60: Having eaten and drunk his fill, it was time for Young Master Wang to set off.

It melted in the mouth.

The rich aroma of meat, blended with the unique fragrance of dozens of ten-thousand-year Spirit Medicines, exploded on Su Chen's taste buds.

It wasn't just simple deliciousness.

Every bit of flesh contained vast and gentle pure Spiritual Qi, flowing down the throat and turning into a warm current that washed through his limbs and bones.

Every cell in his body was cheering with satisfaction.

"Mmm... delicious!"

Su Chen narrowed his eyes happily.

He felt that the Origin Qi lost while sleeping on the Flying Boat these past few days was more than compensated for at this moment.

He completely blocked out everything around him.

Wang Teng's screams?

The noise from the outside world?

The prying eyes of experts from all sides?

In his world, only the plate of moving Nine-Turn Golden Scaled Pig remained before him.

He devoured it like a whirlwind.

His eating manner was clearly very fast, yet it carried an innate elegance, as if he wasn't just eating but performing some ancient and sacred ritual.

On the other side.

Wang Teng's "domestic violence" scene finally approached its end.

Those "rebel forces" composed of Middle and Low-Grade Spirit Stones had mixed energy and were already lacking in stamina.

After subjecting Wang Teng to a period of inhumane mental humiliation and physical beating, their energy was exhausted, and with a series of unwilling "crackling" sounds, they turned back into a floor of dull, lifeless waste stones.

Wang Teng was finally free.

He was limp as mud, lying on the cold ground gasping for breath.

At this moment, "miserable" was no longer enough to describe him.

That flashy Flood Dragon Robe was torn into strips, worse than a beggar's outfit.

The jewels and treasures all over his head had fallen to the ground, and he had even stepped on and crushed several of them himself.

His originally somewhat handsome face was black and blue, swollen like a fermented pig's head, with a trace of humiliating blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Most lethal was his gaze.

Those eyes that were once filled with arrogance and conceit now held only emptiness and numbness.

It was as if his entire spirit had been completely drained by that absurd group beating just now.

A thought exploded in his mind: he was finished.

Finished for the rest of his life.

After today, he, Wang Teng, would no longer be a famous Prodigy of the Northern Region, but a clown who was beaten by his own money, destined to be a laughingstock for ten thousand years.

Inside the private booth, silence fell once again.

Only the sound of Su Chen smacking his lips and Wang Teng's gasping breath, like an old bellows, intertwined.

Inside and outside the Drunken Immortal Tower, all the Cultivators who had recorded this eternal spectacle were still immersed in a huge sense of shock and absurdity, unable to recover for a long time.

What they saw today overturned their cultivation knowledge of thousands of years.

Su Chen stuffed the last piece of Golden Scaled Pig meat into his mouth and then picked up the plate to drink the rich sauce in one gulp.

He let out a satisfied burp.

"Burp... refreshing!"

Wiping his mouth unhurriedly with a napkin, Su Chen felt like he had come back to life.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, it was time to get down to business.

He stood up and paced over to the pile of limp mud on the floor.

Feeling the shadow loom over him, Wang Teng's numb body instinctively trembled, and a fear originating from his Soul finally appeared in his eyes.

He struggled to crawl backward, wanting to get away from this devil who had brought him endless nightmares.

Su Chen looked down at him from above, his face still wearing that harmless, lazy expression.

"I've finished my meal,"

He spoke flatly.

"According to the agreement, you lost."

"Now, jump out of that window yourself, and then get the hell out of the Drunken Immortal Tower."

Su Chen's tone was very calm, without any hint of mockery or triumph.

But to Wang Teng's ears, this flat tone was more piercing than any malicious insult.

This was the final sentence from the victor to the loser.

Cold and beyond doubt.

"I..."

Wang Teng opened his mouth, making hoarse sounds in his throat.

He wanted to argue, to beg for mercy, to say something.

But when the words reached his lips, only endless bitterness remained.

What qualifications did he still have?

Financial power, crushed to dust.

Strength, he couldn't even block a single finger of the opponent's maid.

Schemes... he was played in the palm of the opponent's hand in an unheard-of way.

He lost.

He lost completely, not even his underwear was left.

"What?"

Seeing him not moving for a long time, Su Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Want to go back on your word?"

As his words fell.

The glittering "Golden Army" behind him raised their spiked clubs in unison and pointed them at Wang Teng.

A bone-chilling killing intent instantly enveloped Wang Teng.

Wang Teng shuddered all over, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in fear.

He had no doubt that if he dared to say a single "no," he would be smashed into real meat paste by these Dao Soldiers in the next second!

"I... I don't dare..."

Wang Teng used all his strength to squeeze these words out from between his teeth.

Dignity? Clarify.

Face?

In the face of absolute fear of death, they were worthless.

He struggled to climb up from the ground.

With every movement, his whole body ached as if it were falling apart.

He dragged his broken body, step by step, laboriously moving toward the empty window cleared by the Golden Army.

Standing by the window, he looked back deeply at Su Chen.

That gaze was full of resentment and unwillingness.

He didn't say another word of nonsense.

Under the gaze of countless Cultivators in the entire Heaven Capital, Wang Teng closed his eyes and leaped.

"Thud."

A dull sound came from downstairs.

Su Chen looked out the window and nodded with satisfaction.

[Hmm, quite obedient.]

[Finally quiet, I can find a place to have a good sleep.]