62: The ultimate enjoyment of salted fish, a true health treat!

Just as Ling Qingzhu saw through the "Heavenly Secret" and prepared to go have a Dao duel with Su Chen...

Our real student Su Chen was currently immersed in the supreme wondrous realm of the Mortal World, enjoying himself so much that he forgot to return home.

Drunken Immortal Tower, Heaven Character Number One Room.

This place had been transformed into a corner of extreme luxury, a pure land on earth.

The carpet, woven from ten-thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk, was so soft that one's ankles could sink into it, and a strange fragrance that calmed the mind and Qi drifted through the air.

Su Chen was like a salted fish with its bones removed, lying sprawled out on a giant soft couch.

He was loosely covered by only a single Spirit Silkworm Quilt.

“Mmm... yes... right there...”

A satisfied hum, like a sleep-talker's murmur, came from Su Chen's throat.

Four blind female technicians, "borrowed" from the Great Xia Imperial Palace at a high price, were performing a secret royal technique never shared with outsiders—the Consonant Fingers of Bone-Displacing and Tendon-Detaching.

Their fingertips seemed to have a life of their own; at times, they were like dragonflies skimming the water, causing a numbing sensation in his tense neck and shoulders; at other times, their force was heavy and powerful, pressing accurately into the deepest Acupoints, triggering a series of pleasurable shivers.

Warm water-element spirit energy moved like a warm current around his waist, completely melting away the last bit of soreness brought about by days of sleeping.

“Ah... I'm taking flight...”

Su Chen hummed in comfort, feeling every pore dilating, as if his Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits were about to leave his body and ascend to heaven.

[Damn it, this is what life is all about!]

[What bullshit cultivation, what fighting and killing? Compared to this top-tier royal spa treatment, it's all trash!]

[No wonder everyone wants to be the Emperor. Just for this service, I'd even go to court every day!]

[When I return to the Su Family, I must promote this craft! I'll have Spring Flower and Autumn Moon massage me every day!]

Su Chen's internal monologue flowed like a waterfall, expressing his highest respect and most passionate longing for the decadent life of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty.

He felt that his previous fifteen days of sleeping on the flying boat were simply a waste of God's gifts.

If he had known the Capital had such a divine activity, he should have rushed here at full speed on the first day!

What auction, what Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art? None of it was his business!

Eat and drink his fill, get a full-body massage, and then take a nap.

This was the truth of the Universe, the supreme Dao that Su Chen pursued his whole life!

Just as Su Chen was so comfortable he almost attained the "Lazy God" fruit of enlightenment...

A series of slightly hurried footsteps broke the silence of the room.

Su Ying, who was responsible for protection, walked in quickly with a strange expression.

Her gaze swept across the scene on the soft couch—devoid of dignity and even somewhat indecent—and a flush instantly climbed onto her pretty face. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look further.

“His Highness the Divine Son.”

Su Ying's voice was very low, carrying a hint of tension she hadn't even noticed herself.

Su Chen didn't even bother to lift an eyelid, only letting out a lazy “Hmm?” from his nose.

[What's all the noise about? Is the sky falling?]

[Can't you see This Divine Son is currently in the most important stage of comprehending the Dao?]

[Even if it's a matter of heaven-shaking importance, wait until I finish this round of massage!]

Su Ying seemed to feel the Divine Son's displeasure at being disturbed. She took a deep breath and reported at her fastest speed:

“His Highness the Divine Son, the Yaochi Saintess, Ling Qingzhu, is downstairs requesting an audience.”

“Cough... cough cough cough!”

Su Chen was choked by those few words so hard it was world-shaking. Unable to catch his breath, his whole body suddenly bounced halfway up from the soft couch, nearly rolling straight onto the floor.

He whipped his head around, his eyes that were originally squinted from comfort now bulging like copper bells.

“Who did you say?!”

“The Yaochi Saintess, Ling Qingzhu.”

Su Ying bit the bullet and repeated it once more.

Su Chen's face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

[What the hell?!]

[Is this woman a fly? Why is she so persistent?!]

[How long have I been in the Capital? I just finished eating, the massage is only halfway done, and she's already at the door? Did she plant a tracking Magic Treasure on me?!]

Alarm bells rang loudly in Su Chen's mind, a piercing shriek.

The person he feared meeting most right now was a Destiny's Daughter like Ling Qingzhu, who came with her own "trouble" aura!

No way!

Absolutely not!

This woman is the number one big trouble in the world! She is the greatest Heart Demon affecting his attainment of the "Lazy God" position!

I must stay far away from her! The further the better!

Thus, under Su Ying's slightly nervous gaze, Su Chen made the decision that most suited his nature.

He suddenly buried his head into the soft jade pillow, his body slumping completely into a pile of limp mud, and waved his hand in Su Ying's direction.

“I won't see her!”

His voice was muffled in the pillow, vague yet resolute.

[Are you kidding me! See her?]

[Not going! Not even if you kill me!]

Su Chen's internal monologue flooded like a waterfall as he used his actions to demonstrate the Profound Truth of being a "shrinking turtle" to the extreme.

Su Ying froze in place.

She had anticipated all sorts of reactions the Divine Son might have: curiosity, impatience, or even directly telling her to send the person away.

But the one thing she didn't expect was for the Divine Son's reaction to be so... blunt.

So blunt that he didn't even bother to make up a decent excuse.

“But... Your Highness the Divine Son.”

Su Ying spoke with some difficulty.

“That is the Yaochi Saintess after all, and... she seems to have come specifically for you. To reject her so directly, wouldn't it be a breach of etiquette...”

“Etiquette?”

Su Chen suddenly rolled over to face the ceiling, casually pulling up the Spirit Silkworm Quilt to cover his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.

His voice was saturated with heavy annoyance from having his sweet dreams disturbed.

“I don't care who she is. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, no one is disturbing my rest today!”

“Just go out and tell her, I... I ate too much!”

Su Chen's mind spun rapidly, and in an instant, he thought of a reason that sounded completely flawless to him.

“Yes! Say that the spirit energy contained in that Golden Scaled Pig just now was too vast, and I can't suppress it in my body, so I need to go into seclusion immediately!”

“And it's a death seclusion!”

“Until I've completely refined the energy of that pig, I'm absolutely not coming out!”

Su Chen finished in one breath, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.

“Tell her if she has business, wait until I'm done digesting. If not, tell her to hurry back home and not stand at the entrance, affecting the Drunken Immortal Tower's business!”

He felt he was truly a little genius.

This reason both fit his recent "foodie" persona and seemed so "reasonable."

Needing seclusion because of indigestion from overeating—nothing wrong with that, right?

Anyone who says there's something wrong is just jealous that I can afford to eat Golden Scaled Pig!

However, after he finished speaking, he found that Su Ying was still frozen in place, motionless.

“Why are you still standing there?” Su Chen said impatiently.

The perfect curve of Su Ying's lips showed an uncontrollable stiffness for the first time.

She lowered her head, her voice as thin as a thread, almost swallowed by the strange fragrance in the air.

“His Highness the Divine Son... this reason... isn't it... a bit too ridiculous?”

Ate too much?

Death seclusion for digestion?

Your Highness the Divine Son, even if you said you were going into seclusion to comprehend that Scattering Coins to Form Soldiers technique from earlier, it would sound ten thousand times more plausible than this!

If this was said out loud, forget the Yaochi Saintess—even the servant sweeping the floor at the entrance of the Drunken Immortal Tower wouldn't believe it.

This wasn't just being perfunctory anymore.

This was practically pointing at the other person's nose and saying, "You're an easy-to-fool idiot."

“Ridiculous?”

Su Chen snorted, pulling the quilt up a bit more to completely cover his entire face.

“I want it to be ridiculous. If she hears how ridiculous it is, won't she stop coming to bother me?”

Su Chen gave himself a mental thumbs-up for his wit, then urged impatiently, “Alright, stop dazing and go deliver the message!”

“Say it exactly as I said, don't change a single word!”

“Go and come back quickly, don't delay This Divine Son's enjoyment of his spa treatment!”

Having said that, he rolled over again, leaving his back to Su Ying, showing his rock-solid determination through action.

“...Yes, His Highness the Divine Son.”

Even though Su Ying's heart was filled with ten thousand stormy waves, she didn't dare disobey the Divine Son's command.

She could only mourn for three seconds in her heart for that world-famous Yaochi Saintess, then she bit the bullet and turned to walk out of this land of gentle comforts.

She could already foresee it.

When she spoke this utterly ridiculous reason, what kind of earth-shattering expression would appear on that ice-mountain Fairy's face.

Hopefully... she wouldn't freeze the entire Drunken Immortal Tower into an ice sculpture in a fit of rage.