215: Chapter 215 Gu Changge's murderous intent

However, the complex aroma wafting from the hotpot was simply too overbearing.

The rich Dragon Origin of the Quasi-Emperor Dragon meat, the trace of Nirvana True Fire Qi contained in the wing roots of the Vermillion Ape Divine Bird, the auspicious essence of the Seven-Colored Divine Deer's tenderloin, and the fresh lightning Qi from the Lightning Rabbit's leg... The aromas of various top-tier ingredients intertwined, forming an irresistible temptation, like countless small hands constantly scratching at Old Huang's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

He sniffed hard, and his stomach, uncooperatively, rumbled several times.

"It's too fragrant... Who can resist this..."

Old Huang's inner self was in a fierce battle, his steadfast "backbone" tottering in the face of the ultimate delicious temptation.

"Just... just one bite! Just a tiny bite! Just to taste it! I'll leave after I eat! Yes, that's it!"

He ultimately failed to overcome his instincts and shuffled hesitantly to the table.

His figure flickered, transforming into a dark-faced, extremely burly and strong middle-aged man, who sat down silently.

At first, he still tried to maintain his composure, only picking the ingredients closest to him.

But the moment the Quasi-Emperor Dragon meat entered his mouth, it instantly transformed into a warm current. The vast yet gentle Dragon Origin essence nourished his entire body, making him so comfortable he almost groaned, as if every pore was cheering.

At this moment, all sense of backbone and grievances were cast to the Nine Heavens! To hell with composure! Eat!

Old Huang immediately went into a frenzy, his chopsticks flying, specifically targeting the Dragon meat and deer meat with the most Spiritual Qi, eating with oil dripping from his mouth, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Fragrant! It's truly damn fragrant! This old ox has never eaten anything so satisfying in his life; what kind of rubbish was that grass I used to eat!"

He mumbled loudly in praise, and habitually, without looking closely, he reached out his chopsticks again from a nearby plate of ingredients, picking up a large, finely textured, very tender-looking slice of meat, somewhat similar to the deer meat he had just eaten, and eagerly swished it into the bubbling pot.

After swishing it seven or eight times, feeling it was cooked just right, he picked it up, casually blew on it, and opened his mouth wide to put it in.

However, as the meat reached his mouth, he suddenly realized the atmosphere was a bit off.

He looked up and saw Gu Changge and Xuan Yangzi, who had just been chatting and laughing, had stopped their movements. Their eyes were fixed on him with an extremely strange, indescribable gaze, mixed with a hint of amusement and pity.

Old Huang felt a chill down his spine from their stares. His movements froze in mid-air. He swallowed, and asked in confusion, "You... what are you two staring at? Eat! Hurry and eat while it's hot! It won't taste as good when it's cold! I'm telling you, this meat is really tender, it must be delicious!"

Xuan Yangzi's mouth twitched a few times uncontrollably. He suppressed his laughter, extended a trembling finger, and pointed at the piece of meat on Old Huang's chopsticks that was about to enter his mouth. His expression was extremely complex, and his voice was distorted: "Brother Ox... Brother Ox... calm down! You... are you sure you want to eat that? You... look closely... what kind of meat is that exactly..."

Hearing this, Old Huang's heart inexplicably tightened. He lowered his head, focused, and carefully looked at the meat on his chopsticks—

He saw that the slice of meat indeed had a fine texture and even fat and lean distribution, but that kind of texture, that kind of faintly emanating, unique Qi and Blood Origin aura of the Azure Sky Python Bull King race, which was of the same Origin as his own, incredibly familiar and intimate... This, this was clearly his own tenderloin!!!

"Poof—!!!"

Old Huang was as if struck by a Nine Heavens lightning bolt, his whole ox body stiffened. He then violently flung the piece of meat away, his face instantly turning from black to red, then from red to green, and finally swelling to a purplish-red. He pointed at the meat on the ground, then trembled as he pointed at the hotpot, so angry that his whole body shook, unable to speak coherently, only meaningless syllables remaining: "You... you all... I... I... almost... almost ate myself?!!!"

"Puhahahahaha—!"

Gu Changge finally couldn't hold back and burst into loud laughter, his shoulders shaking.

Xuan Yangzi was also red-faced from holding back, and finally couldn't resist, slapping the table and laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh my! Brother Ox... you... you taste it yourself... doesn't it... doesn't it taste especially authentic? Hahaha!"

Gu Changge said, still laughing, as he picked up a jade bowl, filled it with rich, milky-white essence soup made from Dragon meat and various Spirit Medicine, and pushed it in front of the exasperated Old Huang, his tone teasing.

"Alright, alright, Old Huang, don't get agitated. Come, come, drink a bowl of soup to calm your nerves. What does this show? It shows that your meat is truly of good quality! See, even you couldn't resist and instinctively wanted to try a bite."

Old Huang looked at the fragrant, Spiritual Qi-infused soup in front of him, then at "himself" that he had flung to the ground, now covered in dust.

Recalling his foolish appearance just now, like a starving ghost reincarnated, praising, "This meat is so tender," his old face was so red with shame that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

He was filled with grief and indignation, which he ultimately turned into appetite. He grabbed the bowl and gulped down the delicious soup in a few mouthfuls, then ferociously began to focus on the Dragon meat and Divine Deer meat in the pot, his chopsticks flying, as if to eat back all the "humiliation" he had suffered today, principal and interest.

Gu Changge and Xuan Yangzi exchanged a smile, no longer teasing him. They picked up their chopsticks again, and the three of them sat around the Great Dao hotpot, enjoying this extremely luxurious feast.

After three rounds of wine and five courses, the soup in the pot gradually ran low, leaving only a rich and mellow essence.

The three of them ate to their heart's content, and the atmosphere became even more relaxed.

Xuan Yangzi burped, picking his teeth, as if suddenly remembering something, and said to Junior Brother Changge: "Oh, right, Junior Brother Changge, I almost forgot to tell you something. That kid Ling Canglan just sent news that the Glazed Holy Land... tsk tsk, they've really gone all out."

Gu Changge, who was rinsing his mouth with a cup of clear tea, paused slightly at the words, looked up at Xuan Yangzi, and motioned for him to continue.

"They don't dare to come openly again, so they secretly contacted the Netherworld Hall."

Xuan Yangzi lowered his voice a bit. Although there was no need to worry about eavesdroppers in the small courtyard, he still habitually made this gesture.

"They offered an exorbitant price for the Netherworld Hall to act. The primary target is to completely kill that Xiaopang (Nickname for Wang Xiaopang) who possesses the seven star secret token. The secondary goal is to capture alive... or at least severely injure those two boys, Xiao Ruobai and Hanyu, to soul-search them for their Legacy and... information about your Revered Master."

As Xuan Yangzi spoke, his tone also carried a hint of coldness.

Although he was usually a bit unrestrained, he was extremely protective of his disciples, and the Glazed Holy Land's actions had already touched his bottom line.

Gu Changge's originally calm eyes suddenly narrowed when he heard the words "soul-search."

In an instant, the temperature of the entire small courtyard seemed to drop by several degrees. Even Old Huang, who was still burying his head in his food, trying to turn grief into appetite, instinctively shivered and looked up blankly.

An indescribable chill, not Killing Intent, yet more heart-pounding than Killing Intent, like the cold and indifference of the deep Universe, flashed across Gu Changge's body.