49: Chapter 49 Young Master, how about the Gluttonous Pavilion's Grand Tonic Set Meal?

The main hall was dead silent.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at Xu Jianan, their faces full of disbelief.

"Who is this old man... what's his background?"

"I couldn't tell at all. He flattened a Dharma Image Realm expert with just one foot? That's a Dharma Image Realm expert we're talking about..."

"Dharma Image Realm? Are you sure? That's cultivation equivalent to the Clan Chief of the Four Great Families!"

"This Yicui Pavilion... its background is not simple!"

"Four Great Families? Isn't there five families in Guangnan City?"

"Eh? You must be from out of town, right? That Wang Family was wiped out long ago!"

Whispers spread through the main hall, and everyone's gaze toward Xu Jianan was filled with apprehension and awe.

In a small place like Guangnan City, when did such a great divine being hide here?

Xu Jianan ignored these gazes, took another swig of wine, and pressed down hard with his foot.

"Crack."

The middle-aged man's facial bones emitted a teeth-grinding sound.

"Ah—!!! Stop!!! Stop!!! I was wrong!!! I won't dare to do it again!!!"

The middle-aged man finally broke down, his voice changing pitch, laced with a crying tone.

Xu Jianan then lifted his foot, looked down at him, and said indifferently, "Get lost."

The middle-aged man, as if granted amnesty, scrambled toward the door, his broken right leg dragging on the floor, leaving a shocking trail of blood.

Just as he crawled to the door—

"Wait."

Xu Jianan's voice came from behind.

The middle-aged man stiffened, his whole body as if under a freezing spell, motionless.

"Pay for the damaged items before you leave."

Xu Jianan took a swig of wine, his tone casual.

But the middle-aged man dared not hesitate. Trembling, he took a Storage Pouch from his bosom, threw it shakily to Xu Jianan, then dragged his broken leg and scrambled desperately outward.

The middle-aged man's figure disappeared outside the door, and the main hall remained dead silent.

Old Xu swept a glance around, and those Cultivators who were swept by his gaze all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Clean this up."

Old Xu dropped this sentence, lifted his wine pot, and turned to walk upstairs.

The clamor in the main hall gradually subsided. The waiters efficiently cleaned up the mess; broken tables and chairs were moved away, new ones were set up, and the floor was wiped until it gleamed, as if the farce just now had never happened.

The sound of strings and bamboo instruments rose again. The songstresses returned to the stage, their long sleeves lightly fluttering, waists swaying gracefully, their flowing glances carrying a touch of just-right charm.

Shen Qingyuan leaned lazily against the third-floor railing, holding a glass goblet in his hand. The Zuixian wine in the goblet shimmered with an amber luster, his gaze falling on the high platform in the center of the main hall downstairs.

On the high platform, several dancers were dancing gracefully to the sound of the zither.

The lead dancer was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a water-blue dress, her waist as slender as a willow, her dance movements as light as a swallow. Every spin and every glance back carried a bit of soul-stirring charm.

"Is this girl a newcomer?" Shen Qingyuan asked casually.

Lian Yue stood by his side and nodded quickly upon hearing this, "Young Master has a good eye. Her name is Lan Xi, and she just arrived last month. It is said that she has been practicing dance since she was a child and has an excellent foundation."

Shen Qingyuan gave an "En," took a sip of wine, and said nothing more.

Lan Xi's dance was indeed good; her figure was soft and beautiful, her movements were smooth, and every turn and gesture was just right, neither appearing deliberate nor lacking a touch of natural charm.

Especially those eyes, watery and seemingly able to speak, each glance back carrying a hint of unspoken affection.

What's more interesting is that this woman, not yet twenty years old, actually possessed the cultivation of the Void Tempering Realm.

Who knows where this enchantress came from.

However, this did not affect Shen Qingyuan's appreciation of art.

He watched with relish, occasionally sipping wine, his expression relaxed.

Luo Qingyue sat by his side, her white clothes like snow, cold and ethereal.

She was also watching the dance downstairs, but there was not a ripple in those cold eyes.

Occasionally, her gaze would glance toward Shen Qingyuan; seeing him watching intently, her lips pursed slightly, but she said nothing, just picked up the wine pot and poured him another cup.

Just at this moment—

"Bang!"

A muffled sound suddenly came from next door, followed by a clatter and a few curses.

"Bastard! Get out now! I am in good health, I don't need your medicine!"

A hoarse voice came from next door, filled with exasperation.

"Young Master, you can't say that. I see your eyes are listless and your complexion is weak; I suspect it's your kidney..."

"Kidney your head! Get lost! Get out of here right now!"

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound, as if someone had been kicked out.

Immediately after, the door of the private room was pulled open from the inside, and a gaunt man staggered out, almost falling flat on his face.

This man was about twenty years old, wearing a dark red brocade robe. His figure was as thin as a bamboo pole, his face sallow, his eye sockets deeply sunken, with dark circles under his eyes, looking exactly like someone who hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

What was even more outrageous was that he was swaying while walking.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

The gaunt man leaned against the wall, coughed violently, and finally managed to stand steady. When he looked up— he happened to meet Shen Qingyuan's gaze.

Their eyes met.

The gaunt man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up!

Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly, a sense of foreboding arising in his heart.

Sure enough— the gaunt man said nothing and moved directly toward him.

"This Young Master! This Young Master!"

He took two steps in one, staggered to Shen Qingyuan's front, his face full of smiles, those eyes deeply sunken in his sockets squinting into a slit.

"I am Sun Buer, greetings Young Master!"

He cupped his hands, his movements standard, but that kidney-deficient appearance was truly hard to compliment.

"This Young Master!"

Sun Buer leaned toward Shen Qingyuan, rubbing his hands, his face full of smiles, "I observe the Young Master's physiognomy; your forehead is full and your chin is round. At a glance, you are a Dragon among men!"

He paused, glanced at Luo Qingyue, swept his gaze over Shen Qingyuan again, and lowered his voice: "It's just that... Young Master, have you felt soreness in your waist and knees recently, and a lack of energy? Tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep? Dry mouth and tongue in the morning, with weak limbs?"

Without waiting for Shen Qingyuan to respond, he continued: "I have a secret recipe here that nourishes Yin and tonifies the kidneys, strengthens the body and vitalizes essence. It can help you, Young Master!"

Shen Qingyuan's hand holding the glass goblet paused slightly, his mouth twitching.

Him, soreness in his waist and knees? Him, lacking energy?

He, a dignified Quasi-Emperor Realm peerless expert, how could he be deficient?

Furthermore—

Shen Qingyuan looked the gaunt man in front of him up and down, his mouth twitching slightly.

This person's appearance was truly too miserable. Sallow complexion, sunken eye sockets, dark circles under his eyes, swaying while walking, looking exactly like he had been hollowed out.

Could this secret recipe be trusted?

"Are you sure your secret recipe is effective?"

Shen Qingyuan's tone was playful, his gaze sweeping back and forth over his kidney-deficient face.

Sun Buer was stunned, then gave two dry laughs, puffing out his chest, which was as thin as a bamboo pole, "Young Master, you don't know, this is caused by my Cultivation Technique, not because my body is weak."

Seeing Shen Qingyuan's disbelieving expression, he continued to explain: "Young Master, rest assured, this secret recipe of mine comes from Taotie Pavilion, absolutely authentic! The effect is excellent!"

"Taotie Pavilion?"

Luo Qingyue turned her head to look over, a strange look flashing in her cold eyes.

She was naturally no stranger to people from Taotie Pavilion.

Three years ago, she had infiltrated Taotie Pavilion for that "spirit cuisine manual."

But those Disciples of Taotie Pavilion, which one of them wasn't plump and rosy-faced?

After all, eating spirit cuisine every day, it's hard not to be fat.

But this one in front of her— gaunt like a monkey, sallow complexion, sunken eye sockets, looking like someone who had been hollowed out.

Is this really a person from Taotie Pavilion?