165: Chapter 165 Breakfast Showdown

In the early morning of Jiangzhou, Taiping Old Street was filled with the bustling, down-to-earth aroma of deep-fried dough sticks and freshly ground soy milk.

Inside the second-floor bedroom.

Lin Ye yawned, rubbed his slightly sore lower back, and sat up from the soft, large bed.

His schedule over the past few days had been incredibly packed.

First, he had directly confronted the Giant Bronze Coffin, summoning the True Thunder of the Nine Heavens to strike down the Blood Sacred Wood, pushing the potential of his Pure Yang Dao Body to its absolute limit.

Upon returning to Jiangzhou, he had engaged in a soul-deep session of "Yin-Yang Union" with Frost Star, who had just completed her transformation, inside the Deep Sea Black Ice Chamber.

Immediately after, without any time to rest, he had to play the role of an old traditional doctor, using his Pure Yang True Qi to forcefully clear the meridians and expel the toxins from that Western nun who had been poisoned by an aphrodisiac.

Any other Daoist cultivator with a slightly weaker constitution would probably be intubated in the ICU right now after going through all of this.

Only his once-in-a-century Pure Yang Dao Body, with its absurdly monstrous recovery rate, could allow him to wake up fully revitalized after just one sleep.

Lin Ye threw on a black silk bathrobe and walked over to look at himself in the full-length mirror.

On his toned chest, two rows of neat, tiny bite marks remained.

This was the "exclusive mark" left by Frost Star last night while she was lost in passion.

Although that girl had grown into an absolute stunner with a curvaceous figure, her underlying yandere, food-guarding loli nature hadn't changed one bit.

"These days, being a law-abiding, conscientious capitalist and having to look after the physical and mental health of your employees is so damn exhausting."

Lin Ye joked to himself in the mirror, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked down the solid wood stairs toward the first-floor lobby.

Just as he reached the corner of the stairs...

A rich aroma of pork and century egg congee mixed with steamed buns drifted straight into his nostrils.

Accompanying the scent was a noisy, highly vivid conversation coming from the front hall.

"Fatty! What kind of trash buns did you buy? There's so little meat filling, are they treating pigs like their ancestors?"

This was Ayugu's loud and energetic complaint.

"My dear auntie, these are the signature soup dumplings I queued up for at Widow Liu's shop at the east end of the old street. If you think there's too little meat, why don't you go back to your Ten Thousand Mountains and eat fat grubs?"

Fatty Wang fired back, refusing to back down.

Lin Ye reached the first floor and swept his gaze across the reception area of the lobby.

The scene before him made even his highly perceptive Pure Yang Eyes twitch fiercely.

This was practically a massive "clash of Eastern and Western cultures Asura Field."

In front of the golden silk phoebe tea table, Leng Yue sat perfectly upright.

She wore a moon-white, high-collared embroidered qipao, and her long silver hair was simply pinned up with a lightning-struck wood hairpin.

Her slender legs were crossed, and she held a cup of green tea in her hand.

Every movement she made exuded the calm, dignified aura of an empress ruling over the world.

Sitting opposite her was Frost Star.

Frost Star was wearing a loose white shirt that Lin Ye usually wore, with the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs.

The collar was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of cool, pale skin and a stunningly deep cleavage.

Her signature silver-blue twin tails swayed along with her movements as she munched on a bun.

Her two slender, jade-like legs dangled beneath the chair.

Despite having a devastatingly seductive figure, she ate like a food-guarding little squirrel, her cheeks puffed out full.

The sheer lethality of this gap moe was enough to make any man with high self-control lose his composure on the spot.

But the most eye-catching thing was not this pair of twin ladies.

It was the stiff-bodied woman standing by the tea table, holding a plate of freshly fried eggs.

Helena.

The Chief Adjudicator Nun of the Western Continent's Royal Inquisition.

Just yesterday, she was a lofty, sacred existence who repeatedly chanted about "purifying heretics."

Today, however, she was wearing an ill-fitting black maid outfit, doing the menial work of serving tea and water.

This maid outfit looked like cheap stock sourced from some underground black market cosplay shop.

The fabric was pitifully scarce.

Helena's uniquely exaggerated measurements were simply too much for this one-size-fits-all outfit to contain.

The few buttons at her chest strained precariously, looking as if they might pop off like bullets at any second.

The white lace trim squeezed tightly against her plump, pale thighs, creating heart-racing, sensual indentations in her flesh.

Her neat, short silver hair still carried traces of moisture, and her sharp facial features were filled with shame and embarrassment.

Every time she bent over to serve a dish, she had to desperately cover her chest with her other hand, terrified of accidentally exposing herself.

"Hey, Westerner, what are you dazing off for? Can't you see my boss lady's cup is empty? Pour the tea!"

Ayugu held a meat bun in her hand, crossed her legs, and ordered her around without the slightest hesitation.

Helena bit her red lips. As the grand Chief Nun, where had she ever gone without being worshiped?

Yet now, she was being bossed around by a wild girl from Miaojiang.

But she touched the invisible Slave Mark on her forehead, feeling the backlash of karmic fire in the depths of her soul that could erupt at any moment.

She took a deep breath, and her proud head had no choice but to bow.

"Yes... pouring now."

Helena spoke in stiff Great Xia language as she carefully picked up the teapot.

Because she was too nervous, and because her hands, which had once only held a broadsword, were completely unaccustomed to such delicate work, a few drops of scalding tea accidentally spilled, splashing onto the table in front of Leng Yue.

The air instantly froze as Leng Yue set down her celadon teacup.

She didn't lose her temper; she merely cast a cold glance at Helena with her dark-gold eyes, devoid of any emotion.

Yet the pressure belonging to an ultimate terrifying entity pressed down on Helena's shoulders like a massive mountain.

Helena's legs went soft, and she almost fell directly to her knees.

With not a single trace of Holy Light Magic left in her body, she was completely just an ordinary woman with a smoking hot figure. How could she possibly withstand a single glance from Leng Yue?

"Forget it, Leng Yue. It's normal for a new employee to be unfamiliar with the work when they've just started."

Lin Ye's voice rang out at the perfect moment, breaking the suffocating deadlock.

He slowly walked down the stairs and sat in the main seat.

"Mas... Boss..."

When Helena saw Lin Ye, it was like a drowning person catching a floating log.

She almost blurted out "Master," but with others around, she forced herself to swallow it back down, changing it to "Boss."

A layer of pitiful tears welled up in her icy-blue eyes.

Although the three-hour-long "detoxification" in the medicinal bath barrel last night had saved her life, it had also completely shattered her faith.

The tingling sensation left behind by the Pure Yang True Qi rampaging through her body still lingered in her marrow, causing her to instinctively tremble and submit every time she looked at Lin Ye.

"Go to the kitchen and bring out the rest of the congee."

Lin Ye said casually.

"Yes."

As if granted a grand amnesty, Helena fled into the backyard kitchen with the empty plate.

Her fleeing figure, accentuated by the tight maid outfit, swayed in an enticing wave.

Lin Ye took a glance and clicked his tongue in his mind.

Imported directly from the West, her chassis was indeed incredibly stable.

It was just that the quality of this uniform was too poor. He would have to go to a high-end custom shop to order a few new sets later; otherwise, customers walking in might think this Funeral Shop had converted into a bathhouse.