The Old Drunkard's heroic words rendered Zhan Kong and Bian Changkong speechless. Previously, when the Old Drunkard was competing for the Path-Understanding Fruit, he acted as if he was not in need of money. They had already expected this.
However, they hesitated, unsure if they should continue bidding. None of them knew if this dish made from the Path-Understanding Fruit would have the same effect as the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit, even though Bu Fang had confidently said that it had the ability to make a Battle-Saint break through to the War-Immortal level.
However, as eighth grade War-Gods, they naturally had the absolute right to speak in this realm. They were well aware of how difficult it was to break through to this realm.
A mere dish and yet he dared to say that it would have a hundred percent chance of breaking through. This was simply absurd.
Ten thousand crystals might be a lot for a seventh grade Battle-Saint, but for an eighth grade War-God, it was still within an acceptable range. However, deep down, they did not believe that a dish could have that kind of effect.
Once the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit was cut open, it meant that the spirit energy within it had almost dissipated. What effect could it have then?
"Do you still want to bid? If you don't … then this dish will belong to me. " The Old Drunkard placed his wine gourd on the table with one hand on it. His eyes roamed between Zhan Kong and Bian Changkong. He was well aware that the only ones who could compete with him were these two.
Xiao Meng was struggling in his heart. In fact, he really wanted to buy this dish because he was very clear about the effects of Owner Bu's dish. Unfortunately … he couldn't afford so many crystals, or it could be said that he didn't dare to take out so many crystals.
Because he was not alone. He also had to worry about the Xiao Mansion and the daily cultivation expenses of the hundreds of Xiao Family's Tiger Guards.
These people needed to be fed by him.
Bu Fang did not care about their bids. That was because, according to the system's nature, no matter how much these people bid, Bu Fang would only be able to earn a fixed sum of 5,550 crystals. This was a fixed amount.
"The Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit is already considered an eighth grade spirit fruit. It is normal for a dish made from it to be sold for more than 5,000 crystals." Bu Fang thought to himself, that Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew was brewed using three kinds of seventh grade elixirs, and it was brewed through a complicated process, yet its price was only five hundred crystals per cup.
The price set by the system was usually not much higher than the value of the ingredients. Bu Fang had experienced this a long time ago, because the ingredients used in the dishes provided by the system were all valuable, so it was reasonable for the dishes to be sold at a higher price.
Bu Fang sat on the chair. The cyclone in his Dantian was slowly rotating, dispersing True Qi to restore his physical strength and energy. He glanced at the audience and found that no one was bidding anymore. Immediately, he narrowed his eyes.
"Alright then … Since none of you are bidding, this Dragon Gate Leap will be purchased by this old man."
Bu Fang abruptly clapped his hands together and pulled the corners of his mouth as he spoke solemnly. This was also announcing the ownership of this precious elixir cuisine.
The old drunkard stroked his messy beard and grinned.
Zhan Kong and the rest sighed softly, feeling a little regretful and unwilling.
At the door, a palm suddenly covered the door frame. The skin on the palm was inexplicably twisting and cracking, and fresh blood flowed from the skin.
The Ghost Chef lifted his head abruptly, his eyes filled with madness. The excruciating pain all over his body made it clear to him that he did not have much time left. If he did not eat the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit, his body would be completely crippled and aged due to the side effects of the exquisite broth.
He had been gambling all along, all for the sake of drinking the broth at the last moment. This was his final trump card, and also the basis for his confidence in obtaining the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit.
But he was wrong. The two fellows who had rushed out of the store … had beaten him to the point where he could not even retaliate, leaving him in despair.
Chi chi chi!
As if his skin was being burned, the Ghost Chef's skin was deteriorating and cracking. Fresh blood seeped out, making his entire person look hideous and terrifying.
His eyes were filled with madness as he stared at the Dragon Gate Leap on the table, emitting thick steam and spiritual energy. He could smell the aroma of the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit from this dish …
He craved that dish, that was his last hope.
Peng!!
The Ghost Chef Wang Ding was going all out. With a crazed look in his eyes, his whole body was like a black shadow as he dashed forward. His target was the Dragon Gate Leap.
The crowd was still in a state of shock. The Ghost Chef's appearance had shocked everyone, including Bu Fang.
"What the hell is this …" Bu Fang was startled by the Ghost Chef's appearance, which was like that of a demon from hell.
The stench that wafted from the Ghost Chef's body made him frown uncontrollably.
The Old Drunkard narrowed his eyes. Seeing that this damned thing actually wanted a share of the dish he had just spent ten thousand crystals on, he was instantly displeased. His eyes widened, his white beard trembled, and he bellowed.
This was the Old Drunkard's first move.
He swung the wine gourd, and it suddenly enlarged into a wine gourd the size of a person.
The madness in the Ghost Chef's eyes did not diminish. At this moment, all that was left in his mind was the Dragon Gate Leap. Only the Dragon Gate Leap could save him, and prevent him from being completely crippled.
Boom!!
The wine gourd ruthlessly smashed onto the Ghost Chef's body, and a terrifying wave of true energy burst forth from the wine gourd. The Ghost Chef let out a mournful howl, and a brutal look emerged in his eyes as he clawed at the wine gourd.
"Do you think a piece of trash like you, who has reached the eighth grade on pills, is worthy of fighting me?"
The Old Drunkard laughed disdainfully. His lips curled, and the wine gourd suddenly began to spin. Then, he pressed his palm against the wine gourd, and an irresistible force exploded, sending the Ghost Chef flying out of the store.
Bang … The Ghost Chef's body somersaulted, and he landed on the ground of the alleyway. His position … was right behind the Old Drunkard's donkey's butt.
The Ghost Chef's whole body seemed to have been smashed, and his skin began to peel off.
The dumbfounded donkey felt a stench coming from behind its butt, and there was even a hint of coldness. It was instantly startled, and with a cry of "Mai mai", it raised its hind hooves and kicked the Ghost Chef's raised head.
This was a gray donkey that could fly in the air, and when the donkey's hooves landed on the Ghost Chef's head, it almost smashed it like a watermelon.
However, it also spurted out fresh blood. The Ghost Chef's whole body fell to the side, twitching uncontrollably, and his whole body oozed with the stench of blood.
The crowd walked out of the store and stood at the entrance, frowning at the Ghost Chef's pitiful state.
Xiao Meng looked at the Ghost Chef's final fate, and sighed softly. However, a huge weight had been lifted from his heart, and the Ghost Chef, the main culprit, had finally received his final punishment.
Zhan Kong looked at the Ghost Chef's continuously rupturing skin, and his gaze beneath the silver mask was a little solemn.
"This damned thing must have taken some pills, but the side effects of the pills … are a little creepy."
"Don't the two of you feel that the side effects of this damned thing after taking the pills are very similar to the methods of that faction?" Bian Changkong took a deep breath, and said with a serious expression.
The Old Drunkard and Zhan Kong were both stunned, and then their expressions changed drastically.
"Are you saying that this guy … or that the pills this damned thing took have something to do with the Shura Sect that wreaked havoc on our Southern Region thousands of years ago?" The Old Drunkard said with a gloomy expression.
The Shura Sect was a terrifying faction that had been sealed away for many years.
"This old one has only read about it in the ancient records of the Godly Temple of the Wildlands. A type of pill called the Soul Devouring Pill can temporarily stimulate a person's potential, allowing them to achieve a temporary leap in strength. However, it comes with extremely cruel side effects. This damned thing before us must have used some special method to take the Soul Devouring Pill."
Bian Changkong hunched his back, and as he watched the Ghost Chef's ruptured skin begin to fester, he became even more disgusted.
Zhan Kong took a deep breath, and cupped his hands at the Old Drunkard and Bian Changkong. "If this person is really related to the Shura Sect, then I must take him away. The Shura Sect has some connections with our White Cloud Villa, I'm sure you two have heard of it."
Bian Changkong and the Old Drunkard nodded. Although they were not the top figures in their respective factions, they had some understanding of a lot of information. What Zhan Kong said was the truth, so they did not refute him.
After Zhan Kong thanked the two, he looked at the Ghost Chef with a cold gaze. With a flash of light in his hand, a pitch-black chain appeared and locked the Ghost Chef up.
The runes on the chain flickered, making the Ghost Chef unable to move. Oh … even though the Ghost Chef, who had been kicked by the donkey's hoof, was already dumbfounded.
Bu Fang curled up on the chair, which made him feel more comfortable.
He glanced at the Old Drunkard, who had a grave expression on his face, and said, "Do you still want to eat this dish? Don't say I didn't warn you, if it gets cold … the effects might weaken. "
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