Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 309: Conflict I became an old grandfather

“Junior Brother Jiang’s immortal bones underwent Nirvana, consuming too much energy. Naturally, he needs to eat more now to replenish it. This banquet is also an Opportunity for him,” Han Xuanji said with a smile.

“Hehe.” Su Ming nodded, laughing rather uncharitably.

At the same time, Su Ming noticed that the banquet on Chu Wuya’s side was significantly grander than theirs.

Seeing this, Su Ming quietly grumbled to Han Xuanji, “This Chu Wuya is truly wealthy and powerful. Even the jade plates holding the desserts are carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade. Look at this display… Xuanyuan Po, as a Young Lord, looks more like a pauper.”

“Could it be that the Young Lord of the Xuanyuan Family is not even as good as this Great Chu Prince?”

“Heh heh.” Han Xuanji picked up his teacup, his gaze sweeping over Chu Wuya’s direction.

The Great Chu Prince was smiling as he raised his cup with a Cultivator beside him.

The Dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread on his cuff shimmered under the light, like a living True Dragon.

“Some people may appear to be princes on the surface, but they are not simple underneath.”

To outsiders, it might seem that Chu Wuya was incredibly valued, as he had already become the Crown Prince at birth, and the other princes didn’t even have any complaints.

But he knew very well that this fellow was a genuine Great Chu Holy Emperor, a powerful being who had already achieved the Dao of Grand Unity countless years ago.

Just then, a server brought a plate of “Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow Soup” to Chu Wuya’s table.

It was meticulously prepared from exotic beasts with True Dragon and Phoenix Bloodlines.

Its fragrance permeated the air, and its Spiritual Qi was overwhelming, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present.

It attracted the attention of many, especially Jiang Hao, who felt every cell in his body calling out to him.

This was a great tonic, highly beneficial to him.

His expression immediately drew a light chuckle from a black-clothed youth opposite him, who said with a hint of playfulness:

“Fellow Daoist Jiang, if you like it, I can let you have this bowl of mine. After all, Fellow Daoist is in urgent need of nourishment.”

These words drew low snickers from a few people in Chu Wuya’s camp.

Jiang Hao’s expression changed, a hint of displeasure in his brows.

However, considering he was also freeloading, he couldn’t be bothered to argue with the other party.

But Su Ming couldn’t stand it.

Seeing this, Su Ming snapped his folding fan shut with a “pah” and lazily spoke, “Fellow Daoist, your words are mistaken. My Junior Brother Jiang has a special Physique; he absorbs the essence of Heaven and Earth. His hearty appetite is favored by the Heavenly Dao. How can it be simply summarized as gluttony? As for you, Fellow Daoist, with such delicacies before you, yet you only focus on criticizing others’ eating habits. Could it be that… your heart is willing but your strength is insufficient, unable to digest the essence of this Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow, so you can only satisfy your eyes and mouth?”

His words were not fast, but each one was barbed, immediately causing the black-clothed youth’s face to flush red.

Yet, he dared not lose his composure in front of Chu Wuya.

Seeing this, Han Xuanji shook his head, speechless.

Traveling with a Child of Luck, one truly encounters such classic tropes.

No wonder these little ones always had so many stories to tell about their adventures every time they returned.

It seemed even eating a meal led to such incidents.

Truly the treatment of a Xuanhuan protagonist.

“Good thing I’m more low-key; I don’t have these things seeking me out,” Han Xuanji thought to himself.

However, truly getting involved felt a bit interesting, like filming a short drama.

Speaking of which, what role was he playing?

The hidden BOSS?

Or the old grandpa?

Seeing the atmosphere turn somewhat unpleasant, Chu Wuya smiled and smoothed things over, “With delicious food before us, everyone should enjoy it.”

With that, he signaled the server to also bring a portion to Han Xuanji’s table.

However, just as the server was halfway with the soup, a faint fluctuation appeared in the space.

His feet lost strength, and he stumbled, causing the tray in his hand to tilt.

The precious bowl of “Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow Soup” spilled directly towards Jiang Hao.

The soup, imbued with Spiritual Qi, splashed out swiftly.

It looked like Jiang Hao was about to be drenched from head to toe, making a big fool of himself.

“Careful!” A few gasps sounded around.

Jiang Hao himself was stunned.

With his cultivation, he naturally shouldn’t have been unable to react, but he felt as if the space-time around him had been affected.

He quickly glanced at the black-clothed youth from before, only to see a smile in his eyes, even a hint of provocation.

In that flash of lightning, Han Xuanji casually flicked his finger.

A tiny, almost imperceptible spark of Spiritual Light, moving faster than the initial spill, accurately struck the edge of the flying soup bowl.

The bowl of soup incredibly arced through the air, steadily bypassing Jiang Hao, and then… landed squarely on the head of the black-clothed youth.

The warm soup flowed down his hair and then his cheeks.

The Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow clung to his exquisite robes, leaving him utterly disheveled.

The entire hall instantly fell silent.

The black-clothed youth stood frozen, his face covered in soup and disbelief.

The server was even more terrified, utterly bewildered, even his breathing stopped.

These servers were all direct descendants brought in by Chu Wuya; outside, they would be considered Cultivators of decent talent, but compared to the Prodigies present, they were insignificant.

Su Ming was first astonished, then pressed his folding fan tightly against his lips, his shoulders shaking violently, clearly struggling to suppress his laughter.

Jiang Hao also smiled knowingly, then looked at Han Xuanji gratefully, whispering, “Thank you, Senior Brother!”

Han Xuanji remained expressionless, as if he had merely flicked away a speck of dust.

Such a petty trick of the Dao of Space-Time, could it really deceive him?

Chu Wuya’s gaze narrowed slightly, and he took a deep look at Han Xuanji.

He naturally saw that Han Xuanji’s Dao cultivation was far above that of the black-clothed youth.

The black-clothed youth, named Shi Fang, was a Prodigy of Jingjue Palace, skilled in the Dao of Space-Time.

He had previously incurred enmity with the Jiang Family and had been injured, which was why he found Jiang Hao extremely displeasing and wanted to make him look foolish.

He hadn’t expected to shoot himself in the foot.

Chu Wuya’s expression remained gentle.

He said to the black-clothed youth, “Why don’t you go tidy yourself up?”

Clearly, he was somewhat displeased with the other party’s actions.

Although the black-clothed youth was somewhat unconvinced, he dared not say anything with Chu Wuya intervening.

He snorted coldly and retreated.

Chu Wuya’s gaze swept over the black-clothed youth’s disheveled retreating back, a flicker of coldness passing through his eyes before transforming into a gentle, spring-like smile.

He didn’t make things difficult for the server, simply dismissing him.

“Daoist Friend Han, please forgive us. My subordinate was indiscreet and disturbed everyone’s enjoyment.” Chu Wuya raised his cup, gesturing to Han Xuanji.

“No matter,” Han Xuanji said indifferently, not taking it to heart.

Meanwhile, Chu Wuya grew even more attentive, believing that Han Xuanji’s strength was among the strongest of Golden Immortals, with the potential to reach Grand Unity in the future, making him a valuable pawn.

At this moment, two maids quietly came forward, offering a new “Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow Soup” to Han Xuanji’s table.

The soup’s aroma was even richer, and the vital essence it contained was three parts stronger than before.

Clearly, Chu Wuya had secretly ordered extra ingredients, carrying a hint of apology.

Jiang Hao looked at the alluring soup before him, then at Han Xuanji.

Seeing Han Xuanji nod slightly, he finally relaxed and began to feast.

As the soup entered his stomach, the vast Spiritual Qi spread, and faint immortal light circulated around him, clearly indicating he had benefited greatly.