Chapter 9

On the second floor, Sun Yi looked down at the chaotic crowd below and frowned slightly.

Most of the Zhenwu disciples practiced in seclusion, as they all understood that falling behind in one step would lead to falling behind in every step. In fact, there were not many people coming to eat. The other Zhenwu disciples were all far away from him.

He looked at the young man sitting calmly below and muttered to himself, "Bluefish Transformation? To think he can perform a crude second-stage movement technique to this extent, I didn't expect it.

Alas, it's a pity. After the year-end major exam, I will probably be recommended to enter the Tenglong Martial Academy to continue my cultivation, and I won't have the chance to face such a genius."

...

In front of Sun Ang were twenty plates and a large wooden bucket.

The plates were already empty, regardless of whether they contained meat or vegetables, he had swept them all clean. The rice in the bucket was also almost finished.

The dining hall, which was originally chaotic, was now completely silent. Both the disciples and the chefs stared at him with wide eyes.

Sun Ang hadn't expected that once "Binge Eating" was activated, it would be so terrifying!

His stomach was incredibly active, digesting as he ate. Even a mouthful of food would be completely digested before it even reached his stomach!

The food on the first floor contained very little beast meat, at most about ten percent, and most of it was leftover ingredients from the second floor where meals were prepared for the Zhenwu disciples. However, Sun Ang ate a lot.

At first, a few self-proclaimed big eaters wanted to "compete" with Sun Ang, but they all ended up conceding, as they were not on the same level at all.

The combined amount of food those few people ate was less than what Sun Ang ate alone.

The dishes were all gone—every dish on the first floor of the dining hall had been eaten by Sun Ang. "Binge Eating" made Sun Ang speechless, as he could devour everything like a wolf, regardless of the taste...

He used a wooden spoon to scrape the remaining rice in the bucket clean and raised his head, still unsatisfied: "Is there more?"

The chefs were completely speechless: "No, there really isn't any more."

Sun Ang pouted: "The family doesn't skimp on expenses, so why is there so little food for one meal? Stingy and petty."

He threw down the large wooden spoon, touched his still somewhat flat stomach, and complained: "Not even a full meal. How can such an ancestral land cultivate outstanding family disciples?"

The chefs almost wanted to cover his mouth: "My little ancestor, you can't say such things!"

The Sun family placed great importance on the ancestral land, even spending tens of thousands of jade coins each year to buy quotas from the Tenglong Martial Academy to send outstanding disciples there for cultivation.

If the family's leaders really believed that the disciples in the ancestral land were fighting for seats and couldn't even get a full meal, their heads would be on the line.

"Make more next time." Sun Ang left a message, thinking about where to find some wild game to fill his stomach as he walked out of the dining hall.

Sun Ji's few subordinates were indignant. They didn't dare speak while he was there, but once he left, they cursed: "Wine sack and food bag!"

"Exactly, just a food bucket. What's the use of eating so much? Essence energy is cultivated through practice, not by eating."

"Does the one who eats the most have the highest realm? A waste is always a waste!"

The chefs were even more depressed. If Sun Ang still had the strength of three meridians, he would have been beaten out long ago. But recently, it was said that this kid had suddenly broken through to the strength of six meridians, which had already caught Sun Yuanlin's attention, so they couldn't be careless.

After Sun Ji's subordinates deliberately spread rumors, a few days later, Sun Ang's reputation as a "wine sack and food bag" had already spread.

...

"I really didn't expect that the Immortal Emperor's Heart Demon would have such an effect!" Sun Ang sighed to himself as he walked. Under the influence of "Binge Eating," his intestines and stomach had directly converted the digested food into pure essence energy!

If Sun Ji's lackeys knew, they would probably be so shocked that their eyes would pop out.

But this secret, Sun Ang would never boast about to anyone.

That intense meal had the same effect as four hours of cultivation! And he had only eaten for half an hour. In this way, "Binge Eating" was even more effective for cultivation than regular practice.

Although Sun Ang wasn't really full, ordinary beasts lacked the necessary essence energy, and eating them would be useless. Fierce beasts were too powerful; even a first-stage fierce beast was equivalent to a human life essence realm martial artist, and he couldn't hunt one alone.

Thinking of Sun Ji, who was about to end his seclusion, Sun Ang shook his head and decided to go practice, enduring his hunger—though he wasn't really hungry.

However, the side effects of "Binge Eating" were too strong. Even when Sun Ang reached the waterfall pond, his stomach still felt like it was on fire.

But after sitting down and practicing for an hour, that feeling gradually faded.

The essence energy around the pond was extremely dense. Sun Ang activated the Xuanhuang Qi Attraction Technique, opening the qi vortex to a diameter of five zhang, and a cluster of lively essence energy bubbles fused into his body, rapidly enhancing his strength.

By mid-afternoon, he got up and practiced martial skills by the pond.

He had already mastered the Bluefish Transformation movement technique, but Sun Ang still felt it wasn't smooth enough. Now that there was a pond, he jumped into the water and used this movement technique.

A blue shadow darted around in the water like a large fish, flexible and adaptable, moving with the flow of the water without causing a ripple on the surface.

By evening, he was so hungry that his stomach was touching his back. He rushed to the dining hall for a big meal—three large buckets of rice and dozens of dishes prepared specially for him by the chefs.

However, Sun Ang found that the effect was the same as at noon. Although the quantity had increased, the amount of fierce beast meat, spirit vegetables, and spirit rice that truly helped his cultivation remained the same, with more ordinary ingredients added.

Sun Ang was greatly disappointed.

The chefs, seeing his disappointed expression, sneered: "Want to eat high-grade ingredients? Then you need to have the ability to go to the upper floor!"

Sun Ang remained silent, knowing that his current strength was insufficient, and arguing would be meaningless.

But just as he wanted to endure, someone wouldn't let him off. A sharp voice suddenly came from the second floor: "A scoundrel and a food bucket like him will never have the chance to come upstairs in his life!"

Sun Ang looked up and saw a man on the second floor wearing black clothes, his face as pale as a ghost, one hand on the railing, the other behind his back, a folding fan half-open in the cold winter, with a pretentious and aloof demeanor.

"That's Sun Yun! I heard he has already reached the peak of the strength of seven meridians and is about to break through to the strength of eight meridians."

"The Zhenwu disciples have appeared. Sun Ang can't be arrogant in front of him."

The disciples whispered, and Sun Ji's lackeys were extremely excited, clenching their fists, hoping that Sun Yun would come down and give Sun Ang a good lesson.

Sun Yun was not from the Anhui Sun family but from a branch of the Sun family in Wulong County.

Previously, he and Sun Ang had no grudges, but Sun Ang remembered that when he came home this time, his father mentioned in passing that his uncle was working on a business deal with the Wulong Sun family. It seemed that the Wulong Sun family wanted to curry favor with his uncle, Sun Yuanshan, so Sun Yun was taking this opportunity to challenge him.

Sun Yun did not disappoint his lackeys. He walked down step by step, exuding a natural oppressive aura, and came to Sun Ang. He snapped his folding fan shut, pointing it at Sun Ang's face like a sharp sword: "Food bucket! I'm cursing you. Are you不服 (unconvinced)? You are destined to have no hope in life. As long as I am here, I will always suppress you and prevent you from rising!"

"Someone recognized that Sun Yun's posture with the folding fan was a high-level third-stage martial skill, Soul-Piercing Sword!"

Even in the ancestral land, third-stage martial skills were very precious and could only be cultivated by Zhenwu disciples.

Although Sun Yun only had a folding fan in his hand, he had studied the Soul-Piercing Sword for a year, and even a withered branch could be used to perform the essence of the sword technique.

Therefore, everyone knew that Sun Ang, pointed at by Sun Yun's folding fan, was under immense sword pressure.

Cold sweat gradually seeped out on Sun Ang's forehead. The peak strength of seven meridians and a third-stage martial skill, either one alone might give him pressure, but neither was truly terrifying.

However, the combination of the two was astonishing.

Sun Yun was not Sun Ji; he had been a Zhenwu disciple for a whole year!

Crack! Under the immense pressure, Sun Ang's feet sank, crushing the wooden floor.

A mocking smile appeared on Sun Yun's face: "How about it? Now you understand the gap between you and a true genius, right?"

Sun Ang gritted his teeth and stared at Sun Yun, speaking each word clearly: "Do you dare accept my challenge? In the year-end major exam, I will become a Zhenwu disciple and take your seat on the second floor!"

There were only twenty seats on the second floor, but there were more than twenty Zhenwu disciples in the ancestral land. Most Zhenwu disciples were obsessed with cultivation, so fewer people came to eat, making the second floor appear to always have empty seats.

By openly stating that he would take Sun Yun's seat on the second floor, Sun Ang was clearly declaring that he would have a lifelong enmity with him!

Sun Yun laughed: "Scoundrel and food bucket, overestimating yourself!"

Sun Ang challenged him: "Do you dare?"

Sun Yun snapped his folding fan shut: "Fine, I'll wait for you on the second floor. If you don't have the qualifications to come up, I'll come down to teach you a lesson, hahaha!"

He laughed and went upstairs. At the stairs, he suddenly turned around and looked down at all the ordinary disciples: "Whoever can help me get rid of this trouble in advance, I will take them as my follower."

Everyone understood the difference between a follower and a lackey. For example, among the many people around Sun Ji, only Sun Hai was a true follower of the Sun heir.

Sun Yun's status was clearly higher than Sun Ji's, and becoming his follower was a very precious opportunity.

With just a simple sentence, more than a dozen hostile gazes were cast at Sun Ang. Sun Yun stood on the stairs, taking in all the changes below, and couldn't help but laugh triumphantly as he left.

(Regarding update times, I will try to post the first update around 9:00 AM, the second update around 12:30 PM, and the third update around 6:00 PM. During the new book period, I can basically do three updates a day. If there are additional updates, the time will be不定 (unfixed). Additional updates... worth looking forward to!)

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