Chapter 78

Two hours later.

Above the Lingyun Immortal Pavilion.

Two beams of light rapidly approached, without stopping, and directly darted into the gate.

"Three Elders, come out quickly!"

Lin Mufeng hadn't even entered the gate when he shouted excitedly, his face flushed with excitement.

The many disciples of the Lingyun Immortal Pavilion all gave him their full attention.

Those who knew their Pavilion Master well understood that he must have obtained some treasure and was eager to show it off!

Their gazes shifted slightly and they saw the square box in the Pavilion Master's hand. The box was transparent, and it seemed to contain something.

Could it be this?

What treasure could it be?

The three elders were very familiar with this scene. Without delay, they all rushed out from the hall, eagerly asking, "What is it? What is it? Did you bring something good?"

Lin Mufeng stroked his beard and smiled mysteriously, saying, "I visited a great master today and gained a lot. This treasure is absolutely beyond your imagination!"

Beyond our imagination?

Pant, pant!

The three elders' breathing became heavy, their eyes fixed on their Pavilion Master.

"Really, really?" the First Elder asked, trembling.

The Second Elder, with a fiery temper, impatiently asked, "What is it? Show it to us quickly so we can see it!"

"Hurry up, don't be cryptic!" the Third Elder urged.

Lin Mufeng's face was flushed, his smile growing wider. He raised the box high and excitedly said, "It's this! Ta-da-da-da!"

The three elders held their breath in unison, their eyes fixed on the box.

When they saw it, they were stunned.

The dazzling and extraordinary phenomena they had imagined did not appear. It seemed to be just an ordinary box, and inside it seemed to contain... soup?

The First Elder was confused and uncertain, "Is this a box of... chicken soup?"

"No, it's pheasant soup!"

Lin Mufeng corrected, "This is the pheasant soup I begged from the great master with great difficulty!"

Pheasant soup?

Is there a difference?

The smiles on the faces of the three elders gradually faded, unsure how to respond to their Pavilion Master.

They felt a slight unease, exchanging glances and subtly shaking their heads.

Could it be that the Pavilion Master encountered an enemy on his trip and was hit so hard that his mind was damaged?

"Ha, hahaha—"

At that moment, a burst of laughter came from the hall entrance, "Old Lin, are you crazy? You brought back a box of pheasant soup as a treasure? Has the Lingyun Immortal Pavilion become so poor? If you're really in trouble, come to me for some steamed buns, with meat filling!"

Lin Mufeng was taken aback, only then noticing an old man in a green robe behind the three elders. This old man had dark skin and many wrinkles, lacking the typical refined demeanor of a cultivator, looking more like an old farmer from the countryside.

"Old Sun? What are you doing here?" Lin Mufeng was stunned.

"I came to bring you a great opportunity!" Old Sun chuckled, boasting, "This opportunity is far more valuable than your bowl of pheasant soup.

Old Lin, I'm not saying this to be mean, but at your age, don't be so childish. Put down that pheasant soup."

"You bring me an opportunity?" Lin Mufeng's lips curled into a disdainful smile, coldly saying, "Nothing can compare to this pheasant soup! I think you're just here to freeload!"

"Old Lin, are you out of your mind? I wouldn't even look at jade nectar if it were in front of me, let alone some leftover soup you brought back from who knows where. Why would I care?" Old Sun immediately retorted, his face turning red with anger.

This is an insult, a blatant insult!

"Ha, how can a frog at the bottom of a well understand the extraordinariness of this pheasant soup?"

Lin Mufeng glanced at everyone with a look of disdain, then, with a reverent heart, carefully opened the box lid, afraid that even a drop of soup would spill.

This takeaway box was airtight and specially crafted, managing to retain the heat without any loss. The pheasant soup was as hot as if it had just been served.

Indeed, the things of a great master are extraordinary, even a simple takeaway box is so high-end.

"Clunk."

As the lid was lifted, an extremely rich aroma erupted like a long-suppressed volcano.

Old Sun was about to continue mocking, but the words died on his lips as the aroma filled his nostrils and blocked his throat, leaving him speechless.

The faces of the three elders also tensed, their noses twitching in unison, their eyes wide with surprise at the pheasant soup.

Delicious.

So delicious!

"Swallow."

Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling their mouths dry and in desperate need of a sip of this soup to relieve the dryness.

"Pavilion Master, this soup is as white and thick as jade, with a rich and clear flavor. It is a rare and precious soup, and I think it's worth our thorough study." As soon as the First Elder finished speaking, his figure transformed into a beam of light and rushed to the kitchen of the Lingyun Immortal Pavilion, reappearing with a bowl and chopsticks in hand.

"The First Elder is right," the Second Elder nodded in agreement, then similarly rushed into the kitchen.

"Reasonable, it resonates with me," the Third Elder was not to be outdone.

Old Sun was not slow either, though his eyes were fixed on the box of pheasant soup, he still said stubbornly, "Hmph, even if it smells good, it's just a bowl of pheasant soup. How can it compare to an opportunity?"

At that moment, the First Elder suddenly froze, shocked, "Hey, this mouth... is it the mouth of the Silver Moon Demon Emperor?!"

Sigh—

Everyone looked up, drawing in a sharp breath.

Silver Moon Demon Emperor!

It really is the Silver Moon Demon Emperor!

"Making a fuss over nothing!" Lin Mufeng smiled lightly, calmly saying, "It's just the Silver Moon Demon Emperor, a mere little pheasant. No need to worry about it."

A mere little pheasant?

The three elders looked at Lin Mufeng, their faces turning strange.

Their Pavilion Master has really changed. How can he be so boastful?

If we're not mistaken, the Silver Moon Demon Emperor could crush you with a single swipe, right?

"So what if it's the Silver Moon Demon Emperor? Demon meat is just meat, what's so special about it?" Old Sun remained arrogant.

Everyone suppressed their shock, wiping the saliva from their mouths, and each scooped a bowl of pheasant soup.

Hmm?

Why do these roots in the soup look like the roots of the Nine-Curving Spirit Ginseng?

And this leaf, it looks like the leaf of the Nai Shang Grass?

This petal, it seems to be from the Jade Marrow Mushroom?

They looked at the contents of their bowls, struck by lightning, unable to believe what they saw.

"This, this is..."

The First Elder looked at Lin Mufeng, unable to believe it.

"Yes, that's right,"

Lin Mufeng nodded with a smile, "Hurry up and drink it while it's hot. I told you, this is a great opportunity!"