A Beautiful Woman Picks Up the Tab

"Suotuo City?"

Hearing that name, Gu Shenggo thought of Shrek Academy. It seemed to be located in the countryside near Suotuo City.

He drew back the curtain and looked at the pitch-black, star-speckled sky, then nodded. There was no harm in resting for the night; after all, driving at night was unsafe.

They had barely reached the city gate when soldiers stopped them.

Gu Shenggo took out a gold coin and tossed it to the gate guard. The soldier beamed and quickly let them pass.

Even though it was already night when they entered Suotuo City, it remained bustling, even livelier than Soul Hunting Town during the day.

Lights illuminated both sides of the street as vendors set up stalls around them, selling all kinds of snacks and delicate trinkets.

The carriage moved slowly down the street, and passing residents stepped aside one after another to avoid being hit.

Under Gu Shenggo's guidance, the driver stopped outside a hotel with an antique yet elegant exterior.

Gu Shenggo lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down, a trace of nostalgia appearing as he looked at the hotel before him.

He had once come to Suotuo City as well. He remembered staying at this very hotel. It had been six or seven years, perhaps.

After tossing the driver a gold coin for his overnight expenses, Gu Shenggo walked straight into the hotel.

When the hotel greeter saw Gu Shenggo enter, she hurried forward with a smile and invited him inside.

Gu Shenggo casually chose a room. He had no particular requirements for such things; he only needed a comfortable place to sleep. After being trapped in one position in that secret chamber for five years, he naturally no longer had many demands. Could any bed possibly be worse than the restraints in that secret chamber?

After entering the room, Gu Shenggo took a leisurely bath, washing away the dust he had picked up in the forest.

Half an hour later, Gu Shenggo emerged naked from the bathroom, using a towel to dry his still-damp hair. There was no one else around, so he could do as he pleased.

After drying himself off, Gu Shenggo got dressed. His eight-pack abs were on display, and he was a little hungry. He remembered that the dishes at this hotel were rather good.

He left the room and went downstairs. Seeing that the hotel hall had filled with quite a few more people, Gu Shenggo paid it no mind. He chose a quiet seat by the window, sat down, and began ordering.

"Spicy Tender Bone Rabbit."

"Stir-fried Blue Silver Grass Heart."

"Braised Jade Bear Paw."

"That will do for now. I'll order more if it isn't enough."

Gu Shenggo handed the menu to the waiter. He had only ordered these for the moment—a total of thirteen dishes. The waiter beside him was dumbfounded. Looking at Gu Shenggo's somewhat lean frame, could one person really finish all that?

"Certainly. Please wait a moment."

The waiter did not ask any questions. He hurriedly nodded, took the menu, and left.

Half an hour later, the dishes were brought out one after another. However, judging by Gu Shenggo's eating speed, those thirteen dishes did not seem to be enough.

Gu Shenggo did not care how many there were. He simply told the waiter to keep bringing food until he could not eat any more.

Soul Masters cultivated Soul Power, but that was all it did. It did not strengthen the body or extend one's lifespan.

Gu Shenggo had specifically asked Void Archive to design a body-strengthening method based on his physique, called "Meat Consumption."

As the name implied, it involved eating meat to absorb the blood-energy contained within it and store it in the body. Then, through the strengthening method, the body's cells would absorb that blood-energy, achieving a strengthening effect.

It was not like ordinary people, who would eat and then simply waste it.

It was extremely convenient. There was no need for deliberate cultivation; all he needed to do was eat meat.

During his month and a half in the Star Dou Great Forest, no fewer than a hundred soul beasts had entered Gu Shenggo's mouth. They strengthened his body until a casual swing of one arm carried the force of over a thousand jin.

Even without using his martial soul, Gu Shenggo would have no problem crushing some Soul Kings and Soul Emperors.

Seeing the plates on Gu Shenggo's table gradually pile up into a mountain, the diners around him were left staring in shock. He could really eat.

Yet none of them looked down on Gu Shenggo for eating so much. Instead, they regarded him with awe. Anyone capable of eating that much had to be a powerful Soul Master; what ordinary person could possibly eat so much?

The meal lasted for more than an hour before Gu Shenggo was only eighty percent full. He wiped his mouth, a hint of satisfaction appearing on his face.

"Waiter, the bill."

Gu Shenggo called to the waiter beside him, who had already been stunned silly. After blanking out for a moment, the waiter quickly came to his senses and jogged over to Gu Shenggo. With awe in his eyes, he respectfully said:

"Esteemed guest, someone has already paid your bill."

"Hm?" Gu Shenggo was somewhat surprised upon hearing that. Who had paid for his meal?

The waiter pointed toward a table for one. Sitting there was a mature, beautiful woman brimming with charm. Her long hair curled slightly, and her delicate, lovely face wore light makeup. A pale blue slit dress wrapped around her full, mature body, her breasts proud and ample. Her waist was not as slender as Bibi Dong's, but it was just right—not fat, instead giving her a voluptuous air. Her plump hips and snowy-white legs were clad in thin, translucent matte stockings that glimmered faintly beneath the hall lights.

"Who is she?"

Gu Shenggo looked at the mature beauty in confusion. He did not know her, so why was she treating him to a meal? Could it be that she had taken a liking to him?

Seeing Gu Shenggo look her way, the beautiful woman revealed a smile on her dignified, lovely face. She raised her wineglass slightly toward him in a small toast, offering her response.

Gu Shenggo smiled faintly and rose to walk toward her. There had to be a reason for someone to treat him to a meal for no reason.

He sat across from the beautiful woman and asked with a smile, "Thank you, madam, for treating me to this meal. May I ask who you are?"

"Lan Qingyan, a level sixty-five control-type Battle Spirit Emperor. A pleasure to meet you."

When Soul Masters met, they would state their ranks to show respect and sincerity. At the same time, it was a form of pride; after all, a high rank was something to be proud of.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—six soul rings enveloped Lan Qingyan's voluptuous, luscious body, shining brilliantly.

A trace of pride appeared on Lan Qingyan's dignified and beautiful face. After all, a Soul Emperor was considered a strong expert on the continent.

However, that display had little effect before Gu Shenggo. He was no weaker than her.

"Gu Shenggo, a level ninety Soul Douluo. A pleasure to meet you."

Gu Shenggo introduced himself with a smile as he sized up the beautiful woman before him. Her figure was not bad. Unlike Bibi Dong, Lan Qingyan was the typical voluptuous, luscious type of beauty. She had plenty of flesh, yet was not excessive—very suitable for a fierce battle.

Upon hearing Gu Shenggo state his rank, everyone in the hotel froze. They stared at him in disbelief. Was it real? He was actually a Soul Douluo!

Lan Qingyan's beautiful face, which had carried a trace of pride, also froze. She looked at Gu Shenggo in shock.

She found it hard to believe what Gu Shenggo had said. She was nearly forty years old and only a Soul Emperor, while Gu Shenggo looked barely eighteen or nineteen. Yet he had already reached the rank of Soul Douluo. It was simply too shocking!

Then eight deep black soul rings emerged around Gu Shenggo. Instantly, everyone in the hall felt an overwhelming aura sweep in all directions, pressing down on them until they could barely breathe.

Lan Qingyan bore the brunt of it. Feeling that powerful aura and seeing those eight soul rings that defied all reason, she was plunged into shock. He really was a Soul Douluo—and all eight of his soul rings were ten-thousand-year rings. What kind of monster was this?!

Lan Qingyan's voluptuous, luscious body trembled uncontrollably. She was nearly frightened into wetting herself.

(Lan Qingyan: Teacher Gu, come to my office tonight~)