Sugar-Coated Bullets

Tea tasting in the morning, drinking at noon, and a feast at night.

On his one-day monthly rest day, Wang Chen spent most of his time eating and drinking.

Yongle Immortal City was extraordinarily prosperous. Its residents were all cultivators, and over the past millennia, it had developed a rich and vibrant culture of immortal cuisine. Inns and restaurants filled every street and alley.

This was undoubtedly a gourmet's paradise.

Provided there were enough Spirit Stones in one's Storage Bag!

Wang Chen was not short on Spirit Stones at present. At least, aside from dragon liver, phoenix marrow, and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, he could afford most spirit ingredients—and was willing to pay for them.

No matter the world, love and good food were not to be betrayed!

It was just that Yongle Immortal City had far too many inns and restaurants, while Wang Chen had far too little free time. If he wanted to uncover immortal dishes that could pierce straight through his soul, he could probably only leave it to luck.

That evening, he had a feast at a restaurant called Rong Ji. A table piled high with delicacies cost him over a hundred Spirit Stones.

It greatly comforted his stomach.

As the wine flowed freely, only cold scraps and leftovers remained on the table. Wang Chen rubbed his round belly, preparing to head back.

Back to the Demon Cave.

He still had roll call tomorrow morning. Missing it would bring a rather severe punishment.

Just then, the private room's door was gently pushed open.

A wisp of faint fragrance drifted inside.

Wang Chen assumed it was a restaurant maid and waved his hand. "No need to attend to me. Bring the bill."

Then he suddenly sensed that something was wrong and turned to look toward the