"That Lu Clan Pictographic Fist of mine is profound and boundless. It's not something the likes of you, with your single spiritual root, can comprehend."
"As the saying goes, the heavens have nine layers above, and the earth has nine layers below. The Lu Clan Pictographic Fist is divided into nine levels, too."
"Right now, I've only just reached the first level. Once I've cultivated it to greater heights, I'll be able to gain the strength, spells, and even cultivation of whatever I transform into. One day, when I reach the ninth heaven, I'll be able to become a great Tribulation Transcendence powerhouse with a single thought. Suppressing Senior Sister won't be beyond me!"
Lu Yang spoke with such smug delight that even Man Gu believed him. Man Gu quietly asked Meng Jingzhou, "Is what Brother Lu said true?"
Meng Jingzhou rolled his eyes. "True my ass. It's obviously made up. If you're willing to listen, I can make up eight different versions for you."
Man Gu gave an "oh," thinking that Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou were incredible for being able to lie so effortlessly.
Several days passed since Lu Yang had given the Pictographic Fist a new meaning. More and more customers came each day, and some even tipped them with spirit stones when they were enjoying their meal.
"We raised our prices, so why are there still so many people?" Lu Yang gritted his teeth. The day before, the biggest restaurant in Yanjiang Commandery had even offered to buy their recipes.
He was the only one gritting his teeth; Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu were both quite happy.
Today, Man Gu was upstairs keeping an eye on Qin Yuanhao, while Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou went downstairs to work as servers.
Meng Jingzhou stifled his urge to