A Big Shot Treats Them to Dinner and a Gift from the Gods

The next day, Zhou Huan slept until noon before getting out of bed.

Last night was incredibly hectic. Not only did he help the Earth Dragon Gate members escape Mingdu, but on his way back after they left, Zhou Huan also discovered that there were indeed Evil Soul Master chasing after them eastward from Mingdu.

So Zhou Huan dealt with them easily, hoping that Nan Shuishui and her group could arrive in Shrek City as soon as possible.

Just as Zhou Huan finished washing up, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhou Huan thought his girlfriend had come to bring him warmth, but when he opened the door, he saw a Little Bun and a little girl.

Zhou Huan yawned and said, "What's up? What brings you two here? Aren't you going to watch the game?"

Today is the third day of the Soul Master Competition, and also the last day of the first round of Elimination Match. It should be quite lively.

But the little girl Xiao Xiao said, "I'm not watching anymore. Studying opponents is too much trouble; let the captain and sect leader handle that. I'm here today to treat you to dinner."

As he spoke, he handed over an invitation.

Zhou Huan was taken aback. "Inviting you to dinner?"

Why invite someone to dinner at this time? And why make it so formal?

Besides, when you used to invite people to dinner, didn't you always just say, "Master Zhou, dinner's ready"? When have you ever given such a grand "invitation" before?

Zhou Huan opened the invitation with a bewildered expression. It read, "We cordially invite our young friend Zhou Huan to dinner with Wang Tizhou and Ling Suzhen."

The date written on it is today.

Then, Zhou Huan looked at the Little Bun: "Qingya, are these your family members?"

Before Wang Qingya could answer, Xiao Xiao stared wide-eyed in surprise and exclaimed, "Hey, Master Zhou, how come you guessed it so accurately?"

Zhou Huan rolled her eyes speechlessly and said, "A brain is a good thing. You can tell just by looking at the surname on this invitation. And the writing style and tone—it's obviously written by an elder."

Xiao Xiao nodded. "Oh, you're pretty good."

At this moment, Wang Qingya said, "It's 7 PM tonight at the Fragrance Filled Pavilion, which is right across from Mingyue Hotel. Remember to be on time. My parents have invited you, Xiao Shuai, and Xiao Xiao."

"Don't worry, I'll be there on time if someone invites me to dinner," Zhou Huan replied.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Wang Qingya and Xiao Xiao left.

Zhou Huan hadn't considered bringing Zhang Lexuan along. Firstly, his girlfriend didn't like these kinds of social dinners, and secondly, since it was a formal invitation, it wouldn't be appropriate to bring a family member.

So, after having a casual lunch in the hotel room, Zhou Huan spent the afternoon lounging around in Zhang Lexuan's room.

There's nothing I can do; my Senior Disciple Sister doesn't really like going out either.

With Zhou Huan around, there seems to be nothing to worry about in the Soul Master Competition; it's even easier for her than when she swept the competition herself back then.

Time always flies when couples are showing off their love; before they know it, it's dark.

At 6:50 p. m., Zhou Huan and Wen Xiaoshuai arrived on time outside the agreed-upon the Fragrance Filled Pavilion.

Wang Qingya and Xiao Xiao had already arrived.

Led by Wang Qingya, Zhou Huan walked through the gate and behind the screen. There, she saw a handsome young man and a young woman with Baozi face.

Neither of them looked like Wang Qingya's parents, especially the young woman in the classical dress, who looked to be only about twenty years old and seemed more like Wang Qingya's older sister.

However, now that he knew they were Wang Qingya's parents, Zhou Huan naturally greeted them as a junior, "Young man Zhou Huan greets Uncle Wang and Aunt Ling."

Even the socially awkward Wen Xiaoshuai managed to utter, "Hello Uncle Wang, hello Aunt Ling."

Wang Tizhou and Ling Suzhen both smiled and nodded, saying, "Come, don't be shy, please sit down."

After they sat down, Wang Tizhou said with a smile, "I've often heard Little Ya'er mention you all before. Seeing you all today, I can see you're truly young talents. Little Ya'er has been so fortunate to have you taking care of her at Shrek."

Zhou Huan quickly replied, "Uncle, you're too kind. Qingya and I are teammates, but more importantly, we're good friends. We just take care of each other and help each other out. Qingya is the most powerful Food Type Soul Master I've ever seen."

Hearing what Zhou Huan said, Wang Tizhou's smile widened even more, "Haha, that's right, I also think our Little Ya'er is the best."

Then Ling Suzhen, who was standing next to her, gave her a disapproving look. "How can you praise your own daughter like that?"

Then came Wang Qingya's rare coquettish voice. "That's right, Daddy, it makes me so embarrassed to hear you say that."

Zhou Huan, Wen Xiaoshuai, and Xiao Xiao: "..." Is this a fake Little Bun? Or is this the correct way for a little darling to act cute towards her old father?

It was at this moment that one exquisite dish after another began to be served.

Steamed Dragon Flower Fish, Spicy Rabbit Head, Snow Lotus White Jade Soup, roasted pork ribs, Stewed Beef... it has everything.

Moreover, they all have one thing in common: they are extremely expensive.

Indeed, the lives of the wealthy are indeed simple and unpretentious.

Zhou Huan and Wen Xiaoshuai didn't stand on ceremony and started eating freely.

After all, there's no psychological burden involved in eating at someone's expense; if you don't get enough to eat, that would be a real loss of face.

As for the two big shots, Wang Tizhou and Ling Suzhen, they were quite satisfied to see the four little ones eating so heartily.

At the dining table, the group chatted and ate, and soon more than an hour had passed.

This meal was truly a "successful one".

At this moment, Ling Suzhen took out three small balls of nine different colors and placed them in front of Zhou Huan, Wen Xiaoshuai, and Xiao Xiao respectively, saying, "These little things are called Nine-Colored Ball. Carrying them on your person will make you immune to all poisons. Consider them a gift from your aunt."

As the saying goes, one should not refuse a gift from an elder, Zhou Huan, being such a scoundrel, certainly couldn't refuse. "Thank you, Aunt Ling."

He immediately put away the Nine-Colored Ball. Although he was already immune to all poisons, he could give it to Zhang Lexuan.

Wen Xiaoshuai and Xiao Xiao thanked them and then put away the Nine-Colored Ball.

After a satisfying meal and drinks, and with all the guests having enjoyed themselves, everyone returned to their hotel rooms.

Just as Zhou Huan was playing with the nine-colored ball in the room, the usually quiet little sprite, Fututa, spoke up, "Be careful, that's something of the gods."

Smack!

Zhou Huan was stunned for a moment, then his hand trembled, and the Nine-Colored Ball fell to the ground!

Snow Empress, Blue Dragon Ice Qilin Horse, Brother Octagon, and Miss Narcissus: "..."

The Ice Bear King hadn't reacted yet.

So, after a full 0.03 seconds of stunned silence, Zhou Huan immediately picked up the Nine-Colored Ball from the ground and gently blew away any non-existent dust from it.

After a long while, Zhou Huan, confirming he wasn't hallucinating, entered the Floating Pagoda, smiled, and asked, "Great Pagoda Soul, you just said this Nine-Colored Ball is something of the gods?"

The three-inch-tall Sprite glanced at Zhou Huan disdainfully and said, "Of course." Inwardly, however, he thought to himself, "He's all about the Pagoda Soul when he needs something, and Sprite when he doesn't! This kid is so materialistic."

Of course, Zhou Huan didn't care what the Sprite thought at this moment, because this was completely outrageous!

Little Bun's mom... uh, that sounds a bit like an insult, doesn't it? Aunt Ling suddenly pulled out three Nine-Colored Ball, the meaning of which is self-evident.

Can you really buy God's stuff wholesale?

Unless...

So Zhou Huan asked, "Then who are Qingya's parents...?"

The Pagoda Soul Sprite said calmly, "It was once a god, and it is certainly above the god level now."

Hiss--

After receiving confirmation, Zhou Huan couldn't help but gasp, because the Sprite's words contained a lot of information.

Then Zhou Huan realized, so the Little Bun is actually a Godly Second Generation, which is why he's now "my Godly Second Generation friend"?

So, the two Godhead he sensed that night were those of Little Bun's parents?

Fortunately, he has been sealing the Five-Colored Godhead in his Sea of Consciousness. Hopefully, everything will be alright. After all, he has been quite good to the Little Bun.

In fact, Zhou Huan really didn't want to come into contact with anyone at the god level or above right now, even if they were Little Bun's parents, because he had too many secrets.

But tonight, he was happily enjoying a lavish meal with two big shots who were at least at the god-level.

Looking back, that feeling was truly... a mix of emotions!

Zhou Huan looked at the Pagoda Soul Sprite and continued, "So, I'm carrying the Nine-Colored Ball now, is that alright?"

The Sprite, "What could possibly happen? With this, even Limit Douluo can't kill you. This ball can withstand three blows from Limit Douluo! Of course, it will only activate when you're on the verge of death, and it will also send a message to that goddess."

Zhou Huan: "..." This gift is ridiculously precious.

No, to calm myself down, I should go find my girlfriend to comfort me.

Without hesitation, Zhou Huan darted towards Zhang Lexuan's room.

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