Second Master-Disciple Link

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and the restaurant was empty, devoid of any customers.

The kitchen staff were currently busy with their preparations.

An idle waiter stood at the entrance, cracking melon seeds while waiting for customers to arrive.

From a distance, he spotted Tang San and his master walking toward the restaurant.

"Damn it, why are they here?"

"Who?"

Pointing in their direction for his colleague, the waiter immediately bolted toward the second-floor office; he had to notify his boss to prepare.

The God of Misfortune and the Fart Immortal were not people to be trifled with.

The other waiter was still wondering why his companion had left in such a hurry when he suddenly witnessed a scene that filled him with dread.

Yu Xiaogang had arrived right in front of him, with Tang San in tow.

"We want to eat."

"This... this... honored guests, it isn't mealtime yet, is it?"

Seeing the waiter's obvious refusal, a flash of self-mockery crossed Yu Xiaogang's face.

"Are you sure you want us to come back at mealtime?"

"Uh..."

Hearing that these two really intended to return at mealtime, the waiter broke out in a cold sweat.

How was this any different from smashing up the place?

Fortunately, having received the alert from his colleague, the restaurant owner rushed to the entrance.

Upon seeing the two infamous harbingers of doom, his expression changed instantly.

However, his professional training forced him to put on a smile as he approached them.

"Heh heh, is there something you two need?"

"Our restaurant's ingredients are still being prepared."

"Hmm. Make 200 dishes using radishes, potatoes, and sweet potatoes as the base ingredients, and none of them can be the same."

As Yu Xiaogang's words left his lips, the owner, the waiters, and even Tang San all had their expressions shift slightly.

Tang San, in particular, finally realized where his assessment was coming from.

Was his teacher really not afraid of shitting his pants on the spot?

The owner and the waiters thought more simply: Yu Xiaogang, already known as the Fart Immortal, had come in ordering these specific items—anyone who provided them was a fool.

"Honored guest, look..."

Perhaps anticipating that the owner would flatly refuse, Yu Xiaogang reached into his robes and pulled out a pouch of Gold Soul Coins.

The owner's eyes went wide at the sight of the Gold Soul Coins; ignoring the waiters' attempts to dissuade him, he snatched the bag.

"Please, come inside, honored guests. 200 dishes of potato, radish, and sweet potato will be ready shortly."

Clutching the Gold Soul Coins, the owner headed toward the kitchen, determined to help the chefs himself.

The two waiters, still unwilling to give up, followed closely behind to protest.

"Boss, are you tired of living?"

"That's right, people could die!"

"Enough nonsense. For 100 Gold Soul Coins, I'd let him tear the restaurant down if he wanted to."

Seeing that money had paved the way, Yu Xiaogang led Tang San into the restaurant lobby and found a seat in the innermost corner.

As they walked, Tang San unobtrusively pulled out two damp cotton balls and carefully stuffed them into his nostrils.

But after a moment's thought, he tossed the cotton away.

His assessment was to prevent the leakage of toxic gas; if he used the cotton, wouldn't he fail his test?

"San, remember this: no matter what happens, you must not let your teacher's toxic gas leak out."

A grave look flashed in Tang San's eyes, a heavy sense of responsibility settling upon his shoulders.

"I understand, Teacher. I will do my best."

Soon, several cold appetizers were brought to the table.

Shredded radish salad and shredded potato salad, seasoned in various ways, filled the table.

"Please enjoy your meal, guests. We will speed up the service for the rest."

With that, the owner fled the table as if afraid of being contaminated by toxic gas.

Yu Xiaogang didn't waste time either; he picked up his chopsticks and began to feast.

Furthermore, in order to finish all 200 dishes, Gangzi very sensibly summoned Luo Sanpao to join the meal.

Since a martial soul is one with its master, the food consumed by Luo Sanpao would ultimately be reflected back onto him.

This could not exactly be considered cheating.

Tang San did not make a move, merely watching the man and the pig before him eat as if facing a formidable enemy.

Within ten minutes, the dozens of cold dishes in front of them had been wiped clean.

The owner quickly replenished the table, serving braised, stir-fried, and candied dishes, rotating through various ways of cooking potatoes, radishes, and sweet potatoes.

As each dish was consumed, Tang San used his Purple Demon Eye to observe the man and the pig without leaving a trace.

He could clearly detect a ball of fiery red energy slowly gathering in the lower abdomens of Gangzi and Luo Sanpao.

"Hoo, it's coming."

As time passed, quite a few diners entered the restaurant to eat.

Some diners recognized Tang San and Gangzi and turned to run immediately.

However, some passing merchants and travelers did not know the pair.

Although they found it strange that a man and a pig were eating so frantically, they did not pay much attention to it.

Some even sat down right next to Yu Xiaogang to observe this gluttonous feast at close range.

The onlookers outside the restaurant hid wicked smiles in their eyes, inwardly mocking these people for being too naive.

The terrifying Fart Immortal would definitely teach a lesson to anyone who underestimated the toxic gas.

Time ticked by second by second, and 150 dishes were swallowed whole.

Both Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao had sweat on their foreheads.

The man and the beast were flushed red, clearly struggling to hold back the leaking toxic gas.

Tang San clenched his fists; he was also extremely nervous at this moment, as this concerned his own assessment and could not afford the slightest mistake.

Yet, until the final ten dishes were placed on the table, Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao still had the strength to suppress the energy without releasing it.

Now it was Tang San's turn to worry.

His assessment was to prevent the release of the toxic gas, but if they didn't release it at all, wouldn't his assessment be a direct failure?

This won't do, I have to do something.

Tang San's eyes darted around for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he slowly unfurled his Bad Luck Domain.

He enveloped Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao within it.

A moment later, just as Tang San watched anxiously, Yu Xiaogang reached his hand toward the very last dish.

A fly quietly crawled into Gangzi's nostril.

"Achoo!"

Accompanied by a thunderous sneeze, Gangzi's complexion instantly shifted from flushed to a deep, bruised purple.

Immediately following that, a "gurgling" sound emanated from his abdomen.

"Xiao... San, quick... think of something."

Watching Yu Xiaogang stand upright while clutching his stomach, Tang San hurriedly stepped into his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and arrived behind him.

He flipped his palm, and a pitch-black broom appeared.

He then thrust the broken handle forward.

"Ugh!!!"

The intense, sharp pain nearly made Gangzi's eyeballs pop out of their sockets, which were now filled with red bloodshot veins.

"Teacher, it's the last dish, hurry up."

Tang San's call brought Gangzi's soul, which had been flying toward the heavens, back into his body.

With a ferocious expression, he reached out and grabbed the final dish of braised potatoes.

In a few quick bites, he and Luo Sanpao finished off the remaining food.

In Suotuo City, inside the Broom House in the red-light district, a notification sound for the completion of a wish suddenly echoed in Lu Xian's mind.

[Wish Rank F, Executor completion rate: 100%.]
[Reward: 40 days of cultivation, 20 years added to spirit ring age.]
[Wish Rank F, Executor completion rate: 100%.]
[Reward: 120 days of cultivation, 60 years added to spirit ring age.]

Since it was a linked task, Lu Xian was not surprised that the two completed their assessments simultaneously.

Clearly, preventing Gangzi from releasing the toxic gas was much harder than him holding it in himself.

"Not bad, not bad. The execution of this master and disciple pair is still acceptable."

"They only just received this assessment yesterday!"

After taking the lion's share of the rewards, Lu Xian quickly distributed the rest.