I'll Feed You Myself

A robe black as obsidian, with Golden Suanni embroidered on its shoulders, set off her cold, breathtakingly beautiful face.

Along with three men who looked, at a glance, like they were nothing good.

This was supposed to be a banquet, yet they looked more like they had come to smash the place up.

The grand hall, which had been buzzing with flattery moments before, was now utterly silent.

Every gaze converged upon that slender figure.

Jiang Yuechu's eyes swept lightly across the merchants and local magnates, who were all silent as cicadas in winter, before finally settling upon the seat of honor.

The old monk with snowy brows and beard looked over at that moment as well.

Their eyes met.

Neither spoke, and no one else dared make a sound.

After a long while.

A fat salt merchant, emboldened by a few cups of wine, suddenly slapped the table and rose to his feet. Pointing at Jiang Yuechu, he shouted sternly, "With the master present, how dare a junior like you arrive so late and show such disrespect! Hurry over and apologize to the master!"

The instant his words fell.

A vicious gleam flashed in Chen Tong's eyes. His hand settled on the hilt of his saber as he spoke chillingly.

"Do you want to die?"

The salt merchant was cowed by his Killing Intent. He shuddered, his calves going weak, but he still craned his neck stubbornly.

"Y-You people from the Demon Suppression Office dare commit murder in public?!"

"Amitabha."

Monk Bujie waddled out with his great belly, swaying as he walked. He smiled at the salt merchant and made a Buddhist salute. "Benefactor, that is not quite right."

"The master is an enlightened monk, his six senses pure and his four elements empty. Why would he care about