My Gugas Have Rather Large Appetites

"Xiao Lin, aside from great strength, are there any other special aspects to your Martial Soul? We need them so we can plan your spirit ring."

Ning Fengzhi's tone right now could not possibly be any gentler.

That gaze was just like looking at his own biological son.

Lin Xiao swept his gaze over the entire squad of Gugas in front of him. The little fellows looked similar, but upon closer inspection, each had their own differences.

Their heights and weights were different, and the clothes and accessories they wore were all sorts of varieties.

Some wore small brown chef's hats on their heads, some wore hard hats, and others draped in Taoist robes...

Probably about ten Gugas wore each type of outfit.

He cleared his throat and shouted toward the Guga formation:

"Gugas! Report your abilities!"

"Guga! I can cook, Guga! What I do best is Stinky Fried Chicken!"

"Guga can repair air conditioners, Guga!"

"Guga has strength, Guga can carry steel coils, Guga!"

The remaining large group of Gugas vied with each other to cry out, reporting all kinds of skills in one go.

"Guga, I can act cute!"

"Guga can perform arts!"

"I can sew clothes, Guga!"

"Gugu-ga! Guga-guga!"

For a moment, the main hall was once again so noisy it was impossible to bear.

Their voices were soft and crisp, but they could not withstand a thousand Gugas shouting together, the buzzing sound echoing back and forth among the beams and pillars.

"Stop! I know!"

Lin Xiao raised a hand and pressed down, and the clamor slowly subsided.

He turned his head to look at Ning Fengzhi at the side.

"Uncle Ning, you've seen it too. They can do everything."

"..."

Ning Fengzhi stood in place, momentarily at a loss for words.

He had originally thought this was just a group of little fellows with a bit of brute strength, and never expected that the craftsmanship mastered by this group of little fellows would actually be so complex.

After a moment of silence, Ning Fengzhi gave a light cough.

"Since that's the case, we'll talk about the matter of the spirit ring later. I need to study this thoroughly."

"Big Brother Lin Xiao!"

Ning Rongrong ran over, lifting up the little Guga in her arms.

"Big Brother Lin Xiao, can you give this little Guga to Rongrong? Rongrong wants to hold her when sleeping."

The little Guga tilted her head with a dazed and cute expression.

"Guga?"

"Rongrong! Do not be unruly! This is Xiao Lin's Martial Soul, how can it be given to you?"

Ning Fengzhi's face revealed severity.

These were 1,000 detached Martial Souls! Even if one were missing, it might have a huge impact on combat effectiveness.

Lin Xiao was a genius of the sect, the future mainstay!

He must not ruin his future just because of Rongrong's momentary self-will.

Ning Rongrong's little mouth instantly drooped, her eye sockets turned slightly red, and she relented, letting go of the little fellow in her arms with reluctance.

"I'm sorry Big Brother Lin Xiao, Rongrong will return the little Guga to you right now."

The moment the little Guga's feet touched the ground, she immediately spread her short arms and threw herself straight into Lin Xiao's arms.

Her little face rubbed back and forth against the lapels of his clothes, full of joy.

"Guga~ Guga-guga~"

Lin Xiao picked up the little Guga, his heart softening. He was simply about to be melted by this little fellow's cuteness!

No wonder Ning Rongrong couldn't bear to part with her; replaced by anyone else, it would be very difficult to let go of such a clingy little thing.

This filled Ning Rongrong with envy as she watched.

She compared Lin Xiao's soft Guga Martial Soul, then thought of her own Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, and felt more and more aggrieved.

With red eye sockets, she directly cried softly.

"Wuwuwuwu—I don't want the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda! I want the little Guga! Wuwuwu..."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's brow twitched, and he spoke helplessly.

"Rongrong, you are not allowed to make a fuss. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda is a Martial Soul countless people beg for yet cannot get."

Ning Rongrong wiped away her tears, sobbing intermittently.

"But the Gugas are cuter..."

While she was grieving, a soft ball of something was suddenly stuffed into her arms.

Ning Rongrong looked at the little Guga in her arms and sniffed her red button nose.

"Sniff—Little Guga? Hehehe~"

Lin Xiao rubbed Rongrong's little head.

"Although the Guga can't be given to you, you can come and play with the Gugas anytime."

"Guga!"

"Mm! Thank you, Big Brother Lin Xiao!"

Ning Rongrong tightly hugged the soft little fellow in her arms, a smile instantly blooming on her face.

Ning Fengzhi watched the two of them with gratification.

Ah~ Lin Xiao doted on Rongrong so much, this was a good thing!

It was just that this Guga Martial Soul truly had such a huge attraction?

His gaze swept across the neat Guga formation, and he slowly squatted down halfway, reaching out a hand, intending to gently stroke the little head of one of the Gugas.

"Bzzzt!!!"

An electric current instantly surged onto his palm, a numbing sensation rapidly spreading along his arm.

Ning Fengzhi was shocked into trembling uncontrollably, his head shaking incessantly, his eyes rolling back.

"Eheheheh—"

After a good while, the current dissipated, and he staggered back two steps, his face completely charred and his hair standing on end, opening his mouth as if to speak.

A wisp of black smoke drifted out from his mouth and nose, his throat hoarse and dry, and he coughed several times.

"Cough cough cough... She can actually control lightning too?"

"Guga?"

Thief Guga blinked her large eyes and reached out to touch the battery of the e-bike she had brought along from behind.

"Bzzzt!!!"

"Guga!! It seems to be leaking electricity, Guga!"

Her whole body bristled, and she hurriedly tossed the battery aside.

The heavy battery smashed into the ground, its shell sparking a string of electric arcs and crackling.

Ning Rongrong looked at her father's disheveled appearance and giggled happily.

"Heeheeheehee—Daddy is so ugly!"

Ning Fengzhi helplessly wiped his face.

"Cough, the Martial Soul awakening has already ended, and the time is almost noon. Let's go eat first, Xiao Lin, bring this group of little fellows along."

Lin Xiao scratched the back of his head with some embarrassment.

"Uncle Ning, my little Gugas might have rather large appetites..."

"No matter, let them eat their fill."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, taking it lightly in his heart.

Just this group of little fellows, how much could they eat?

Looking at that physique, they wouldn't do, at most two bowls of rice and they'd be stuffed, right?

"Awooo awooo awooo!!"

"Another bowl! Guga!!"

"I want some too, I want some too! I still want a big chicken leg! Guga!"

One Guga after another sat around the table, frantically shoveling rice into their mouths, their cheeks bulging round, oil flowing down the corners of their mouths.

Piles of empty plates were stacked high beside every single Guga.

Especially beside those fat Gugas, the plates could be piled into small mountains.

Ning Rongrong opened her eyes wide as she watched this scene, her mouth slightly agape, not even caring when the piece of meat she had been biting down on slipped away.

Ning Fengzhi's hand holding the chopsticks paused in mid-air, watching the food rapidly vanish.

A thin layer of sweat faintly appeared on his brow.

What table number was this? 27? Or 28?

He couldn't remember clearly, only knowing that crystal pig's trotters had been served more than 20 times...

He suddenly thought of a terrifying matter.

Just the more than 200 Gugas right here ate this much, wouldn't those Gugas outside...

Hiss... At this rate of eating, wouldn't the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda be eaten into poverty?

As the richest sect master, he was actually worried right now that his money wouldn't be enough! If word of this got out, who would dare believe it?!

Lin Xiao took in their shocked expressions completely and shrugged helplessly.

He had told them earlier that their appetites were somewhat large, but they hadn't believed him.

Meanwhile, in the sect's kitchen.

A group of chefs were swinging their spatulas so fast they were practically throwing off sparks.

"Ugh ah!! Everyone hang in there!! We absolutely cannot admit defeat!"

The firewood burning beneath the stoves crackled loudly, and several large pots gave off steam simultaneously.

The chefs ran back and forth, chopping vegetables, adding ingredients, and stir-frying without a moment's rest, sweat pouring down their foreheads.

Trip after trip of empty plates was sent to the back kitchen, and their cleanliness was shinier than a face.