Yama's Invitation? Just Right for Lamb Skewers

The commotion caused by the two Titled Douluos in the sky didn't last long.

Snake Lance Douluo She Long was originally just a stalker and had no intention of fighting to the death. He took two blows from Tang Hao, which made his blood and qi surge violently. Taking advantage of the opening, he made a feint with his spear and turned into a black shadow, disappearing into the cloud nest and making a clean getaway.

Tang Hao, carrying the large black hammer, hovered in mid-air, panting heavily.

He didn't chase after him. Down in the main hall, his unfortunate son was still lying paralyzed in a pile of rotten wood, his life hanging in the balance.

Tang Hao put away the hammer, unleashed a surge of black and red Soul Power, and slammed himself into the ruins behind the Wild Dog Den Tavern like a giant eagle, his footsteps causing the broken tiles to crack and pop.

But before he could even reach out and touch Tang San, his nose twitched twice.

A strong aroma of cumin and chili powder mixed with meat was carried by the evening breeze from the open space outside, heading straight into his nostrils.

On the dry lawn outside the pub.

The water in the large copper hot pot had long since boiled away, and it had been replaced with glowing red-hot charcoal.

Ma Hongjun was squatting in front of the charcoal brazier, holding a large handful of meat skewers in his hand, flipping them over and over. His control of the heat was absolutely perfect Pure Yang Phoenix Fire passed under the charcoal, and the oil from the fatty mutton sizzled and dripped onto the charcoal Ember, causing flames to leap up high.

"Brother Yun, shall we make some noodles?" Ma Hongjun asked in a loud voice.

"Hey! Get some more chili peppers, it's chilly in this lousy place at night, they'll warm you up."

Ling Yun sat imposingly on a small stool, holding a large, rough porcelain bowl, and was clinking glasses with Dai Mubai.

Tang Hao pried open the rotten wooden planks and lifted Tang San, who had collapsed into a puddle of mud, up with one hand. The father and son looked up following the aroma of meat, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

Tang San's face, which was originally paler than a corpse, suddenly turned purplish-red, his eyes bulging as he stared intently at the "iron skewers" of roasted meat in Ma Hongjun's hand.

That's not a metal skewer!

It was about three inches long, dark gold all over, and had several extremely intricate blood grooves on it—it was clearly the peerless hidden Hidden Weapon of the Tang Sect, the Yama's Invitation, which he had forged over several sleepless nights using the most poisonous creatures from Sunset Forest!

Just now, Ling Yun used chopsticks to pick up one of the sticks and it flew away; the remaining twenty-three all fell onto the floor tiles.

Ling Yun thought it was a waste to throw away the piece of iron, so he had Ning Rongrong pick it up and throw it into a pot of boiling broth, boiling it three times. Poison, no matter how potent, is made from living things. Boiling it three times in boiling water will thoroughly cook away even the most potent poison.

Not content with just boiling them clean, Ling Yun took the twenty-three top-quality long needles forged from Deep Sea Sinking Silver, threaded them with slices of marbled mutton, and used them as skewers over charcoal!

"Little San, you know what I mean."

Seeing the Tang family father and son peek out, Ling Yun didn't even move his buttocks. He casually took a skewer of dripping, oily "Yama's Invitation" mutton skewers from the fat man's hand and waved it around in his hand:

"This lousy metal skewer you used is a bit heavy, but its heat conductivity is really good. The outside is grilled to a golden brown, while the meat inside remains tender. It's just that the blood grooves you cut on it make it too easy for bits of meat to get stuck in them; it'll be a bit of a hassle to clean it up after we eat it."

As he spoke, Ling Yun opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of fatty mutton covered in cumin, chewing it until his mouth was greasy.

"You... my... my Yama's Invitation..."

Tang San asked Tang Hao to hold the skewers in his hand, making a strange "gurgling" sound in his throat. His fingers trembled as he pointed at the skewers of mutton, and the light in his eyes shattered completely.

That's the ultimate culmination of the Tang Sect Outer Sect! It's the ultimate weapon that Tang San, both in his past and present lives, is so proud of and believes can defy fate!

What about now?

They took his best Hidden Weapon in the world, skewered scallions and fat lamb on it, sprinkled it with chili powder and cumin, and ate it right in front of him with their mouths full of oil!

That bite of mutton wasn't just crushing the Yama's Invitation; it was crushing Tang San lifetimes!

"Puff--!"

Overwhelmed with anger, Tang San's chest bulged, and a mouthful of black blood Spit Up from his mouth like a fountain. His eyes rolled back, his head slumped onto Tang Hao's arm, and he fainted on the spot from sheer rage.

"The Xiao San!!"

Tang Hao caught Tang San and reached out to check his chest. Seeing that he still had a pulse, he suddenly raised his head.

In those cloudy old eyes, murderous intent solidified into solid blocks of ice.

"Boy! You've gone too far! Do you really think the Clear Sky Hammer in my hand is just for show?!"

Tang Hao roared, and the mud beneath his feet sank half a foot deep with a loud thud. The dark red Divine Slaughter's Domain overflowed uncontrollably, and the big black hammer was about to smash down on Ling Yun's forehead.

But Ling Yun didn't even blink.

He casually tossed the half-eaten "Yama's Invitation" onto the iron plate with a crisp clang.

"Stop."

Ling Yun tapped his empty wine bowl with his chopsticks, interrupting Tang Hao's harsh words. "Uncle Hammer, if you want to act tough, go back to your village blacksmith's shop. We need to settle this matter clearly today."

He pointed to the Wild Dog Den Tavern behind him, which was half collapsed.

"Look at this! The house was perfectly fine, and you just smashed it with your hammer, and the roof's gone, the load-bearing pillars collapsed, and all the dust from the house fell into our meat pot. If this happened in the city, you'd be committing the crimes of 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble,' 'vandalism, looting, and arson.'"

Ling Yun turned around and snapped his fingers at Ning Rongrong behind him, "Rongrong, calculate how to settle this score for the number one Douluo in the world today."

Ning Rongrong has now truly mastered the art of banditry.

Without hesitation, she pulled out the small, gold-plated abacus from her pocket and began rapidly calculating with her small hands:

"Roof repairs, tiles, and timber, that'll be 300 Gold Soul Coins; the broken tables, chairs, benches, pots, and pans in the tavern, that'll be 100 Gold Soul Coins; we were eating when you scared us so badly we're mentally damaged, that'll be 100 Gold Soul Coins; and moving the tables and pots took some effort, that'll be 100 Gold Soul Coins for your trouble."

Ning Rongrong raised her chin, held up the abacus in front of Tang Hao, and her clear voice echoed across the wasteland:

"Round it down, that's 1100 Gold Soul Coins in total. Pay up!"

Tang Hao was stunned.

He was holding the Clear Sky Hammer in mid-air, unsure whether to smash it or put it back.

A dignified level 95 Titled Douluo, a powerful figure who nearly killed the former Pope back then, is now being pressured by a fourteen-year-old girl with an abacus in this desolate, muddy ditch?!

He was fighting in the sky while these brats were watching and eating hotpot down below, and now they have the nerve to ask him for "Astonish money"?

"What if I don't give it to him?" Tang Hao was so angry that his teeth itched, and his Soul Power surged wildly.

"You won't give it to me?"

Ling Yun stood up, grabbed a clean coarse cloth from the side, wiped the mutton fat off his hands, and sneered, "A dignified Clear Sky Douluo, trying to renege on a meal payment when you go out? Fine, you don't have to pay then."

Ling Yun took half a step forward, his voice extremely low, yet carrying a reckless and unyielding spirit:

"You sensed it too, didn't you? There's still a Titled Douluo hiding around the town, not far away. If you want to fight me to the death here, I guarantee my brothers will risk breaking arms and legs to drag you into this mud pit for half an hour. By the time the Spirit Hall's dogs with their sniffing noses all come swarming over, you'll be leading a half-dead little Haozi, barely breathing..."

"Let's see if you two can walk out of this Rotten Bone Town unscathed today!"

Blackmail! A blatant and thuggish scheme!

A sudden rush of cold sweat broke out on Tang Hao's back.

He wasn't afraid of these juniors, but he was afraid of the Spirit Hall's encirclement! Tang San's current body couldn't withstand any more strain. If they really stayed here, once the elders of the Spirit Hall arrived, he and his father would truly perish here today!

Frustrating!

I've never felt so frustrated in my life!

Tang Hao gritted his teeth until his gums bled. As a peerless master, what gold or silver coins would he ever carry with him when he went out?

He held the unconscious Tang San with one arm, and with the other hand, he rummaged around in his tattered cloak for a long time, finally pulling out a dark, heavy lump. With a face full of humiliation, he threw it hard into the pile of rotten grass at Ling Yun's feet.

"This is a top-grade mother ore of Deep Sea Sinking Silver! You couldn't even buy it for two thousand Gold Soul Coins on the Black Market!"

Tang Hao's voice trembled with anger, but before leaving, he tried to say a few more polite words, "Kid, you're lucky today! My Clear Sky Sect will remember this debt!"

"Get out of here, get out of here, don't disgust me."

Ling Yun waved his hand impatiently. "Fine, I'll put it in the tab. Next time you come looking for revenge, remember to bring cash. I don't collect junk."

Tang Hao stumbled, nearly fainting. He dared not linger a moment longer, fearing that if he heard another word from this kid, his lungs would burst. With a Stomping Tantrum, he transformed into a black and red whirlwind, carrying Tang San in a disheveled state as they fled into the night.

The bandits who had been watching the commotion were now all kneeling in the mud pit, their chins slammed to the ground.

Even the world's number one Clear Sky Douluo was tricked by this kid into giving him a piece of top-grade iron, and he didn't dare to utter a word before running away with his tail between his legs?!

The Iron Staff Xiong Biao, had even forgotten the pain in his shoulder. Trembling, he crawled over and knelt before Ling Yun with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly. "Grandpa... our ancestor! Just who are you, gods descended from heaven...?"

Ling Yun ignored him, bent down to pick up the piece of Deep Sea Sinking Silver Mother Ore, weighed it in his hand, and casually tossed it to Ning Rongrong to keep.

He kicked Xiong Biao, who was kneeling in front of him, and sat back down in his chair with an air of superiority.

"Baldy, stand up and answer."

"Where in this Rotten Bone Town can you find the most lawless areas? And where are the most resilient people?"

Xiong Biao swallowed hard, his saliva stained with blood. He cautiously raised his head, pointed westward, and his voice trembled.

"Replying to your question, sir... if you follow this road westward for a hundred li, there is a Black City. Once you enter that place, you can never come out; it is filled with the most ferocious evil spirits in the entire continent."

"That place, people in the underworld call it... the Slaughter City."

Upon hearing these four words, the fire in Ling Yun's deep blue eyes flickered.

He stood up and stomped out the embers on the ground.

"Fatty, Boss Dai, clean up the pots and pans."

Ling Yun twisted his neck, the bones cracking, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth:

"After a good meal, we'll head into town to collect rent early tomorrow morning."