Li Tiezhu's once reasonably handsome face was now swollen like a pig's head.
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the devastating blow to his psyche.
He watched the junior brother fussing over their Junior Granduncle up ahead, his teeth itching with hatred.
"Wang... Big... Scallion!!!"
Of course he knew Wang Yan.
In fact, several years ago, Si Ming had specifically arranged a gathering in his capacity as their "elder," bringing together these two disciples of his big brother.
Li Tiezhu still remembered that day.
Si Ming had sat in the seat of honor, calling them "Martial Nephew Tiezhu" and "Martial Nephew Wang Yan" at every turn.
He could barely conceal his smug delight at being "younger than you, but higher in seniority."
It was that day that Li Tiezhu first heard about Wang Yan's "Scallion-Scented Dao" and "Stir-Fry Alchemy."
Li Tiezhu had felt as though lightning had struck him, towering waves surging through his heart.
Stir-Fry Alchemy?!
An idea this down-to-earth and ridiculous, coupled with Master's habit of rarely accepting disciples-this guy was fucking likely to be from back home!
Li Tiezhu had excitedly seized Wang Yan's hand on the spot and frantically tested him with coded phrases:
"Imperial jade liquor?!"
Wang Yan had looked utterly bewildered. "Eldest Senior Brother, this imperial jade... what sort of immortal vintage is it?"
Thinking the other man was being cautious and still playing dumb, Li Tiezhu had lowered his voice and unleashed his ultimate trump card:
"Odd changes, even stays?!"
Li Tiezhu would never forget Wang Yan's expression.
It had been a look of shock, confusion, and pity.
Because to Wang Yan, a native of this world, the words he had heard were... "Chicken changes, lotus root stays?"
Chicken? Changes into lotus root?
*How could a living chicken possibly turn into