Golden Premium Fried Rice

"Have you found anything?"

Mao Nianzu spoke to two new servants from Wandering Fang inside a pavilion belonging to the Misty Flowery Palace.

"Yes. He is the descendant of the Regnant Bear Family. His name is Xiong Angju." One servant replied while kneeling.

"Good."

Two days had passed after Mao Nianzu visited Luo Xiulan's peak and the Wandering Fang sect. However, boredom struck him fast.

It's wrong! It's just empty!

Without working like he usually does, Mao Nianzu felt a void when he had too much time on hands.

Tried to cultivate, but shit luck defied the effort.

Despite having a minor breakthrough with the help of herbs and pills inside his spatial ring, from the early phase to the intermediate phase of Qi Gathering, his meridian was almost burst out, and now he had an internal injury. Ducking hell!

If Mao Nianzu insisted on cultivating now, fate assured him dead. His spiritual vein was not good at absorbing and transporting spiritual qi, like an old pipe that hadn't been cared for ages.

Thus, he wanted to try the deep voice's method: reclaiming people's cultivation. The best victim was that brat in the open pavilion.

'Hmm, I also feel like I'm inadequate as a high-profile person. I'm too benevolent. Have I shed any blood as usual cultivators do?'

Mao Nianzu let himself sink into thoughts while the two servants patiently kneeled.

'I have no choice. I don't know how to steal people's cultivation, but for another matter, shouldn't I have a beauty next to me? Like a clever, powerful, but obedient beauty. Why do I have these two geezers?'

These two days, Mao Nianzu assigned the two servants with no hesitation on anything. Mostly gathered information about him and the people around him. Tang Chen and Su Shun's battle, prominent figures, and many more.; he had heard them.

'And I'm not sure how I ended up creating a clash in this place. Well, it's not my problem. And for beauty, I can take her.'

Luo Xiulan appeared in Mao Nianzu's mind. "I'll go to the successor peak."

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At a public martial arts area.

"Young Master." Luo Xiulan had an unsettled mood. She hastily looked to the right and left, pensive.

"What are you doing here? I was about to visit you." Mao Nianzu smiled lightly.

"Eh? No, no, no. No way." Luo Xiulan hastily waved her hand. "Young Master surely knows how to talk."

However, Young Master stood there with a plain look.

"You," Mao Nianzu called one female servant who tagged along from the palace. He would point at Luo Xiulan. "Tell Sect Master Su that she's going with me."

Looking back at Luo Xiulan, Mao Nianzu said, "Follow me."

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At the palace.

Mao Nianzu stood in front of a gateway. The world was vast; thus, people needed a gateway with space and time law to reach their destination fast. Otherwise, it would take people years to reach a far distance.

It cost a certain amount of spirit stone based on the cultivation and distance. Spirit stone contained heaven and earth energy that functioned as a currency and a cultivation resource.

However, the Misty Flowery Palace granted accessible gateway usage for Mao Nianzu.

Next to him was Luo Xiulan. After receiving a brief explanation, she understood that Young Master was worried about the Regnant Bear descendant that caused a scene during her discussion session.

"Because there's no direct route to the Regnant Bear Family, Young Master will arrive at the nearest checkpoint," explained an array master.

Mao Nianzu gave a slight nod.

After that, the array masters put several stacks of sparkling bluish stones in different holes that stemmed onto the wall.

Buzz!

The wall lit up. As the light connected one another, the wall transformed into a blinding whirlpool light, then gradually died down, showing a blurry view.

"The gateway is ready. Have a safe trip."

As the array masters bowed down, Mao Nianzu stepped in, followed by Luo Xiulan behind.

As soon as he entered the gateway, the air was slightly heavy and scarce, as though the air in his lungs was sucked out.

Mao Nianzu suddenly lost his footing, followed by a sinking-stomach feeling. The view spun abruptly, but a group of blurry figures appeared not long after.

"State your origin!" After Mao Nianzu had safely arrived, an array master spoke out.

Luo Xiulan took out a purple metallic plaque. "The Misty Flowery Palace."

"Very well. You have arrived at the area under Cloud Creek Sect. I warn you that this is not the Eastern Sea. This is Martial Alliance!" The array master placed the plaque on parchment and returned it.

After that, Mao Nianzu and Luo Xiulan walked away.

"Martial Alliance..." Mao Nianzu murmured.

According to the fundamental cultivation, Martial Alliance was an alliance formed by many wise sages in the past. It stemmed from the unification of cultivators who fought against an invasion from another world.

As of now, Martial Alliance was the center of trend in many aspects of life.

If Rocky Mountain is the sacred land that many comes only to talk about Dao peacefully, Martial Alliance is the driving force for the cultivators' future. The war, making names, or leaving a mark in history; Martial Alliance has deeply involved in this.

Thus, in the south, all southern inhabitants were under Martial Alliance. Although they belonged to different families and sects, their sole leader was Huang Yue, and his word was absolute.

Luo Xiulan had just given prior notice to Regnant Bear Family, and their representative would fetch them later.

While waiting for the representative, Mao Nianzu decided to look around. Inside his spatial ring was an unimaginable wealth. He wasn't accustomed to this tremendous amount of money, so he was reluctant to spend it.

In the past, coppers were his salary. Silver was more expensive than copper, while gold was the most expensive. But inside his spatial ring, there was at least a million spirit stones!

One gold coin could cover a mortal family's expense for one or two months. But one spirit stone was equal to a thousand gold coins. As for one million spirit stones... A crazy rich!

They arrived at an old and infamous restaurant suggested by Luo Xiulan named Golden City Pavilion, situated atop a hill near the gateway. An excellent place to drop by while waiting for one's queue to enter the gateway.

The Golden City Pavilion had three floors, with each representing one's status. A higher floor means higher status.

Mao Nianzu stayed on the second floor. He could enter the third floor but played safe because his actual capability was null. However, when they entered the second floor, many eyes were on his seat, staring curiously while gossiping amongst themselves.

"Young Master, what would you like to order?" asked Luo Xiulan. Ignoring the stares, she sat face to face while looking at the menu carved on the wooden wall.

"The signature dishes."

"Understood." Luo Xiulan called the waiter, explained a few things, and returned.

At this moment, a fragrance struck Mao Nianzu's smelling sense. He turned his back and saw a set of food on an iron tray carried by a boy. "Get me that."

Luo Xiulan traced the finger and found a lone youth sitting, staring at fried rice mixed with several ingredients such as green onions, meat, carrots, and so on. "That must be their new product. Rumor said that that is the Golden Wok Chef's last recipe."

The Golden Wok Chef is a lifetime title bestowed to the head chef of this restaurant. There is only one Golden Wok Chef every generation, and this person would be a legend.

However, not all of them released a recipe because any recipe must meet the standard. All employees must vouch for it. So, if there's one disagreement, even a level of Golden Wok Chef's recipe would be rejected.

"I apologize for the inconvenience. However, the Golden Premium Fried Rice is out of stock. That young man is the last customer." One waiter bowed apologetically and then pointed at the lone youth.

'The fried rice looks mesmerizing. The diamond-like grains of rice, the well-mixed pieces of vegetables, and the tantalizing aroma has caught my attention. Since I have money, I can't leave without tasting one!'

With this thought, Mao Nianzu stood up and approached the youth. "Hey, I will buy this. How much?"

The youth glanced at him in silence, then reached the wooden spoon. When he was about to scoop the fried rice, Mao Nianzu gripped his hand. "A hundred spirit stones for this. Now, scram!"

The youth pulled his hand forcefully and then grabbed the plate.

"I've given you double the price, yet you can't give in? Five hundred spirit stones." Mao Nianzu coldly said.

Other visitors gasped in shock as they heard it and dropped anything they held. Some immediately spoke out their offers.

"Five hundred spirit stones! Young master, you can have mine!"

"I haven't touched my food yet. I'm willing to give it to Young Master!"

"Which wealthy master does he belong to? Spending five hundred stones for a portion of food..."

Mao Nianzu heard this, but his eyes locked onto the youth. He dropped five hundred spirit stones on the floor with an indifferent look as if it was common pebbles.

"It's real!"

Greed flashed in the visitors' eyes. They smacked their lips and began to offer more.

"I'm not selling!" However, as the youth's words rang, people froze, and they couldn't help but curse his stupidity.

"Brat, don't push your luck too much. Five hundred spirit stones can give you ten portions of it. Just agree and buy it tomorrow!" One man quickly reminded him with visible greed.