I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 435 - 280: Like Divine Punishment_2

Chapter 435: Chapter 280: Like Divine Punishment_2

—Clearly.

—This guy was both cook and owner.

—He approached Chen Yun.

—First sizing him up, then smiling, he said, "You’re looking for me? I’m the owner here, how can I assist you?"

—Chen Yun nodded.

—Without much small talk, he went straight to the point: "I’ve heard that your establishment offers some special dishes; I’d like to try them."

—Chen Yun’s approach was straightforward.

—A flicker of light, hard to detect, passed through the owner’s eyes, then he regained his composure and whispered, "We do have some special dishes, but they’re not available all the time. What exactly would you like to try?"

—Exotic meals like these.

—Not just anybody can have them.

—It’s not a question of eligibility, but such business dealings in the Grey Zone must be discreet and come with higher barriers to entry.

—Chen Yun was well aware of the ins and outs.

—So as soon as the owner finished speaking, he took a black plastic bag from his carry-on and stuffed it into the owner’s hand.

—At the same time, he skillfully used his Emotion Stimulation ability to quickly gain the owner’s trust.

—This left the owner, who had become wary, momentarily stupefied.

—Then, realizing through touch that the plastic bag contained a bundle of bills, he was at a loss.

—This... direct?

—A genuine big spender has arrived?

—Or could it be the authorities fishing for a catch?

—At that moment, the owner’s expression shifted slightly, but with the influence of Chen Yun’s ability, he quickly regained his composure, his gaze softening towards Chen Yun.

—He whispered, "We should talk about this matter upstairs... too many ears down here."

—Chen Yun nodded.

—He followed the owner upstairs to a private room on the second floor.

—It was markedly quieter than below, and the room was more intricately furnished.

—Around a circular table were several cushioned chairs, and a landscape painting hung on the wall, creating a private and refined atmosphere.

—Chen Yun pushed the window open.

—Looking at the drizzle outside, he couldn’t help but feel content.

—Behind him, the owner was about to make further inquiries,

—when he was pre-emptively interrupted by Chen Yun, who without turning his head, tossed another bundle of bills.

—The owner caught it instinctively.

—As he pondered over the money in his hands, he hissed.

—Never in his life had he been so bluntly bombarded with cash; it was an indescribable feeling.

—All he could think was: "He’s given too much!"

—"Prepare a few dishes related to snake meat."

—Chen Yun glanced briefly at the owner, then turned his attention back to the rain outside the window.

—No further explanation was necessary.

—Under the dual influence of the money and the emotional ability, the owner forgot all the precautions he normally took when selling exotic food.

—He scurried downstairs to prepare.

—Before long,

—several dishes served in exquisite dinnerware were brought up.

—Chen Yun’s gaze passed over the stir-fried and deep-fried dishes, and he studied a particularly unusual dish intently.

—The base of the dish was a soup made from carefully simmered snake bones and meat.

—The soup was a deep amber color, shimmering with a slight sheen of oil on its surface and exuding a mouthwatering aroma.

—Snake meat in the soup, having been simmered for a long time, was now extremely tender.

—The meat had a golden hue and the edges were slightly charred.

—Pita bread, cut into thumb-sized pieces, floated in the soup, having absorbed the essence of the snake meat broth, becoming soft and chewy yet retaining a bit of bite.

—This dish rendered Chen Yun silent.

—This was clearly a unique take on traditional Shanxi snack lamb with pita bread, extended to snake meat. It combined the gamey taste of snake meat with the richness of the bread, creating a unique flavor experience.

—For lack of a better term...

—Snake meat with pita bread?

—Although it sounded a bit odd, Chen Yun tried it with anticipation.

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—Meanwhile,

—Qing Yuan, his heart filled with trepidation, arrived at the food street.

—He held an umbrella in one hand,

—while his other hand tightly gripped a bamboo flying sword.

—His mood at the moment was not much different from the gloomy weather.

—Deciding to search for that person was one thing,

—but upon arriving on the food street he had visited previously, his legs started shaking uncontrollably.

—What would happen if he recklessly encountered the supernatural?

—He didn’t know.

—All he knew was that at this moment, there was a slight inclination to retreat.

—In numerous works of fantasy,

—the world of the supernatural is often lawless and chaotic.

—To be precise,

—it follows more primal rules and orders.

—In the supernatural world, might typically makes right.

—For someone as oblivious as he,

—he could easily be pushed aside or even devoured without a second thought.

—In most imagined scenarios, things wouldn’t end well for him.

—But as a little Taoist who had always been curious about where the law laid, another part of his mind was trying hard to comfort and urge him to keep going.

—Don’t be afraid!

—With the light rain right now, most likely when he reached the same spot as before, he would just see an empty stall.

—Even if he comforted himself like this,

—he still felt anxious about the unknown future.

—Struggling with each step full of hesitation, he reached the place where he had encountered that person.

—And he finally felt his tension dissolve.

—No one! As expected, there was no one!

—The sky looked like a lightly inked brush painting, with fine strands of rain drifting down like silver threads.

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