Free Web NovelChapter 2454: Chapter 2452: Fame Shakes Fengdu
At this moment, the desires in people’s hearts are suppressed to the lowest by the Meng Po Soup, as if their divine souls are being baptized by holy water, making them feel comfortable and relaxed.
Under the effect of the Meng Po Soup, people are captured by this comfort, opening up their Divine Sea and actively allowing the Meng Po Soup to invade their souls.
Long Fei, having achieved minor success in Buddhist Law, already has a heart as firm as a rock.
This mental attack method no longer affects him.
However, when he drinks it, it is still quite refreshing.
He drinks bowl after bowl, quickly filling the table with empty bowls.
The shopkeeper gapes, incredulous alongside a group of onlookers, his face turning red up to his neck.
In their Meng Po Building, there are usually quite a few who overestimate themselves, wanting to test the power of the Meng Po Soup.
But as far as he knows, the record holder, who was a monk, only drank eighteen bowls.
After drinking, he felt dizzy and went up the mountain, even killing a fierce tiger.
Now this person has drunk twenty-eight bowls, without any issues, truly astonishing.
Asu drank one bowl, only looking slightly flushed, unlike Nie Xiaoqian who had fainted at the table.
The remaining twenty-eight bowls were all drunk by Long Fei.
He also felt a little tipsy, with the energy of the tea layering upon itself; each additional bowl was equivalent to ten times the strength.
Two bowls equaled a hundred times, and it kept multiplying.
By the twenty-eighth bowl, his Divine Sea was completely shrouded by this aura, like a layer of yellow clouds enveloping his Primordial Spirit.
"A perfect tool for heart refining!"
He exclaimed with satisfaction, asking the shopkeeper for two more bowls to make a round number.
The shopkeeper kindly advised, "Sir, it’s not that we won’t sell you more, it’s just that drinking too much can really harm your cultivation!"
Long Fei shook his head and laughed, "You don’t understand the magical uses of this soup, go fetch it quickly!"
The shopkeeper noted his clear speech, not appearing drunk, and waved for the waiter to bring more.
The surrounding crowd cried out in surprise, "Divine being!"
"Isn’t this too amazing?"
"Could this person be a divine being descended to the mortal world?"
"He will definitely make a name for himself in the Capital City today!"
"..."
Here, drinking Meng Po Soup is also a skill, a credential for boasting to others.
The more one drinks, the more others admire them, indirectly proving their cultivation level.
Long Fei endured the dizziness in his Divine Sea and drank the last two bowls.
He did not expel the energy, instead he closed his eyes for meditation, using the baptism of this energy to sit in contemplation.
His body automatically emitted strands of golden light.
This is the method of heart cultivation in the Buddhist Sect, full of a peaceful aura, making one feel like a spring breeze in its presence.
Whether from the Yang Realm or the Netherworld, all can accept this Buddhist light.
Timid individuals stood up in shock, leaving the tea house to avoid the light, fearing being harmed by Long Fei.
Informed people clicked their tongues, "Could this person be a Buddhist disciple?"
Asu was not surprised, having seen Long Fei’s Buddhist incarnation and knowing his capabilities.
In her eyes, Buddhist light had always been like a fierce flame, capable of burning one’s divine soul.
Especially for those from the Underworld, it had a restraining effect.
Back then, the Asura Clan’s Emperor Shi Tian clan was transformed by this Buddhist light, turning into the Eight Heavenly Dragons of the Western World.
But the Buddhist light emanating from Long Fei did not carry a hint of killing intent.
Being within this light was exceptionally comfortable.
The Buddhist light spread, flowing out of the tea house to rapidly expand outside.
The sound of bells, gongs, and chanting continuously resonated, as if ten thousand Buddhas had descended, immediately covering the entire Fengdu City.
Nearly a hundred million people in Fengdu City all looked up at the sky, amazed at the scene before their eyes.
The Royal Palace was on high alert, with all the top experts sending out their consciousness to investigate, uncertain about which family’s expert was manifesting there.
Soon a voice came, "Which fellow cultivator has arrived at Fengdu City?"
Long Fei was immersed in this mysterious feeling, catching a glimpse of heavenly secrets, yet still separated by a layer of haze.
He did not respond, continuing to meditate with closed eyes.
Figures appeared from all directions, stopping outside the Meng Po Tea House.
They followed the aura, knowing that the person emitting the Buddhist light was inside.
Among them, there were young and old, all of extraordinary strength.
"Which fellow cultivator dares to show off in our Fengdu City?"
A young man shouted, grasping his sword tightly, looking displeased.
Earlier, someone had asked a question, but the person inside hadn’t replied, which to them, seemed like a provocation.
They remained outside without entering, entirely out of respect for the Meng Po Building.
No matter the magnitude of the situation, they wouldn’t dare cause trouble inside.
This was because the Meng Po Building was under the protection of Yama’s Palace.
Offending the Meng Po Building meant offending Yama’s Palace.
The shopkeeper from the Meng Po Building came out to mediate, "Gentlemen, the esteemed one inside is in deep meditation, not intentionally ignoring everyone. Please value harmony and avoid conflict!"
A young man snorted, "How arrogant! Manifesting skills in Fengdu City, does he really think there are no Daoists among us?"
"Buddhist brat, come out and face your death immediately!"
A young man shouted aggressively, seemingly not in favor of the Buddhist Sect.
Asu was about to go out to help Long Fei withstand the situation, but was held back by a hand after standing up.
The Buddhist light disappeared, and Long Fei stood up, somewhat regretful, "Still missing a bit."
"Blame these people for the disturbance!"
Asu muttered.
"Let’s go see what’s happening!"
Long Fei stepped out with her, leaving Nie Xiaoqian to sleep inside.
As they rose, the people inside started to back away outside.
The people outside gripped their longswords tighter, slightly surprised upon seeing Long Fei and Asu come out.
They had expected a monk inside, but who knew it would be a cultivator in disguise.
A young cultivator shouted, "Which family’s cultivator are you? Why come to our Fengdu City to show off? Do you think our Daoist Sect has no one?"
Long Fei clasped his hands towards everyone, "Apologies everyone, earlier I drank some Meng Po Soup inside and gained some insights, which led to the manifestation of some techniques. If there was any offense, please forgive me."
Seeing his politeness, everyone’s anger subsided by three parts.
However, a young man was not buying it, snorting coldly, "Showing off and then pretending to be polite, gaining fame without wanting to offend anyone, do you think we’re fools?"
Long Fei said, "Then what does this Daoist friend suggest? How about I invite everyone for some Meng Po Soup as an apology?"
The young cultivator responded coldly, "Less nonsense, since you dare to show off here, you must accept our challenge."
Other cultivators chimed in agreement, "Yes, if you have the courage, step up and compare, let’s see what you’re worth."
"Showing off in our Fengdu City, you should be prepared for this."
Some cultivators incited, standing behind to watch the commotion.
A cultivator shouted, "Young Master Ning, make sure to teach him a lesson!"
Asu heard this and curiously asked the young cultivator, "Are you from the Ning Family?"
The young cultivator raised his head proudly, "What, scared? Young master never changes his name nor alters his surname, I am the Eldest Young Master Ning, Ning Zhen!"
