Chapter 390 - Chapter 157: The Church of All Beings is courting death, and Liang Sheng is manipulating the world like a chess game (Request for monthly tickets in 8k combined chapters )_2 (1/2)
Chapter 157: The Church of All Beings is courting death, and Liang Sheng is manipulating the world like a chess game (Request for monthly tickets in 8k combined chapters )_2
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Everyone here thinks they will be the next lucky one. They believe their failure to establish their Foundation is due to a lack of blessings.
To them, Nascent Soul Master Chen Quan’s presence is their greatest fortune. After all, the Giving Bodhisattva is willing to lend them a hand, and they understand people’s hearts even better, don’t they?
So as long as they have perseverance, they will eventually encounter their chance. They watch Chen Quan enter the wonton shop, and the jealousy in the eyes of the nearby vendors is evident.
Old Yang wipes his hands and immediately puts down his spatula, prepares the wontons, and greets Chen with a bow.
“True Monarch, what would you like to eat today?”
Liang Sheng ignores Old Yang’s deliberate flattery, and the strong smell of alcohol on him seems unfazed by it.
Old Yang’s reaction is normal, for who here doesn’t know “Chen Quan”? If they deliberately pretend not to know “Chen Quan,” that would be counterproductive.
Liang Sheng appears entirely lazy and casually says, “A few bowls of clear water wontons with some chopped green onions will do. It tasted great yesterday.”
Perhaps because of the abundant spiritual energy, the ingredients grown in the Lower City are incredibly delicious. It’s a pity that the cultivators here are always focused on cultivation and rarely enjoy the pleasure of food.
Liang Sheng, on the other hand, savors it to the fullest. As long as there is demand, someone will study it, and that’s the influence of a Nascent Soul Master in the Lower City.
Old Yang quickly serves the wontons, and Liang Sheng takes a sip of the broth, finding it incredibly delicious. The wontons’ silky dough is enjoyable, and the chewy meat of some unknown demonic beast is used inside.
Liang Sheng is eating with great enthusiasm. In the past thousand years, he has almost forgotten this kind of happiness, but now he is satisfied with it.
His appetite is insatiable, and he unceremoniously devours ten bowls of wontons before feeling content.
Of course, for a Nascent Soul Master, eating one hundred bowls wouldn’t make him full.
But it’s just the pleasure of food.
Happiness is all that matters.
Feeling satisfied, Liang Sheng casually tosses down a mid-grade spirit stone. The sudden sound of inhaling cold air fills the street, making the surrounding temperature drop a little.
Old Yang has such great luck.
Under this stimulation, the scent of delicious food on the street becomes even more intense, and almost everyone wishes “Chen Quan” would favor their shop.
However, Liang Sheng turns around and leaves without any lingering feelings. Others are naturally disappointed, but they aren’t too discouraged.