The saintess is pregnant, what does that have to do with me, a spoiled brat?

"Young Master Chen, the food is here!"

Qian Dafu carried a plate of steamed sea bass and walked into the private room on the second floor of Juxiange with a big smile on his face.

Chen Yunfei couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks, grab a large piece of fish, and stuff it into his mouth.

I chewed it twice.

Chen Yunfei's brows furrowed sharply.

"Why does it smell a bit sour? And has a musty smell?"

Qian Dafu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained, "Young Master Chen, this fish was just bought this morning, absolutely fresh! Perhaps it's the secret recipe itself that makes the flavor so unique; please savor the freshness!"

Chen Yunfei forced himself to endure the strange taste and chewed a few more times.

It does have a very strong umami flavor, but the musty smell is impossible to suppress.

"I can't worry about that now." Chen Yunfei slammed down his chopsticks, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "As long as we can win over all the customers of Zuixianlou, what does this strange taste matter! Immediately give the order: add this secret recipe to all the signature dishes today, and everything will be half price!"

"Yes! I'll take care of it right away!"

Half an hour later.

The main hall of Juxiange was packed.

The half-price gimmick, coupled with the "unparalleled deliciousness" promotion, attracted diners from all over the street.

"This taste...it's a bit strange," a wealthy businessman frowned, looking at the braised pork in front of him.

"Who cares, it's cheap! And the flavor is undeniably delicious." His companion shoveled rice into his mouth.

Just then.

"Ouch……"

The wealthy businessman suddenly clutched his stomach, his face turning deathly pale.

"Gurgle..."

A muffled rumble of thunder came from his stomach.

"puff--!"

A series of earth-shattering farts suddenly exploded.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable stench filled the entire lobby.

"Holy crap! You pooped in your pants?!" His companion pinched his nose and jumped away.

Before he finished speaking, his companion also suddenly bent over and clutched his stomach tightly.

"I can't take it anymore... the outhouse! Where's the outhouse?!"

It seemed to be some kind of signal.

The entire lobby erupted in chaos.

"Ouch, my stomach!"

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way! I can't hold it in anymore!"

"Pfft—"

Someone defecated directly in the center of the lobby, splattering yellow and white substances all over the floor.

The stench was overwhelming.

The waiters were terrified. Before they could even react, they clutched their stomachs and collapsed to the ground, rolling around in agony.

Private room on the second floor.

Chen Yunfei was holding a teacup, listening to the commotion downstairs, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

"Listen to how booming this business is. What makes that good-for-nothing Xu Nuo think he can compete with me?"

Qian Dafu frantically flattered him, saying, "Young Master Chen is brilliant! After today, Zuixianlou will have to close down!"

Chen Yunfei burst into laughter.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped.

A sharp, cramping pain shot through my abdomen, as if hundreds of knives were churning wildly inside my intestines.

"Gurgle..."

Chen Yunfei's face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Young Master Chen, what's wrong?" Qian Dafu quickly stepped forward to help him up.

"Get out of here!"

Chen Yunfei shoved Qian Dafu aside, squeezed his legs together, and stumbled as he ran outside.

I just ran to the stairwell.

"Pfft—"

A muffled thud.

Chen Yunfei froze, then closed his eyes in despair.

A yellowish-brown liquid dripped down the trouser leg onto the wooden floor.

Qian Dafu's eyes widened, his stomach churned violently, and then his own stomach began to rumble in protest.

Zuixianlou, the private room with the highest rank.

Li Wanning stood by the window, staring in disbelief at the horrific scene opposite.

The entrance to Juxiange was packed with people.

Countless diners, pulling up their pants, rushed out, crying and shouting.

Some of them were too slow, so they just squatted down under the big trees on the side of the street and started spraying.

The entire street was filled with a suffocating stench.

Several guards rushed out on a stretcher carrying a man covered in filth. The man's eyes were rolled back, and he was exhausted from diarrhea.

It was Chen Yunfei.

Li Wanning swallowed hard, stiffly turned his head, and looked at Xu Nuo, who was sitting leisurely in a grand chair drinking tea.

"What...what did you feed them?"

Xu Nuo waved his folding fan, smiling innocently.

"Just a little something to help with bowel movements. Young Master Chen eats too much rich food these days, so I'm just helping him cleanse his system. You're welcome."

Li Wanning shivered.

That person is so insidious!

Moldy shiitake mushroom residue mixed with a sufficient amount of croton powder is practically a biological weapon!

"The collaboration is settled then." Li Wanning grabbed the porcelain vase on the table and scurried out as if avoiding a plague. "I'm going back to raise money to build the workshop. Wait for my news!"

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

Xu Nuo watched her retreating figure and chuckled softly.

"Lin Hu, prepare the car, let's go back to the manor."

The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

As soon as Xu Nuo stepped through the gate, the butler hurriedly came to greet her.

"Your Highness, the people from the Primordial Holy Land have arrived! They are waiting in the front hall."

Xu Nuo raised an eyebrow: "Did you bring any money?"

"I brought several large mahogany boxes."

"Let's go collect the debts."

lobby.

A middle-aged woman dressed in a gray Taoist robe sat upright in the guest seat, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

Jingyue, an inner elder of the Primordial Holy Land.

A peak fifth-rank martial artist.

Shen Qingyi stood to the side, head down, without saying a word.

Xu Nuo swaggered in and sat down in the main seat without even saying hello.

"Elder Jingyue, is that right? Did you bring the money?"

boom!

Elder Jingyue slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, instantly turning the coffee table beside her into dust.

The oppressive aura of a peak fifth-rank expert erupted suddenly, directly threatening Xu Nuo.

"You dare insult the Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Land? If you don't give us an explanation today, the Primordial Holy Land will never let this go!"

Xu Nuo didn't even lift his eyelids, picked up his teacup and blew away the foam.

The jade pendant on his chest was slightly warm, and the oppressive aura that descended upon him was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, not even lifting a corner of his clothes.

"Lin Hu," Xu Nuo said calmly.

"exist!"

"Go to the dungeon and cut off that so-called Holy Son's left hand as an explanation to Elder Jingyue."

"Yes!" Lin Hu drew his sword and turned to leave.

Elder Jingyue's expression changed drastically.

"stop!"

She stared intently at Xu Nuo, her chest heaving violently.

This spoiled brat doesn't play by the rules at all!

"Young Master Xu, leave yourself some leeway in everything you do, so you can meet again in the future." Elder Jingyue gritted her teeth, almost squeezing out these words.

"What's the point of us meeting?" Xu Nuo put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Money for you. Enough talk."

Elder Jingyue took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the killing intent in her heart.

"Bring the stuff up!"

Several disciples in white robes carried three large red wooden boxes into the front hall.

Open the lid of the box.

A box of gold bars, gleaming brightly.

A box of medicinal herbs, their aroma filling the air.

Another box contained various elixirs and martial arts manuals.

Xu Nuo walked over and casually flipped through the pages.

The jade pendant on his chest grew hotter and hotter, and the Primordial Dragon Soul let out an excited low roar in his mind.

The primordial power contained in these spiritual herbs and pills is enough to illuminate the third dragon pattern.

"That's all?" Xu Nuo frowned, his face full of disdain. "The dignified Primordial Holy Son is only worth this much junk?"

Elder Jingyue was so angry that she trembled all over.

"This is already 100,000 taels of gold, plus three hundred-year-old spiritual herbs and ten bottles of top-grade pills! What more do you want!"

"It'll cost more." Xu Nuo held up two fingers. "Add another two hundred thousand taels of gold, or there's no point in discussing it."

"You're dreaming!" Elder Jingyue roared.

Xu Nuo nodded: "Lin Hu, go chop off your right hand."