Chapter 83: Belly Gone Bad

  "I also have a condition!"

  This sentence made the eyebrows of those who didn't raise their heads frown slightly, and a hint of anger rose in their hearts. Fang Yue'er's condition had already caused enough trouble, and now Kong Zhuo was coming up with another one - were these two people deliberately trying to make E Mei lose face today? However, there was no way out, things had come to this point, he could only grit his teeth and continue, "What conditions does Master Kong have?"

  "He——!" Kong Zhuo pointed at Zhu Zifan, "I accept his challenge, but it's not the current him!"

  "What does Kong Shizhong mean?!"

  "He got into a fight with that foolish woman today, although he didn't suffer much injury, but thinking about it, his true yuan was also depleted greatly, it's impossible for him to fully recover in just ten days or half a month. Even if I won against him, it would be somewhat unchivalrous! Kong Zuo's head slightly tilted upwards, with a shallow smile that exuded an air of natural confidence. "So, I want to make him eat a Xian Xing fruit in front of all of us. I think one Xian Xing fruit should be enough for him to recover his vitality, and avoid saying that I took advantage of him later!"

  "Good!" Before Nang Yang could react, Ling Jia's voice came over, "Nang Yang Shixiong, we Luo Fu have never taken advantage of others!"

  He didn't raise his head, but instead looked back at Ling Jia with a glance. The two men's eyes met in mid-air, and for a moment, it seemed as if an invisible thunderbolt had flashed between them. The atmosphere around them stagnated, and a cold wind swept by, causing everyone to shiver.

  "Alright, so be it!" Nangong Yuyi raised an eyebrow and flipped his hand over, and two immortal peaches appeared in the palm of his hand.

  The persimmon is golden yellow in color, shining with a bright light, and the size of a pigeon egg, it's really beautiful.

  "We Emei won't let others take advantage of us either!" As he spoke, he tossed one of the peaches to Zhu Zifan, letting him swallow it in front of everyone. The other peach was handed over to Kong Zhao, "Although these sacred peaches are mostly used for making elixirs, eating a whole one also has its benefits. You, Luo Fu, don't want to take advantage of others, do we Emei people want to? You eat it too!"

  This was somewhat beyond Kong Zhan's expectations, and he couldn't believe that he could get away with eating a free immortal peach, let alone having to eat it on the spot. If he had known this earlier, he would have let Zhu Zi Fan eat two instead.

  It's just an evil idea after all.

  He held the persimmon and looked up at Ling Jia, his eyes showing a questioning intent.

  Indeed, eating is about eating, but table manners cannot be too bad.

  "Since you're not treating me to a meal, don't be polite!" Ling Jia Shangren laughed and looked at Li Yuanhua, his eyes narrowing into a slit as he smiled, "Right, right, little rabbit, don't be polite! This thing is quite delicious!" As he spoke, he smacked his lips, seemingly savoring the flavor of the immortal apricot.

  "Well, I'd rather obey than be polite!" Kong Zhuo stopped declining and put the immortal apricot into his mouth.

  After all, it's a fairy product. The moment the fairy apricot enters the mouth, it dissolves into a refreshing liquid that flows into Kong Zhong's abdomen. For a while, his whole body feels comfortable and relaxed, just like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit, with all 36,000 pores on his body opening up.

  "Damn it!" Kong Zhan suddenly cursed, the effect of this immortal apricot was too good and too fast. After entering his body, it actually affected the innate purple energy inside Kong Zhan's body, cutting through all obstacles and rushing towards the eleventh layer of the innate purple energy.

  "What the f**k is wrong with you?!" At this critical moment, in front of all the cultivators under heaven, I'm actually going to break through, isn't this just bulls**t?!

  Kong Zhan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the innate purple energy and completely recalling the swelling true yuan back into his body. Under the counterattack of the true yuan, even with Kong Zhan's profound cultivation and the foundation of the Great Sun Crystal Golden Body Technique, his face suddenly turned pale.

  If it weren't for the hidden Yuan symbol protecting him, this one move would have allowed all masters of a higher level than him to see through his weakness.

  "Kong Zhuo, what's wrong?!" Ling Jia asked, noticing that Kong Zhuo was a bit off.

  Kong Zhan's face turned extremely ugly, and he even started to twist, covering his stomach with his hand. "Uh, Master, sorry, disciple... I think I ate something bad, gotta go to the bathroom, gotta go——!" Before Ling Jia Shangren could react, Kong Zhan's body transformed into a cloud of yellow smoke and drilled into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

  Boom!

  A sudden commotion!

  Did you eat something bad for your stomach? Did eating persimmon make your stomach bad?

  This is really too much!

  Some forthright and straightforward people couldn't help but burst out laughing at the same time Kong Zhuo disappeared, and this laughter seemed to be contagious. In an instant, the top of Long Tai was filled with laughter, as if they had seen a huge joke.

  Not even maintaining a decent face anymore, this is an insult, a thorough insult!

  "Ling Jia Shixiong, this matter——!"

  Ling Ga's face also turned sour, although he roughly understood what had happened to Kong Zhuo, but this was a matter of losing face in front of everyone that was not easy to resolve.

  "This little scoundrel is so daring and insolent, I will definitely punish him severely according to the rules of our sect when he returns, and give an explanation to Emei!"

  Just as Ling Ga Shangren was speechless, Li Yuanhua spoke up and made a polite remark, then smiled and looked at Ling Ga Shangren, seemingly waiting for his response.

  Bu Yang nodded lightly and said, "Severe punishment is not necessary, perhaps he really can't bear such great blessings, and it's also possible that he ate too much and got a stomachache!"

  As they spoke, he looked around the room and finally fixed his gaze on Fang Yue'er. "Miss Yue'er, does your earlier statement still stand? If Zi Fan defeats Kong Zuo, will you agree to marry him?"

  "Agreed!" Fang Yue'er nodded, suppressing the smile in her eyes. The light gauze on her face fluttered in the wind, making her ethereal quality even more striking. "As long as he can defeat that dead fatty, I'll marry him!"

  "Good!" Not raising his head, he nodded slightly, shifting his gaze away from her face, and once again unfolded his elegant, dignified, and perfectly mannered smile.

  "I declare that today's martial arts competition comes to an end. My junior apprentice is not skilled enough, and I willingly admit defeat. The winner of this match is Fang Yue'e, Miss Fang of the Qingling Sect!"

  As his voice faded away, most of the people in the arena suddenly realized that they were still at the Dragon's Spire Arena, where a thrilling match had just ended.

  At this moment, who cares about winning or losing anymore?

  Now, the eyes of the entire cultivation world are focused on a certain dead fat man, focusing on the trial that will arrive soon.