After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person-Chapter 527 -

Chen Yu was completely uninterested in those things and soon he, along with Tong Ya and Tuan Tuan, found themselves on a snack street.

This place was much more interesting than other areas, not only offering the culinary delights of the secular world below the mountain but also Daoist-themed specialty foods.

One shop in particular was very intriguing; it seemed to be run by the Taoists from Sacred Mountain themselves. They made fried rice in various animal shapes and placed a large amount of secret sauce on the side.

Chen Yu sniffed curiously and became interested. He immediately took a seat in front of the stall. Discover more content at novelbuddy

"Boss, three servings for us!"

The cook was a middle-aged man dressed like a Daoist, only his robe was a bit strange, as it was black.

If it weren’t for the Daoist insignia on it, Chen Yu would have thought the boss was just masquerading as a Daoist.

"Alright! Choose any shape you like."

Tuan Tuan immediately clapped her hands and said, "I want the one shaped like a little bunny!"

The boss smiled amiably, readied the plate with rice, and poured some sauce next to it.

"You’re so cute, little friend. Uncle gave you the children’s sauce, with no spicy seasonings. If it doesn’t suit your taste, just tell uncle, and I’ll add more for you!"

Tuan Tuan politely thanked him and took the plate, eagerly taking a bite.

"Daddy, this sauce tastes so good, even better than the one you make!"

Chen Yu was taken aback for a moment. Tuan Tuan grew up eating the meals he cooked, and now, right in front of him, she was saying someone else’s cooking was better. This sparked an inexplicable competitive spirit within him.

The boss quickly made two more portions and served them.

Chen Yu hurriedly took a bite.

The moment the rice mixed with the sauce touched his mouth, Chen Yu was instantly stunned.

On the surface, it seemed to be just ordinary sauce mixed with rice, but when he tasted it, he realized it was like a delicacy from heaven.

Turning coarse rice into something so tenderly sweet was a significant challenge for many chefs.

Coarse rice isn’t like ordinary rice; it’s unhulled grain.

It requires more water for cooking, but too much water can make it overly mushy, losing its original flavor. Yet, if too little water is used, it’s hard.

Mastering the right amount takes at least a decade of experience cooking coarse rice, and even then, mistakes can often be made.

As for the sauce, the tiny dish of sauce contained at least a hundred ingredients, some of which even Chen Yu couldn’t identify.

"Boss, how exactly did you make this rice?"

Chen Yu was thoroughly impressed, instantly standing up and humbly asking for advice.

The boss just sheepishly scratched his head.

"To be honest, I didn’t make this rice. It’s the handiwork of our sect leader from Sacred Mountain! Every day, he cooks several pots of rice and some sauce on the mountain, and then has it sent down here for sale to subsidize the sect’s expenses."

Chen Yu was instantly taken aback. The esteemed sect leader of Sacred Mountain was actually making sauce and rice to help finance the sect!

This place was, after all, a sacred site for Daoists. Logically, other sects should be paying substantial fees here every year.

When Chen Yu was in charge of the Xuanqing Sect, he had seen the accounts; every year, they would allocate tens of millions to this place.

"You’re not fooling me, are you? Is Sacred Mountain really that short on money?"

The boss nodded, his face full of helplessness.

"That’s right! Although Sacred Mountain is a holy land for Daoists, many people no longer take it seriously. Nowadays, aside from Xuanqing Sect and a few others that pay their dues each year, most sects don’t even ask. Moreover, the sect leader uses the dues collected every year for disaster relief, often not sparing a single penny."

Chen Yu immediately felt a surge of respect.

"Compared to those who want to vie for the position of the patriarch of my family, the Head Master of Sacred Mountain is the real ’True Person’!"

Chen Yu, filled with reverence, finished the sauced rice bowl cleanly.

Just at that moment, a childish voice suddenly came from not far away.

The young Taoist, whom he had encountered earlier in the forest, came hurrying over with a steamer basket clutched in his arms.

"Brother Jing Shan, this is the last pot for today. Master said as soon as you sell it out, you should hurry back, he has urgent matters to discuss with you."

Jing Shan quickly picked up an apple and stuffed it into the young Taoist’s hands.

"Okay, put it down and hurry back. Master should not be left without someone to attend to him."

The youngster nodded his head, then turned and scurried up the mountain.

"You’re a disciple of the Great Master of Sacred Mountain?" Chen Yu asked, full of shock.

Jing Shan nodded: "I am the Head Master’s senior disciple, and the one just now was my junior brother, Jing Mu!"

Chen Yu stood there, stunned, as if turned to stone. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that the disciples of the Great Master of Sacred Mountain would be selling rice here.

Right at that moment, a large group of people suddenly arrived at the stall and rudely took their seats beside it.

"I’m starving to death, hurry up and serve the food!"

These folks were quite unreasonable, and they all carried weapons; even Chen Yu became infuriated upon seeing them.

Yet, Jing Shan remained remarkably calm, quickly serving out more than a dozen plates of food.

The group ate in a very uncouth manner, wolfing down the food ferociously, and each person consumed at least ten plates.

Chen Yu subconsciously unleashed his system, scanning these people’s brain information only to discover they weren’t there to attend the conference of Daoist practitioners but were a group of assassins.

Their aim seemed to be after the Heavenly Luminance Pearl on Sacred Mountain!

It was said to be a sacred object that could grant eternal life.

Chen Yu instantly furrowed his brow—should this group ascend the mountain, the Head Master of Sacred Mountain would be in danger.

After they had eaten their fill, the group callously threw their bowls and chopsticks aside and were about to leave.

Jing Shan swiftly stepped in front of the group, blocking their path.

"Excuse me, you have not paid yet!"

The leader of the group burst into laughter as if hearing a joke.

"Stupid Taoist, you have no idea who we are and you dare demand payment!"

Jing Shan was as calm as ever: "Who you are doesn’t concern me. It’s only right to pay for what you eat. If you don’t pay today, none of you will be leaving."

The faces of the group instantly darkened as they drew their weapons, ready to strike.

The leader of the group was even more aggressive, wielding a large saber that he fiercely slashed downward.

But to his surprise, just as the blade was brought down, Jing Shan caught it with his bare hands.

"I said, if you’ve eaten, you need to pay! Otherwise, you’re not going anywhere."

As the words fell, Jing Shan simply snapped the finely crafted steel saber in two.

The group was instantly struck dumb, standing motionless.

Chen Yu also rushed out and stood beside Jing Shan, his palms glowing at that moment with a dazzling blue-white light.

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