With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 918 - 635: Luxury, Enlightenment, Madness! (6k)_2

Chapter 918: Chapter 635: Luxury, Enlightenment, Madness! (6k)_2

We talk about a fortune of hundreds of millions, billions, even tens of billions!

Even feeling a pinch at eating such a meal...

"Grandmaster Yang, what is that colorful fish called?"

Meng Chuan wiped his mouth, raising his glass to Yang Zhaoxing as he asked.

Of the hundred dishes, the most nourishing was the fish that was served in front of him at the very beginning.

Yang Zhaoxing raised his glass with him, droplets of liquid splattering.

"A variant of the dragon whisker carp, the specific name, even this old man doesn’t know.

However, this fish is extremely rare. At Treasure Feast, the largest restaurant in Linzhou, they manage to procure no more than five a year.

Each time, the fish are auctioned to the highest bidder. This one is the first fish of the year, and I spent twenty-nine million to bid for it.

If you find it pleasant, dear nephew, I’ll bid for the remaining ones this year and send them to Meng Mansion, it’s a trivial matter."

A fish worth thirty million...

Meng Chuan was secretly surprised; this fish is so valuable, it could match several pills that accelerate Qi Blood cultivation.

But he still shook his head and declined:

"Being like a boar that can’t appreciate fine grain, no need."

In terms of cost-effectiveness, the Moistening Vein Spirit Pill is still more worthwhile.

It’s not that I can’t afford it, but it’s unnecessary.

This kind of spiritual fish is fine to try occasionally; eating it daily, going from extravagance to frugality, is difficult...

...

Host and guests were all delighted as the banquet concluded.

The Yang Family members all retreated, leaving only Yang Yuelian following behind Yang Zhaoxing and Meng Chuan through the back door of the banquet hall toward the garden promenade.

The path wound inward, with nine twists and eighteen turns.

In the dark night, Meng Chuan still saw as if it were daylight, nodding quietly. Built by the mountain, the Yang Family residence offered endless views of the early spring forest.

Even walking at a brisk pace, it took the three of them the time of a stick of incense to gradually arrive.

Yang Zhaoxing’s courtyard lay at the farthest end.

Entering through the door, it was like a Russian nesting doll of environments and scenery, where yet another large garden unfolded before their eyes.

Meng Chuan stepped into the courtyard, the stone path underfoot feeling exceptionally hard, unlike marble, the crisp sound more like jade or emerald.

"The coal boss truly has wealth!"

Sighing, Meng Chuan surveyed the distant lotus pond and the expansive green lawn.

He pondered whether to reconsider the matter of Elder Yang seeking a son-in-law...

"Huh?"

Coming back to himself, Meng Chuan saw a small black beast running from afar, its full-moon-like apricot-yellow eyes meeting his gaze.

In an instant, the small beast’s fur bristled, revealing fangs, its head still, backing away slowly with four paws clawing back into the undergrowth until Meng Chuan was out of sight, then it turned and scampered off.

Yang Zhaoxing laughed:

"Moonlight Leopard, a small beast crossbred between a cosmos beast and a terrestrial panther, in my old age, I just love keeping some of these rare and peculiar creatures."

Meng Chuan casually complimented:

"Elder Yang has refined tastes."

Walking to the edge of the pond, Yang Zhaoxing led Meng Chuan into the waterside pavilion.

Meng Chuan approached, leaning on the railing.

His gaze scanned the pool, admiring the lotus blooms that should not have appeared at the intersection of winter and spring.

"Linzhou Yang Family, truly lives up to its name."

After experiencing all this, Meng Chuan’s heart was left with just four words: immensely wealthy and powerful.

The jade seat was immaculate, and Meng Chuan sat to Elder Yang’s left, with Yang Yuelian opposite him.

The three sat down, and the Yang Family servant waiting on the side stepped forward with bowed head.

With a tea tray in hand, cups of glazed glass were distributed.

Another servant handed Meng Chuan a guest cup, delicate blue flower float patterns, gilt enamel painting sculpted.

He turned the cup around to examine it, though he didn’t recognize it, he could tell at a glance it was surely much more expensive than the Dragon and Phoenix cup he once gave to Principal Zong.

A servant brought up a golden-handled silver pot, pouring the prepared hot tea for the three.

Then they withdrew the pot, waiting a few sticks of incense time before stepping forward to refill the tea.

Meng Chuan sipped the hot tea, listening to Elder Yang sigh:

"This pond of Phoenix Tail Lotus, they wouldn’t bloom so early, but during the days Principal Sui became a saint, he supplemented them with sunlight, thus breaking the rule of four-season order.

Such is the mighty power of a Martial Saint..." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Meng Chuan nodded, his eyes seeming to gain insight.

This winter scene of the lotus pond, isn’t it a small corner influenced by the "Path" that Principal Sui has traveled upon?

The power of the sun, is it Principal Sui’s path?

Is Principal Sui like Elder Zhao, entering the Dao through martial arts?

Or integrating the Dao with martial arts?

To find one’s Dao and combine it with martial arts is such mighty power?

Then what truly is the Dao, and what is the nature of the relationship between it and martial arts?

Or rather, to what extent do martial arts need to be cultivated to be called the Dao?

Most crucially, Meng Chuan’s pupils shrank suddenly, feeling as though he had discovered an "earth-shattering secret"...

What he had seen, first Zhao Linyuan’s Sky Abyss Water Dao, and then Principal Sui’s Great Sun Dao.

Why...

Gradually, they seem to no longer relate to "martial arts"...

Meng Chuan’s brow furrowed harder than rain-laden lead clouds, as due to Grandmaster Yang’s remarks, he fell into deep contemplation.

On the other side, Yang Zhaoxing, initially intending to further cement the marriage proposal, wisely decided to remain silent.

Yang Zhaoxing noticed that he seemed to be on the verge of an epiphany, quietly waiting.

Though not knowing what he realized, he did not interrupt, turning his gaze to the lotus pond, his heart filled with boundless emotion.

"Just a casual remark from others, yet he comprehends tenfold, breaking through to the profound principles of martial arts.

Such comprehension is the hallmark of a true martial arts prodigy, how many in history can match..."

Meanwhile, opposite Meng Chuan, Yang Yuelian sipped her tea slowly, her head down.

Re-fasten her collar, her neck as jade-like as mutton fat glimmered with a luminous white glow under the moonlight.