Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1689: Chapter 1685: Mooching Freeloader, Streetwise Trickster (Part 2)

The old Taoist immediately sat down on a chair, then solemnly said with a dignified expression, "Master Xie’s Kung Pao Chicken is exceptional, just make that! Remember, I want it cooked with cashews, not peanuts!"

"Bah, cooked with cashews! Eat it if you like, otherwise, scram. Don’t talk so much!" Auntie Pang put her hands on her hips and scolded.

"Uh... peanuts will actually do!" The old Taoist’s voice softened immediately.

"Hmph!" Auntie Pang snorted, turned around, and left.

Old Xie’s face once again displayed that peculiar smile, then he slowly turned around and headed back to the kitchen.

Watching Old Xie’s retreating figure, a flash of brilliance appeared in the old Taoist’s eyes, then he sighed softly.

After a lively sound of cooking, Auntie Pang brought a few dishes to the table, "Eat up!"

"Uh... is there any wine?"

Auntie Pang glared at him, but seeing the ingratiating smile on the old Taoist’s face, she reluctantly stomped her foot, "You’ve got to be kidding me!"

She then took out a half-bottle of wine from behind the counter and heavily placed it on the table.

"Drink it, it was left by other customers!"

The old Taoist beamed, eagerly poured a glass, took a sip, then picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and tossed it into his mouth.

After some chewing, he gave a thumbs-up.

"I must say, Master Xie’s skills are really growing!"

"Alright, eat quickly, even that can’t shut you up!" Auntie Pang retorted ungraciously.

In fact, until now, she didn’t know where this old Taoist came from. It seemed to be about a year ago, he suddenly appeared near Old Xie’s Restaurant.

When Auntie Pang first saw him, he was in this very appearance, claiming he hadn’t eaten in three days.

Out of kindness, Auntie Pang made him some food, and the old Taoist ate voraciously, nearly choking to death.

Since then, the old Taoist got used to freeloading and would come to the restaurant for food every now and then.

Du Fan, the leader of Beijiang’s underground forces, upon learning of this, asked Auntie Pang multiple times if she wanted to teach this pesky old Taoist a lesson.

But Auntie Pang refused every time.

Her thoughts were simple, being so old and still wandering around, making a living by fortune-telling wasn’t easy. It’s just some free food, no big deal, so let him be!

And just like that, a year had passed, and here he was again today!

The old Taoist wasn’t offended by Auntie Pang’s sarcasm; he just chuckled, "I won’t freeload for nothing. I’ll give you three free divinations in return!"

"Enough, I don’t believe in that nonsense. Save it for someone else,"

The old Taoist shook his head, "You don’t understand!"

"Fine, I don’t understand! You understand! Are you some divine strategist like Zhuge Liang who knows the past and future?" Auntie Pang muttered as she turned and left.

The old Taoist gave a faint smile, murmuring softly, "Across the multiverse, those seeking my divinations are as numerous as the fish crossing the river. Even those peerless powerhouses offer me the highest gifts, yet I disregard them. Now I offer you three divinations, more than repaying your meals for the year!"

As he spoke, the old Taoist’s eyes were clear, imbued with divine light, lacking any trace of a greasy conman.

Of course, this scene was fleeting, unseen by Auntie Pang, and the old Taoist continued eating heartily.

Just then, a barely perceptible fluctuation stirred in nature’s spiritual energy.

The old Taoist, who had just taken a sip of wine, suddenly shuddered, and his eyes gleamed brightly.

It’s him!

He’s back!

It wasn’t in vain for me to spend a hundred years of cultivation deriving the Zhou Tian divination, he’s indeed fine!

The old Taoist was suddenly a bit emotional, intending to get up but quickly sat back down, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"As expected of the former top of the multiverse, able to suppress all other powerhouses! I have suppressed my cultivation level and concealed my aura this much, yet he sensed my presence the moment he returned!"

Having said this, the old Taoist sat upright, lowering his eyebrows, quietly waiting for someone to arrive.

As night gradually deepened, the once noisy city also started to quiet down.

At that moment, the door of Old Xie’s Restaurant was suddenly pushed open, and a man, dressed in a sharp suit with shiny, neatly combed hair, stepped inside.

He was followed by several burly men, their faces full of ferocity.

This combination almost had the words "I’m so awesome" written on their foreheads.

But as soon as Auntie Pang, hearing the door open, came out from the back kitchen, the man, who looked like trouble, immediately plastered a smile on his face, bowed respectfully, and said.

"Auntie Pang!"

With his bow, the burly men behind him hurriedly bent and greeted in unison, "Auntie Pang!"

Their loud voices shook dust from the ceiling.

Auntie Pang acted as if it were nothing, indifferently saying, "I wondered who it was, turns out it’s little Du! What brings you here?"

That’s right!

The visitor was none other than Du Fan, the undisputed boss of the Beijiang underground forces, whose stomp would cause half the city to tremble.

Yet this esteemed leader, in others’ eyes, was now treating Auntie Pang with utmost respect.

"It’s just been a while since I last came, so I thought I’d drop by today. Is everything safe at the restaurant lately?"

Auntie Pang nodded slightly, "It’s okay!"

"If anything comes up, just let me know. I’ll do my best to help!" Du Fan smiled.

"We run an honest business, nothing much happens here!" Auntie Pang replied with a slight edge in her voice.

"Yes, yes!" Du Fan nodded repeatedly.

Seeing the city’s bigwig assuming such a humble posture in front of her, and frequently dropping by, Auntie Pang felt somewhat moved, and her tone softened.

"Little Du, have you had dinner yet? How about letting your Uncle Xie fry you up a couple of dishes?"

"Ah, wouldn’t that be too much trouble?"

"What trouble? It won’t take long!"

"If that’s the case, thank you very much!" Du Fan expressed his gratitude again and again.

Truth be told, Du Fan had eaten before coming, but since Auntie Pang had invited him, he was afraid to refuse and offend her, so he quickly accepted and instructed his men, "You guys stand guard outside!"

"Yes!"

The burly men walked out of the restaurant.

Auntie Pang smiled and returned to the kitchen.

Du Fan lit a cigarette, his sharp gaze scanning the hall, and then he paused.

Because he saw the old Taoist sitting quietly in the corner.

He had a vivid memory of this guy who frequented Old Xie’s Restaurant for free meals.

If Auntie Pang hadn’t stopped him, he’d have long since thrown this guy out of Beijiang.

Now seeing him sitting there, head lowered in silence, Du Fan’s face darkened, and he strode over, slamming the table.

"Old man, you’re here freeloading again?"