rpbooks Chapter 433 Haha, all the hot pot is mine!
Chapter 433 Haha, all the hot pot is mine!
The tug-of-war continued round after round, the clouds remained unpredictable, and the sunlight played hide-and-seek, flickering on and off, tormenting every chosen one.
Lin Feng, Vassim, and Evelyn were the most composed players on the field, and the three of them eliminated at least 40% of the mold monsters.
Most of the other chosen ones were of mediocre strength and lacked cooperation, and were already overwhelmed by the dense swarms of mold monsters.
Every now and then, one or two spores of mold would sneak up and creep onto the drying platform.
As more and more scriptures were corrupted, the crowd became increasingly sluggish, their faces etched with exhaustion and frustration, and their morale gradually plummeted.
Someone leaned against the edge of the stone platform, panting heavily, staring blankly at the fickle dark clouds above, and couldn't help but sigh:
"If only someone could dispel these dark clouds, we're bound to lose sooner or later..."
Xia Ning, who was drinking tea nearby, casually joked:
"There really is someone who can dispel the dark clouds; Elder Song Yao is one of them."
"It's just a pity that it's something you can only dream of but never reach."
Everyone took it as just a passing breeze.
They didn't even know who Elder Song Yao was, let alone ask her for help.
Lin Feng, however, showed a slight change in his gaze when he heard the words "Elder Song Yao".
Moreover, these words coming from his wife clearly implied that Elder Song Yao was a possible savior.
After a moment's hesitation, Lin Feng put down the duster, sat down on the ground, stretched out his legs, and looked like he was giving up.
Seeing this, Wasim quickly came over and said urgently:
"Brother Lin Feng, why did you sit down? Don't give up! Hang in there a little longer, maybe the weather will get better!"
Lin Feng waved his hand calmly, "Don't worry, things will turn around."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, and with a thought, entered the deduction space.
In the simulation space, it still looked like the drying ground—the sky was unpredictable, and the mold monsters continued to launch their invasions one after another.
Lin Feng waved his hand and took out a self-heating hot pot from his personal space. He skillfully unpacked it and started using it.
Within minutes, the rich aroma of the hot pot filled the air.
Before long, a familiar figure followed the fragrance and rode the wind to arrive—it was Elder Song Yao.
She was still wearing a dark purple robe, but at this moment she had no trace of gentleness or dignity. Her eyes were fixed on the hot pot, and her throat was moving involuntarily.
"Kid... what time is it? You still have the mind to eat this?!"
Lin Feng raised his head, sighed dejectedly, and while removing the hot pot lid, picked up a piece of food, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled:
"We can't handle moldy bacteria anyway, we're going to die sooner or later, might as well die with a full stomach!"
As he spoke, he picked up a large piece of fatty beef with his chopsticks and deliberately made a satisfied chewing sound.
Song Yao swallowed hard: "Do you still have any hot pot left?"
Lin Feng raised his eyelids slightly: "Yes, there are still more than a dozen buckets left."
"Wow, there's still so much!" Song Yao exclaimed quickly, her voice tinged with urgency. "Don't waste it! You can give it to me!"
Lin Feng put down his chopsticks and looked at her with a half-smile:
"We're not related, why should I give it to you? If I can't finish it, I can take it to the underworld to eat it!"
Song Yao grew anxious, took a step forward, and lowered her voice:
"What if I could help you solve your current problem?"
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow:
"Although you are an elder of the temple and possess great power, are you really capable of controlling the weather and dispelling dark clouds?"
Upon hearing this, Song Yao couldn't help but laugh:
"I can't directly control the weather, but I can control the wind!"
"As long as I activate my demonic power and summon a strong wind, I can blow away all the dark clouds overhead and let the sun shine directly on the scripture-drying field. At that time, the moldy demons will naturally be killed by the yang energy."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yao no longer hesitated and waved her hand.
A fierce wind swept in, carrying great force as it blew towards the dark clouds overhead.
The thick, dark clouds were quickly dispersed by the strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, the sky became clear and bright, with strong sunlight shining down and covering the entire scripture drying ground.
The contaminated scriptures on the stone platform emitted a faint hissing sound as the blackish-green mold on their surface gradually dissipated...
After the deduction was completed, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, a knowing smile appearing on his lips.
In reality, the people at the scripture-drying site are still struggling to hold on, and the area where the scriptures are contaminated is getting bigger and bigger. Many people have completely given up resisting.
Lin Feng quickly took out the self-heating hot pot, unpacked it in a few seconds, and started heating it up.
The rich aroma quickly spread.
The crowd was greatly puzzled and began to discuss among themselves:
"What time is it? He still has the mind to eat hot pot?"
"Could it be that the pressure is too much and she's gone crazy?"
"I think he's completely given up..."
"That shouldn't be the case. He got four S-rank clears in a row. Is there something fishy going on?"
"..."
Just then, a whistling sound suddenly arose in the sky.
Everyone instinctively looked up and saw a dark purple figure riding the wind.
The scenarios in the simulation began to unfold in reality without any discrepancies.
Soon, the clouds dispersed, the sky cleared again, and golden sunlight bathed the scripture drying area.
Xia Ning took a sip of tea, and the corners of her lips curled up almost imperceptibly.
This Elder Song Yao is quite interesting; it seems... we could recruit her into our group.
Xia Ning put down her teacup, stepped forward, and said with a smile:
"Elder Song Yao, isn't it inappropriate for you to step in and help the Chosen One complete their mission without authorization?"
"If the other elders find out, it might cause controversy."
Song Yao coughed lightly and leaned closer to Xia Ning:
"Okay, Ningning, I just happened to be practicing my wind control technique here. I didn't come here specifically to help them."
"By the way, the self-heating hot pot you gave me last night, wasn't that from this kid too?"
Xia Ning smiled faintly: "Nothing can escape the elder's discerning eye."
Song Yao smiled smugly: "Haha, he still has more than a dozen buckets left, they're all mine!"
As he spoke, he stepped up to Lin Feng, extended his hand, and said, "Kid, I've gotten you out of this predicament. Shouldn't you deliver on your promise of those dozen or so self-heating hot pots?"
Lin Feng nodded: "Of course."
After saying that, he took out more than a dozen hot pots from his personal space and arranged them neatly on the ground.
Song Yao couldn't hold him tightly, and since she didn't have any spatial magic artifacts, she had no choice but to ask the two black-clad stewards for help.
The two tentatively asked in a low voice, "Could you give us one bucket each?"
Song Yao paused for a moment, then immediately changed her mind: "Never mind, I'll do it myself."
She stuffed three buckets into each of her left and right sleeves, then hugged the rest to her arms and happily turned to leave.
The two black-clad butlers couldn't help but mutter under their breath, "So stingy!"
Xia Ning walked over and asked Lin Feng, "Is there any more?"
Lin Feng shook his head: "Really, it's gone."
Xia Ning looked disappointed.
Lin Feng added in a low voice, "However, I still have hot pot base; it'll taste even better if I cook it myself."
Xia Ning's eyes lit up: "I won't drink tea this afternoon while I supervise your cultivation; we'll just have hot pot!"