184 Do the Three Immortals crave sweets They want to eat the finest snow lotus candy!
Chu Feng had finally escaped that lousy forbidden zone; right now he was as wild and reckless as a rampaging monkey.
Of course, that fit his personality perfectly—in a word, shameless.
Qian Renxue trailed behind this swaggering Chu Feng, her face full of hero-worship, a fitting reward for the ten muddled years she'd spent looking after him.
The accompanying Elders and disciples looked troubled, yet the heart-warming scene left them unable to speak.
"Hey, lousy old geezer, hurry up and tell this lord what kind of lousy place Cloud City is!" Chu Feng shouted loudly on his own initiative.
"Allow me—Cloud City is human territory!" Elder Zhu Ri answered hastily.
Elder Kaitian kicked him from the side; did he have to suck up that hard? "That's a load of drivel. I hear the city lord's a peak Tribulation expert."
Elder Longying, unusually calm, feigned total composure. "I was once the top apprentice here—who could know it better than me?"
Chu Feng's head throbbed as he listened to the bickering; he glared back and snarled, "Do you all want to lick my feet?"
Instantly a stench of foot-odor wafted over.
The three Elders, nauseated, clutched their noses and said nothing more.
"Little Sword, come here to my arms so I can see if you've grown taller. Longying, since you claim you're from Cloud City, take the lead." Qian Renxue spoke coldly, every inch a queen.
Elder Longying was mortified; he'd bragged himself into a trap.
The other two Elders snickered—true fair-weather friends.
Chu Feng leapt six zhang high at Qian Renxue's words; he knew he'd finally reached a teen's height.
He could soon do what he'd dreamed of—just thinking of it thrilled him.
Snuggling in Qian Renxue's arms was bliss; Chu Feng gladly deepened their intimacy.
This was in public! Can't—no—ah, but keeping it like this is fine; Chu Feng called it seizing the moment.
Just as he was about to burst, several blades whistled overhead and thudded into the grass behind him.
"Who dares ruin my fun!" His perfect moment ruined, Chu Feng's fury flared.
"Report! Human troops seem to be fighting on the only road ahead to Cloud City—Ghost-Descending Slope." The Heavenly Dao Sect disciple had quickly picked up the army's signaling style.
"Hey, with me here what's the panic? Put me down—I'll take a look." Chu Feng slid regally from Qian Renxue's arms like a king descending his throne.
"Wow! Little Sword, you're so handsome." The Holy Maiden façade finally cracked; Qian Renxue couldn't pretend any longer—he really was gorgeous!
"Low profile!" Chu Feng's heart bloomed; conquering this woman had been easier than expected.
How strong could human soldiers be? Untrained, they were still mere mortals.
Chu Feng expected no surprises—until he saw the battlefield: dense crowds fighting from mountainside to valley and back again.
These weren't people, they were ants!
A disciple said, "I heard two hundred thousand are involved."
"Can I eat them?" Chu Feng drooled; in his last life he'd had ant-flavored banquet—delicious.
"Eat your head! How could you devour your own kind?" Qian Renxue smacked him with a freshly whittled wooden club.
Oddly, the club showed no crack, let alone a break, despite her strength.
Witch! One moment pampering, the next fierce; hmph, it didn't even hurt—wait till I grow taller and I'll pay her back.
Chu Feng's mind wandered; still, one must have principles—I won't eat them unless provoked.
Exactly!
"By the way, why hasn't Longying returned from scouting? Not dead on the battlefield?" Chu Feng watched the war like a movie; no matter how fierce, the numbers never dropped—like a film set.
"I'm here, fine, fine." Elder Longying smiled, holding his half-severed arm—an Elder dedicated to the extreme.
"Actually, these people died years ago; someone fed them Longevity Gate's Longevity Pills, and a wisp of spirit energy reanimated them." Longying explained seriously.
"So much spirit energy—if I ate it all I'd reach adult height. Two hundred thousand people means two hundred thousand wisps!" Chu Feng's eyes gleamed; he was hungry again.
"Those pills kill the living instantly," Elder Longying muttered softly.
"Nothing more from you—reattach that arm." Since leaving the pocket-space Qian Renxue's memories had been returning; limb-regrowth was basic Heavenly Dao Sect technique.
"Sure!" Chanting a self-made spell, Longying welded the arm back in place.
Chu Feng wanted to learn; if he chopped himself to pieces and reassembled, would he become tougher?
"Keep dreaming—I like you just as you are." Qian Renxue saw through him and chided.
"Back to business: I'm eating these two hundred thousand corpses—any objections?" Chu Feng's stomach growled.
"If you die, how do I live?" Qian Renxue rasped.
"Don't you trust the universe's most handsome hero?" Chu Feng tossed his hair confidently.
"I trust you!" Instantly she became his fan again—practically schizophrenic.
This time his confidence backfired: no matter how wide he opened his mouth, nothing was sucked in—only a mouthful of dust.
"Damn it—when I'm trying to look cool my mouth betrays me!"
Chu Feng hopped around wildly; everyone had to stifle their laughter out of respect.
He'd planned to stand on the hilltop and absorb them all, but the plan failed; seeing them laugh, his face flushed with rage.
A pebble rolled underfoot and Chu Feng tumbled down the slope like a giant panda.
Ah! My head—crack!
My shorts snagged on a tree,
my pristine skin scraped and bleeding,
...a forty-five-degree slope turned him from panda to rubber ball, stripping him bare, scratches everywhere.
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