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"Cough, cough. Aside from the Snowflake Jade Meat, bring out everything else you just listed," Ye Junlin said, casually tossing his storage ring onto the table. It landed with a satisfying thud, like he owned the place.

The waiter nearly jumped out of his shoes, instinctively scanning the ring with his Divine Sense. What he saw inside left him speechless—mountains of top-grade Spirit Crystals stacked high like small hills.

His throat dried up. His heartbeat roared like a war drum.

This guy wasn't just wealthy… he was a walking treasure vault.

"R-right away, esteemed guest! I'll notify the kitchen immediately!" the waiter stammered before bolting off, trembling like a leaf.

Ye Junlin shook his head slightly. The Spirit Crystals he'd accumulated from his recent sign-ins were enough to buy out an entire mid-tier dynasty. What he just spent? Barely counted as loose change.

"Why do people have to eat cute little mice..." Bai Xiaoxi sniffled, cradling her head in her arms, looking devastated on behalf of her fellow rodents.

Ye Junlin reached over and patted her head, amused.

Boom!

Suddenly, a massive aura exploded through the inn, rattling the walls. Luckily, Dragon Gate Inn was forged from profound iron—sturdy enough to withstand the quake with barely more than a tremor.

"What now?" Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow and looked toward the disturbance.

"That's... a Nascent Soul aura?" an elderly Golden Core cultivator exclaimed, eyes wide. "Someone just had a breakthrough?"

Crash! A massive, flaming-red figure burst through the upper floor and slammed down onto a table, sending dishes flying and guests reeling.

"What the hell?!"

A wave of Divine Senses converged on the intruder. It was a giant lobster—three meters tall, shell blazing crimson, claws thick and deadly. Its eyes darted nervously, clearly in a panic.

To everyone's shock, the lobster monster was a freshly advanced Phase One Nascent Soul cultivator.

Apparently, it was the one who'd just broken through.

Before it could leap for an escape, a sharp blade aura shot across the room like a comet, slicing cleanly through the air.

Splash!

The lobster shrieked as it was cut down mid-motion, collapsing lifelessly onto the table. Its shell cracked, its glow vanished, and its presence disappeared entirely.

From the direction of the strike stepped a middle-aged chef—tall white hat, crisp apron, and a gleaming kitchen knife in hand. He bowed deeply, expression apologetic.

"Apologies, dear guests," he said politely. "That was entirely my mistake. I was preparing a spicy lobster dish, but one of the beasts saw its companions being butchered and, in despair, had a breakthrough and broke free. Thankfully, I was able to deal with it before it caused real trouble. I sincerely apologize for the disturbance."

With that, he grabbed the lobster's corpse and dragged it off, smiling humbly.

However, behind that mild demeanor and culinary professionalism was a terrifying strength. Most of the cultivators who'd wanted to complain suddenly changed their minds, choking back their resentment.

Brutal. Way too brutal.

Even the chef here was a monster.

No wonder no one ever dared dine and dash at Dragon Gate Inn.

The guests who'd had their meals interrupted exchanged glances, then one of them slammed the table and shouted, "Screw it! Bring us a plate of stir-fried lobster—use that one as the main ingredient!"

Though Nascent Soul-level ingredients were rare and incredibly valuable, these people clearly just wanted payback.

"Coming right up!" the waiter called out, slinging a towel over his shoulder as he dashed off. "One stir-fried lobster for this table!"

The inn's atmosphere gradually returned to normal as the chaos settled.

Ye Junlin leaned back in his seat, chuckling. "Now this... this is what I call an entertaining meal."

Li Wujie crossed his arms thoughtfully. "From a technical standpoint, that chef's knife skills were excellent. Clean, fast, and brutal—his form follows a direct, strength-based method. Though his aura did waver briefly... maybe rushed the last strike a little."

Spoken like a true knife maniac.

"Shh. You guys hear that?" Hong Qianye's gaze sharpened.

"I'm not surprised," Ye Junlin said, voice calm but his ears clearly tuned in. "I'm pretty popular."

All around them, murmurs buzzed.

"Curse that scumbag Ye Junlin! I ran into him a while back—he cleaned me out! All my Spirit Crystals, gone!"

"You too?! He didn't just take my Spirit Crystals—he stole six seventh-grade treasures, thirty Profound talismans, and five Earth-grade pills!"

"Unbelievable! I thought I was the only one robbed by that bastard!"

"I feel better knowing I wasn't the only one screwed over..."

Voices began piling up.

More than 80% of the inn's patrons were up on their feet, condemning Ye Junlin with raised fists and furious curses.

To them, he was a thieving menace, a villain of epic proportions. The kind of person who deserved to be struck by lightning, have their soul crushed, and be sent to the eighteenth level of hell for eternity.

"Tsk, tsk..." Hong Qianye lowered his head, shoulders trembling—not from fear, but from barely contained laughter.

He was absolutely overjoyed.

This scene was everything he'd ever dreamed of. Hearing people vent their anger at Ye Junlin made him feel like the universe was finally balancing itself out.

Poetic justice. Sweet, sweet karma.

"Preach, my fellow cultivators," he thought gleefully. "Speak your truth! You're voicing my very soul!"

Ye Junlin, the bane of my existence—you're finally getting what you deserve.

Li Wujie, meanwhile, looked utterly stunned. He'd never imagined his Master would have such a... reputation.

Then realization dawned. His eyes narrowed, face cold, and his hand slowly reached for the hilt of his blade.

Insulting his Master?

Unforgivable.

He was just about to rise and draw when a firm hand clamped down on his shoulder, pushing him back into his seat.

Li Wujie turned, confused. "M-Master, you...?"

Ye Junlin shook his head. "Don't be rash. Clearly, someone's impersonating me."

He was used to causing trouble—but being cursed at for no reason? That crossed a line.

"Trouble really does come from a thousand miles away," he muttered.

Despite trying to stay composed, his expression darkened. He glanced over at Hong Qianye, who still had his head down, and said meaningfully, "Little Hong, if you want to laugh, go ahead. Don't hold it in on my account."

Hong Qianye's back went stiff, sweat forming instantly on his forehead.

Quickly adjusting, he looked up with righteous fury blazing in his eyes. "These fools deserve death! Master, just say the word and I'll clean this place out. Not a single one will be left standing!"

Ye Junlin gave him a look.

"Heh."

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