Chapter 812 - 815: Delicacies on the Tip of the Tongue

Wu Tian brought the little one, Bo Gu, and Meng Tian out for a meal,

Of course, at this moment, Wu Tian was also wearing a Bronze Ghost Mask.

As soon as they left the courtyard,

"Ancestor of Blood Refinement, you’re not capable."

"Yeah, it seems you only know the Art of Blood Refinement, and nothing else."

"Indeed."

"Better hand over the Art of Blood Refinement."

Just now, Li Xuan left wearing a bamboo hat,

his leg was still lame.

In the eyes of the Blood Refiners, this Ancestor of Blood Refinement wasn’t anything special.

He was all smoke and mirrors, no real substance, just a hollow reputation.

"Get out, all of you."

Seeing this group of people, Wu Tian was displeased. If they wanted the Art of Blood Refinement, they should have the right attitude.

What kind of attitude does this group have?

Wu Tian snorted, and instantly, a forceful aura swept through, shattering the air, crushing directly.

"Ah!"

"No!"

They screamed, they were terrified, but it was useless as they all fainted under this overpowering, invincible aura.

If they woke up,

It would be fortunate if they didn’t become idiots.

Wu Tian, still wearing his mask, carried the little one and walked away with Meng Tian and Bo Gu.

The common people could only stare blankly at this scene, originally thinking Wu Tian was quite domineering.

Unexpectedly, this Ancestor of Blood Refinement was the same.

Some speculated that there was definitely a connection between this Ancestor of Blood Refinement and that ruthless killer Wu Tian.

"Dad, where are we going to eat?" the little one asked from within Wu Tian’s embrace.

Wu Tian smiled: "Come with me, and you’ll see."

He followed his memories, walking into a small alleyway,

Ten thousand years ago, before he became the Wutian Celestial Emperor, still inexperienced, he had eaten a noodle dish in this area,

Back then, his Foundation Establishment self was amazed by it.

When they approached the small alley, they saw an ancient tea house. Over ten thousand years, it must have been renovated,

But still, it looked very old.

Typically, unless they were regulars, people wouldn’t notice a tea house in such an alley.

As Wu Tian and the others approached, a strong and strange noodle aroma hit them,

"This... this smell is..."

Smelling this wonderful aroma, Bo Gu and Meng Tian exchanged glances but couldn’t tell what the smell was.

Only the little one exclaimed: "Fried noodles, it’s fried noodles."

Fried noodles?

How could the fried noodle smell be like this?

"The taste hasn’t changed, this is tea noodles."

Tea noodles?

Meng Tian and Bo Gu exchanged glances again, not knowing what it was.

Wu Tian smiled at the corners of his mouth, carrying the little one, walking into the tea house.

He thought it had disappeared after all these years.

Unexpectedly, the tea house was still there.

"Guests are here, welcome, welcome." A young man in his twenties lazily walked out, smiling.

Anyone with eyes could see that this was a carefree person, he didn’t seem to care about rules or how much he earned, giving off a laid-back vibe,

If he could avoid moving, he absolutely wouldn’t move.

"Who are you to Ding A Pi?" Wu Tian asked,

"Ding A Pi? Wait a minute, the name sounds familiar, let me think..." The young man set one hand on his hip, deep in thought, finally remembered something and exclaimed: "Got it, got it, that’s my ancestor’s name. Sigh, this tea house was originally opened by him."

"I’m Ding Taila, I don’t even know how my cooking is, do you want to try it?"

Ding Taila asked,

Wu Tian nodded,

Ding Taila immediately brought out four bowls of tea noodles,

"How much for this bowl of noodles?" Bo Gu asked,

Ding Taila shrugged carelessly: "Give whatever you wish. If you don’t think it’s good, you can give nothing."

"This... this... how can you do business like this?" Bo Gu was surprised,

Ding Taila chuckled: "Why not? In my view, doing business is about happiness. This way, you’re happy, and I’m happy, why not?"

Meng Tian and Bo Gu didn’t know what to say.

"Alright, eat quickly." The little one was already hungry,

Wu Tian and the others nodded and started tasting the tea noodles,

These tea noodles were made by grinding tea leaves into powder, and then mixing them with flour, kneading the dough with special techniques,

This method produced noodles that didn’t stick or break, soft and chewy.

Coupled with specially made tea broth, the taste was exceptionally delicious.

Wu Tian tasted it and found that it was the same texture, the same flavor as before, eating these tea noodles, Wu Tian seemed to return to the past,

Just at that moment, someone came in, it was the henchmen of the sinister Imperial Uncle Lin Ke from Star Country within the Xiuyuan Realm,

"Finally found you." Looking at the Ghost Mask, revealing the lower half of the Ancestor of Blood Refinement’s face, the henchman walked up, panting,

They were sent by the sinister Imperial Uncle to find the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.

After much difficulty,

they finally found him.

"Ancestor of Blood Refinement, our Imperial Uncle invites you."

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement and the others ignored him and continued eating noodles; they all knew there was no Imperial Uncle in Xiuyuan Country.

"Our Imperial Uncle is the Imperial Uncle of Green France in Star Country, but don’t underestimate our Green France, as it will soon become a two-star country." The henchman huffed but dared not speak too harshly, only saying: "Ancestor of Blood Refinement, please come with me to meet the Imperial Uncle."

Wu Tian, however, couldn’t be bothered to reply to him, only asking the little one, "How does it taste, good?"

"Good."

The little one replied sweetly.

"Our Imperial Uncle invites sir as a guest, please hurry." The henchman urged,

"When eating tea noodles, you should eat the noodles while drinking the soup, that way you can enjoy the flavors completely." Wu Tian continued to focus on the little one: "Want to try it?"

"Sure."

The little one did as Wu Tian instructed, and indeed, the taste improved,

Bo Gu and Meng Tian saw this and did the same.

"Hey, did you hear me?" The henchman was anxious now, his tone tinged with anger.

But Wu Tian still ignored him.

"Our Imperial Uncle has a bad temper, if you’re late, you won’t have a good time."

"Hurry up already."

"Why eat noodles, the Imperial Uncle offers fine delicacies, all you can choose from."

"Hurry up."

"..."

After the little one and others finished eating,

Wu Tian’s eyes under the bronze mask stared directly at the henchman!

Smiling, sinisterly: "You can go die now."

What?

This sentence made the henchman’s face freeze.

He realized something, becoming fearful and immediately said: "I was wrong, I shouldn’t have disturbed your meal."

"If apologies worked, why would we need police?" The little one was unsatisfied,

Police? Bo Gu and Meng Tian exchanged glances, indicating they didn’t know.

Wu Tian nodded,

the henchman turned pale with fright, originally thinking the Ancestor of Blood Refinement would give some face to the Imperial Uncle, and didn’t expect him to just demand his death.

This henchman was so scared he wanted to flee!