Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 735 I'm not going to play dumb to fool others!
"Sir! Sir! You ordered your own beef."

"Oh dear, look at my mouth, I ordered the wrong thing. How about this, you can give this beef to this white-bearded old man."

At Fang Yu's signal, the waiter brought the beef to the old man who had just been making eye contact with Fang Yu.

The old man hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything more, nodding in agreement.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yu ordered more food.

"Make me a copy!"

"What does '炒炒一本' mean?" The waiter was confused.

"Look at you, waiter, what do you usually do? Never heard of crosstalk? Order one! Just bring me all the dishes on your menu that your chef can cook!"

Fang Yu's appetite has recently become unusually large; he could eat any amount of food from a restaurant.

Seeing the waiter still hesitating, Fang Yu slammed the spirit stones on the table with a loud bang. "Is this enough?"

The waiter was dumbfounded!

"This, this, this! Sir! That's enough! I'll go and have the chef cook it for you right away!"

After a short wait, the dishes were served one after another.

Without saying a word, Fang Yu grabbed his chopsticks and began to devour his food with gusto.

They ate with gusto, devouring the food with gusto.

The white-bearded old man glanced at Fang Yu's ravenous eating out of the corner of his eye, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his hand holding the wine glass paused.

Just as Fang Yu was enjoying his meal, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the stairwell.

The skinny man who had suffered a great loss at the auction, along with seven or eight fierce-looking, burly servants, rushed up aggressively, their target clear: Fang Yu. In an instant, they surrounded him!

The skinny man's face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment. He pointed at Fang Yu, his voice shrill with anger:
"Kid! If you know what's good for you, hand over everything you got at the auction! Don't even think about hiding a single spirit stone or a single blade of grass! Hand it over obediently, and I might even give you a proper burial! Don't force me to take action!"

The second floor of the restaurant fell silent instantly. The other diners were terrified, all lowering their heads and not daring to utter a sound.

Fang Yu calmly put down his chopsticks, picked up the white cloth beside him and wiped the grease from his mouth. He looked up at the skinny man, his face showing no fear, but rather a bright, even slightly playful, roguish smile:

"Oh? Isn't this the fellow Daoist who just spent a fortune at the auction with such magnanimity? What, in broad daylight, under the clear sky, you dare to resort to robbery and plunder in Jianzhou City?"

The skinny man was furious at his nonchalant attitude. He grinned maliciously and looked around as if to assert his dominance.

"Robbery? Hmph! In this Jianzhou City, my word is law! If I tell you to pay, you pay! Say another word and I'll make sure your blood is spilled five steps away!"

The servants behind him drew their weapons, their blades gleaming coldly, exuding a murderous aura.

The white-bearded old man kept his head down, sipping his wine, seemingly indifferent to the conflict before him, though his fingers tightened slightly around the wine glass.

Fang Yu's gaze swept over the skinny man, the servant, and the seemingly detached old man with great interest, without making a sound.

The skinny man was so angry at his nonchalant attitude that he grinned maliciously and looked around as if to assert his dominance.

"Say another word and I'll make you bleed five steps away!"

The servants behind him drew their weapons, their blades gleaming coldly, exuding a murderous aura. The atmosphere on the second floor of the restaurant instantly plummeted to freezing. Fang Yu slowly picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, he looked up at the skinny man, his playful smile deepening, as if genuinely curious: "Oh? Rules? Fellow Daoist, I'm new here and may ask—in this Jianzhou City, is killing... not illegal?"

Upon hearing this, the skinny man reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He puffed out his chest, his chin almost reaching the sky, and his voice rose eight octaves, filled with unbridled arrogance:
"Breaking the law? Hahaha! What a joke! Let me tell you, in this Jianzhou City, I'm the boss! Who the hell dares to interfere with my business? I can crush whoever I want! What can anyone do about it?!"

Fang Yu's smile became unusually "gentle" at this moment, even carrying a hint of "sudden realization" clarity.

He nodded repeatedly, his voice light and cheerful as if he had found the perfect answer to the question:
"I understand, I understand! So that's how it is. If a Qi Refining stage cultivator can act with impunity..."

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly erupted with an intense white light that was impossible to look at directly!

A blinding bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere, instantly coiling around his body and emitting a chilling crackling sound!
"Then I won't eat beef!"

As soon as the word "beef" was uttered—

boom!
It was as if a silent thunderclap had suddenly exploded out of nowhere!

Centered on Fang Yu, the extremely violent electric current, like a silvery-white tide, instantly swept over all the servants who had surrounded him, as well as the arrogant skinny man!
Before they could even scream, seven or eight figures trembled and convulsed violently in the blinding flash of electricity. Their clothes and flesh were charred, carbonized, and peeled off in an instant! A strong, pungent, burnt stench filled the air.

The lightning flashed by in an instant, leaving behind only a few distorted, pitch-black skeletons emitting wisps of smoke, still in the same poses they had when they were alive, surrounding and attacking each other. Their empty eye sockets stared straight in Fang Yu's direction, creating a bizarre and terrifying scene!
“Oh my god——!”

"Murder! Run!"

After a brief silence, the surviving diners and waiters on the second floor erupted in terrified screams, scrambling and stumbling towards the stairs as if they wished they had more legs. The stairwell was instantly congested and a scene of chaos and disarray.

Fang Yu, however, seemed to have merely brushed off a tiny speck of dust from his shoulder.

He picked up his chopsticks, and amidst the charred corpses and skeletons, with a calm expression, he picked up another piece of tempting braised pork and put it in his mouth, mumbling as he called downstairs:

"Waiter! Hurry up! What are you dawdling for? Where's the food?"

His gaze then shifted to the white-bearded old man at the next table.

The old man was trembling, barely able to hold his wine glass, looking utterly terrified.

Fang Yu grinned, his smile carrying a knowing, mocking tone: "Grandpa? Are you scared? Why aren't you eating?"

The old man's face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled: "I...I'm terrified."

"Come on, you!" Fang Yu scoffed, pointing with his chopsticks at the almost untouched food and wine in front of the old man. "That lightning flashed so fast just now, and you, old man, dodged it faster than a rabbit, without spilling a drop of soup. Now you're pretending you have no cultivation?"

He leaned forward slightly, staring into the old man's cloudy but sharp eyes, and said with certainty, "I bet you—if you didn't have the foundation of a Nascent Soul cultivator, you wouldn't have been able to move with that swiftness just now!"

The old man's fear vanished instantly, as if a mask had been removed.

His cloudy eyes became clear and sharp, and a meaningful smile, tinged with amusement, slowly curled up at the corners of his mouth, as if he felt relieved to have his identity exposed.

He put down his wine glass, stood up, and without caring at all that there were charred, black skeletons right under his feet, he lifted his leg to step over them and sit in the empty seat opposite Fang Yu.

"Hey! Stop!" Fang Yu immediately raised his hand to stop him, his brows furrowing in disgust as he pointed to the mess on the ground and the charred skeleton emitting a foul stench. "The smell here is too strong! It's suffocating!"

He deftly picked up the plate of hot food on his table with one hand, which had only been touched a few times, and grabbed the wine pot with the other. He gestured with his chin toward the downstairs area and called out:
"Come on, it's quiet downstairs! Let's go down, you and I can eat and chat!"

(End of this chapter)