Fishing the Myriad Heavens Chapter 110

Since this is a modification of the Minor Illumination Breathing Technique, let's just call it Minor Illumination Body Tempering Technique!' Bei Feng settled on a name after a brief thought.

For the entire afternoon, Bei Feng continuously trained the Minor Illumination Body Tempering Technique. Although the improvement rate was rather slow, he could feel a change in his body after every round.

Why were most people unable to persist in body training? Because they were unable to see any results within a short period of time! But if everyone was able to distinctly perceive the changes to their bodies and feel the improvement to their body at the end of each round of training, there would probably be a wave of body building craze spreading across the globe!

Within one afternoon, Bei Feng had already opened up over a thousand blood vessels! Although this amount was not even worth mentioning when compared to the number of blood vessels and capillaries within his body, Bei Feng's had already been increased by a thousandth percent! [ED/N: By 0.001% if it's easier on the eyes]

A journey of thousands of miles may be achieved through the accumulation of each single step, just as the enormous ocean may be formed by gathering every brook and stream! Although one out of a thousand times may not be much, but if the training continued for months and years, the accumulated improvement would be shocking!

The little fox mimicked Bei Feng movements for a while and quickly felt bored. It ran over to the flowerbed and dug up the White River Rice before running off sneakily.

Only when dinner was served did the little fellow appear, right on time at that. It grabbed a plate tightly in its little paws and jumped onto the table with a starved expression.

Bei Feng only managed to eat about 30 jin of Variant Giant Salamander this time round. As his body gradually recovered and its energy capacity was gradually filled with stored energy, the amount of food he needed naturally decreased.

Picking up his phone and accepting some deposits at random, Bei Feng posted the names of the people whose reservations were accepted.

Yips of joy as well as the sighs of dejection quickly appeared on the chat. With the few batches of people who had tried Bei Feng's cooking already testifying, his private restaurant had finally established some sort of reputation.

Not a single person who had tried the food had said anything bad about it. The only complaints so far were mostly about the price and the inaccessibility of the place.

The moment he sent the notification that he was accepting reservations, over 50 people had sent their deposits immediately!

"Haha! This Elder Brother had finally managed to get a spot! I'm sick of those bastards who had only tasted the food once but yet had been posturing in the chat for the past few weeks!"

Someone sent gleefully.

"F*ck, my luck is really bloody terrible! From the very first round until now, I've sent my deposit but still haven't managed to get a spot yet. But that annoying fellow above actually got a table?! Come, anyone of you lucky bastards care to give your spot to me? I'll offer an extra 1000 yuan on top of the price you paid!"

An extremely disgruntled guy sent. He was extremely unsatisfied with Bei Feng's selection method. Would he die if he chose his customers based on the first come first served basis?! Why the hell did it have to be chosen at random! Weren't the odds a bit too small?

"Haha! Don't bother wasting your effort. 1000 yuan? Perhaps if you offered an amount up to several times more than the cost of the meal, there's a chance you might entice someone to give up their slot."

A guy with the nickname 'Memory Keeper' mocked.

True; anyone who made a reservation knowing that the meal cost 3,200 yuan would certainly have pretty solid financial capabilities. Those people were unlikely to release their slots just for a mere 1,000 yuan.

The rest of the night passed very peacefully for Bei Feng. After his morning cultivation on the mountain, he jogged down the mountain at a leisurely pace. By the time he finished his shower, it was around half past 9 and he began cooking.

His methods were simple and crude. After washing the grime off the meat, he diced it into small cubes about the width of two fingers. Then, he heated some oil in the large wok, and fried the garlic and some other spices until a fragrant smell emerged before throwing the meat in to stir-fry.

A wonderful fragrance quickly wafted out of the kitchen. Of course, compared to cooking the meat in the medicinal cauldron, the fragrance, taste and the amount of energy contained within it was not even close to being as perfect.

***

Meanwhile, in the faraway city of Qingcheng, Mystic Four to Mystic Twelve were gathered together, their faces knitted with worry. Their eyes, however, were burning with a hint of wildness.

After taking over 'Brother Scar's' territory, the nine Mystics began a large-scale recruitment immediately, expanding their influence. They had done so without committing any lawless acts and even the drug trade in the two bars under their territory was eradicated!

"Mystic Four, the motives of this Qing Gang are rather unclear... should we go over or not?"

Mystic Six sat up from the couch and asked.

"Heh, what will be, will be. No matter what, Qing Gang is one of the two overlords of Qingcheng's underground society. Only, I didn't expect that they would notice us so quickly."

Mystic Eight's eyes were burning with wild ambition. "I feel that the gangs in this city had enjoyed peace for too long! We could take this opportunity when meeting those Qing Gang fellows to formally announce our intention to rise up!"

Zhang Hu, who formerly was the leader of these guys, had somehow become Mystic Nine, and thus had no choice but to wait for Mystic Eight to finish talking before he could voice his opinion. "Although the Qing Gang had waned slightly in might over the years, their foundation remains especially firm. They are definitely not a group we are able to offend at this point!"

"It's too early to talk about all this. Gather all the brothers and bring the weapons along! I would indeed like to see for myself what sort of schemes those Qing Gang fellows are brewing in their cauldrons. We will not actively stir up trouble, but we don't have to fear them either! Don't forget, we still have Boss to back us up!"

Mystic Four said with a cold smile. In that moment, everyone immediately recalled the godlike methods of Bei Feng and shivered involuntarily.

Numerous minivans streamed out of the compound towards an abandoned warehouse outside of the city. Ten over cars was already lined the outside of the warehouse as they pulled up to it.

"Your humble brother Gao Xin is honored to meet you, gentlemen."

As Mystic Four and the rest filed out of the minivan, a man stood out from the group of men and greeted them with a grin.

Looking at the number of men the other party had brought which was more than twice their numbers, Mystic Four frowned slightly.

"I've long heard of your illustrious name. May I know what is the purpose of this meeting?"

Mystic Four revealed a slight smile as he walked up to Gao Xin with familiarity.

"Hmph! Impudent! You don't even know how to say a simple Big Brother Xin when you see our big brother?!"

Gao Xin furrowed his brows in displeasure. These guys were practically climbing all over him! Seeing that their big brother was feeling unhappy, the lackey who was the most perceptive quickly stood out and pointed at Mystic Four's face as he scolded.

Mystic Four revealed a wide, but frosty smile as he shot out a hand.

"Kacha!"

"Ah! M-my hand! Let go of my hand!"

The chilly smile on Mystic Four's face did not subside as he threw the fellow backwards. "I'm speaking with your boss. When is it the turn of a lackey like you to interrupt?!"

Gao Xin's frown deepened as he beckoned for two men to bring the unlucky bastard away. Based on that crisp sound earlier, that fellow's finger was most likely broken now.

"I don't wish to beat around the bush with you. You have two options. Number one--you can join my Qing Gang and be integrated into my group." He held up a single finger and looked Mystic Four in the eye. "Second--you can get the hell out of Qingcheng. There's no other alternative. You may choose now," Gao Xin was in an extremely foul mood after seeing his own subordinate disciplined by outsiders right in front of him. It was like getting his face slapped in public! With his patience lost, Gao Xin directly stated his conditions uncompromisingly.

"You guys take the open road and we'll cross the log bridge. Our two groups have no conflicting interests, so wouldn't it be better to not interfere in each other's business? Qing Gang is well to do and prosperous. Could it be that you guys don't even have this bit of tolerance for others?"

Mystic Four's face darkened. This was the outcome that he did not wish to face the most!

Gao Xin appeared to be taken aback by this statement for a moment before laughing out loud. "If it was another gang in your place, I naturally wouldn't have an opinion about it, and neither would Qing Gang have an opinion about it. But you... you can only blame yourselves for breaking the rules of the game!

Hurry up and tell me which option you choose now!" Gao Xin barked frostily.

Chapter end