Li Huan sneered inwardly, staring directly into Xian Yutong's eyes.
"Xianyu Tong! You are both wise and brave, truly worthy of being the leader of the Huashan Sect."
Xianyu Tong quickly clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Young Master Li, you flatter me. My name in the martial arts world is—Shenjizi!"
Li Huan deliberately asked, "Shenjizi? Everyone praises you for being clever and resourceful, right?"
Xianyu Tong adopted a humble demeanor: "Indeed! I am honored by the high regard of my fellow martial arts practitioners, who have bestowed upon me the title of 'Divine Strategist'."
Li Huan said, "Since you're so insightful, then guess whether I'll leave Bright Peak after I've sold all the boxed lunches?"
Xianyu Tong was stunned.
This guy didn't expect that Li Huan wouldn't answer his question directly, but instead made him guess.
Xianyu Tong blinked and said, waving his folding fan.
"Young Master Li sets up a stall to do business, just to earn money. After he finishes selling all the boxed lunches, even if he doesn't leave Bright Peak, he will definitely not become an enemy of the six major sects."
Li Huan laughed and said, "That's right, as long as you don't provoke me, I will definitely not be your enemy!"
Xianyu Tong said, "In that case, after Young Hero Li has sold all the boxed lunches, the six major sects will join forces to eradicate the Demonic Sect!"
After saying this, Xianyu Tong gestured, directing the Huashan Sect to retreat ten meters.
Seeing this, the other sects also wisely retreated.
Abbess Miejue, seizing the opportunity, stopped fanning the flames and ordered the Emei Sect disciples to retreat.
Master Kongzhi turned his head and whispered a few words of advice to the two warrior monks.
The two monks quickly left, leading a group of Shaolin disciples and disciples from other sects, totaling more than three hundred people, to block the entrance and exit roads of Bright Peak, preventing the Ming Cult members from taking the opportunity to escape.
Li Huan asked, "Old man with white eyebrows, how many boxed meals does the Ming Cult want to buy?"
The White-Browed Eagle King said, "As I promised before, the Ming Cult will buy all the boxed meals in the car!"
Li Huan said, "There are still 10,000 boxed meals left in the car, which will cost 500,000 taels of silver!"
White-browed Eagle King was taken aback, then asked, "Young Master Li's car can hold ten thousand boxed meals?"
Li Huan said, "Of course. If there's one less boxed meal, I'll give the Ming Cult ten thousand for free, without charging a penny."
"Hahaha..." White-browed Eagle King laughed loudly, "Young Master Li is truly an extraordinary person! Wild King, quickly give me the silver notes!"
Yin Yewang, the son of the White-browed Eagle King, stood up, took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, and respectfully handed them to Li Huan.
Ding! The "God-Level Lunch Box System" emitted a crisp notification sound!
[Congratulations, Master! You have completed the first task of transmigrating into the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber"!]
[The 500,000 taels of silver have been automatically converted into special system points, which can be exchanged for various martial arts skills in "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber"!]
Li Huan felt at ease and was not in a hurry to exchange for the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" and "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth".
He asked, "Old man with white eyebrows, should the Ming Cult collect the ten thousand boxed meals now, or later?"
The White-browed Eagle King said, "Let's take a thousand boxed meals to fill our stomachs first, and then take the remaining nine thousand after we defeat the six major sects."
Abbess Miejue snorted.
"You're about to die, don't be delusional! I'll let you fill your stomachs for now, so you won't starve to death!"
Disciples from other sects also joined in the mockery and ridicule.
"Surrounded by the six major sects, with most of their troops dead or wounded, they still dare to launch a counterattack? What a pipe dream!"
"While the Demonic Cult is eating their boxed lunches, let's sit down and rest to recover our strength!"
"The Demonic Sect has no chance of escape, it will perish today! Hahaha..."
Li Huan lifted the tablecloth in the back of the car, revealing neatly stacked boxed meals.
"Old man with white eyebrows, come and get your lunchbox, eat it while it's hot!"
Soon, a thousand boxed meals were distributed to the members of the Ming Cult.
White-browed Eagle King, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and Yin Yewang sat at the dining table, enjoying the dishes.
Zhou Dian, Peng Yingyu, Zhang Zhong the Iron-Crowned Taoist, Leng Qian the Cold-Faced Gentleman, Shuobude the Cloth Bag Monk, and the five flag bearers of the Five Elements Flag also sat around the table and began to enjoy their boxed lunches.
The White-browed Eagle King ate a piece of "braised mutton" and praised it highly.
"Good mutton! The fat and lean meat are just right, it's fresh and delicious without any gamey smell, and the aftertaste is unforgettable! It must be a local mountain goat from the Western Regions."
Li Huan gave a thumbs up: "Expert! It's a wild mountain goat from the Western Regions!"
Yang Xiao swallowed the "curry beef" and asked curiously.
"This stewed beef smells amazing and has a unique flavor. I wonder what seasonings they used?"
Li Huan explained, "We added a special seasoning from India called curry!"
Yang Xiao laughed and said, "So it's a seasoning from a foreign land. No wonder I've never tasted it before."
Wei Yixiao held a "deep-fried sparrow" in his left hand and a "crispy roast pigeon" in his right, eating with his mouth full of oil...
The square was filled with the rich aroma of meat.
Meanwhile, the "cooing" sound rose and fell.
Clearly, the people from the six major sects were already hungry, and their stomachs were all growling uncontrollably.
Ding Minjun said to Abbess Miejue, "Master, we don't eat meat, but we can eat steamed buns and drink soup! Why don't we fill our stomachs and rest for a while so that we will have the strength to wipe out the evil cult later?"
Abbess Jingxuan hurriedly reminded, "Master, our sect has spent ten thousand taels of silver; we can't let Li Huan benefit from it all for nothing!"
Abbess Miejue nodded, her stomach growling a few times, and immediately gave the order.
"Zhiruo! Take the junior sisters and get some steamed buns!"
Zhou Zhiruo obeyed the order and led ten female disciples of Emei to the electric tricycle.
Looking at the food bucket, Zhou Zhiruo's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Young Master Li, you said the steamed buns would be plentiful, but where are you going to find enough steamed buns in your carriage?"
With a smile, Li Huan brought out two insulated boxes, then lifted the lids to reveal steaming hot steamed buns.
"Take as much as you want, there's no end to it!"
"Inexhaustible?" Zhou Zhiruo looked incredulous.
Li Huan said, "That's right, I have an inexhaustible supply of steamed buns! However, you can only take as many as you want to eat, and you can't deliberately waste steamed buns, otherwise, I will charge double the amount of silver!"
As he spoke, Li Huan reached out and picked up the soup bucket, placing it on top of the food bucket to make it easier to serve the spicy soup.
This soup pot is equipped with a thick faucet with a diameter of more than five centimeters. Turning on the switch will allow the hot and sour soup to flow freely.
Li Huan held a paper cup and personally demonstrated how to fill a cup with hot and sour soup.
Zhou Zhiruo and the disciples of the Emei Sect were dumbfounded as they watched the thick soup gushing out of the tap.
Li Huan turned off the tap and handed the full cup of spicy soup to Zhou Zhiruo.
"You can drink as much hot and sour soup as you like, but you must not waste any, or you will be charged double!"
Smelling the aroma of the spicy soup, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes lit up, and her delicate eyebrows relaxed.
"Junior sisters, come quickly and get some steamed buns and spicy soup!"
Zhou Zhiruo led her fellow disciples and brought a total of five hundred steamed buns and four hundred cups of spicy soup.
However, the number of steamed buns inside the insulated box did not decrease.
Spicy soup continued to flow from the soup pot!
Zhou Zhiruo asked in bewilderment, "Young Master Li, what kind of magic trick are you using? Why can't you get all the steamed buns out of the box?"
Li Huan boasted, "This is a magical box passed down from our ancestors; it can hold ten thousand steamed buns!"
Suddenly, a woman's shout rang out from within the Kunlun Sect's ranks.
"Ridiculous! The Emei Sect must be starving! Aren't they afraid the steamed buns and soup are poisoned!"
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