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Chapter 353 - 186: Dragon Elephant Body Tempering
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Chapter 353: Chapter 186: Dragon Elephant Body Tempering

"Father, why did you eat so many Ice Fish this time?"

Shen Mingde lifted the plate of Ice Fish in his hand and said with a huff.

The other Shen Family Elders also looked indignant.

Everyone knew their father’s appetite.

Although Ice Fish were good, there was a limit to how much a person could eat. Eating too much would lead to indigestion, which was simply a waste.

Due to the indigestion, one could even feel uncomfortable for a month or two, and some people might even fall into a coma.

With only one Ice Fish to be divided among so many people, it was clearly not enough. Priority had to be given to the future hopes of the Shen Family, Shen Qingyao and Shen Qingshuang.

"You brat, what are you making a fuss about?" Shen Zhaoyi glared at his second son and said irritably,

"I only ate a normal portion. The rest was eaten by that young fellow, Chen Cheng."

"Huh...?"

The Shen Family Elders looked at each other, all of them stunned.

They had always overlooked Chen Cheng’s appetite.

They had assumed that a Muscle Strengthening Realm Martial Artist like Chen Cheng could, at the absolute most, eat a tenth of what the Shen Family’s Ancestor ate—an insignificant amount.

Who would have thought that the kid had actually eaten a full half of what the Shen Family’s Ancestor had!

No wonder his face was so red when he left!

"Father, did Young Master Chen really eat half of what you did?"

Shen Mingde asked doubtfully, his eyes wide.

After all, not even Shen Mingyuan, who was at the Bone Marrow Cleansing Realm, could eat that much.

Shen Zhaoyi thought for a moment and said, "Well, the boy didn’t finish it all. There was about twenty or thirty percent left."

"Whoa! You’re saying Young Master Chen ate as much as Eldest Brother can?" Shen Mingde still couldn’t believe it.

Shen Zhaoyi laughed heartily. "That’s right. I reckon that young fellow Chen Cheng is going to be miserable for a month or two!"

"Sigh... You should have given him a heads-up," Shen Mingde said, stamping his foot in frustration.

Moreover, the Ice Fish that Chen Cheng couldn’t finish had undoubtedly been packed up for him to take away!

The Shen Family Elders all felt a painful sting. What a terrible waste!

Since what was done was done, they could only accept it. They couldn’t possibly go to the Zheng Martial Arts Hall to ask Young Master Chen for the leftover Ice Fish, could they?

Amidst a chorus of laments, the Ice Fish was completely eaten.

Only then did the Shen Family Elders remember to ask whether Chen Cheng intended to marry Shen Qingyao or Shen Qingshuang.

However, the Shen Family Ancestor, Shen Zhaoyi, clearly had no answer.

After all, he never got the chance to ask!

"You are all dismissed," Shen Zhaoyi said flatly.

"Father, regarding the marriage alliance between Chen Cheng and the Shen Family, are we just going to let it drag on?" Shen Mingyuan asked.

At the mention of a marriage alliance with Chen Cheng, both sisters, Shen Qingyao and Shen Qingshuang, blushed deeply and lowered their heads, remaining silent.

However, this bashful display also revealed their true feelings—they were both fond of Chen Cheng.

How could Shen Zhaoyi fail to see what the two girls were thinking? He waved his hand and said calmly,

"It’s fine. Matters of the heart are a question of fate; they cannot be forced.

Aren’t Qingyao and Qingshuang already living at the Zheng Martial Arts Hall?

They’ll be seeing plenty of Chen Cheng. Things will happen naturally. Why should we old folks worry about it?"

Shen Mingyuan’s heart skipped a beat. ’If things are left to develop freely,’ he thought, ’I hope both of the Shen Family’s peerless beauties don’t end up getting swept away by Chen Cheng.’

’Wouldn’t the Shen Family suffer a huge loss in that case?’

But since the Shen Family Ancestor, Shen Zhaoyi, had spoken, Shen Mingyuan could only comply and said no more.

Of course, the main reason was that he knew his father had a point. If the Shen Family wanted a marriage alliance to bind them to Chen Cheng, there had to be mutual affection.

Otherwise, the bond forged by the alliance would not be strong.

...

Meanwhile, Chen Cheng returned to the Zheng Martial Arts Hall, his face already flushed a deep red, making him look drunk.

His Qi Blood Power was surging violently within him, threatening to overflow and spiral out of his control.

The aftereffects of over-nourishing his Qi Blood were truly potent!

Of course, this feeling of surging Qi Blood Power was actually quite pleasant.

Chen Cheng even felt the urge to have a good long sleep and let it all digest.

Mu Xiaowan was practicing her swordsmanship in a clearing in the garden. When she saw Chen Cheng’s unusual condition, she quickly sheathed her short sword, walked over, and asked with a concerned look, "Brother Cheng, are you alright?"

Chen Cheng smiled and said gently, "I’m fine. I just ate too much of something highly nourishing, so my Qi Blood is a bit too vigorous.

I’ll be fine after I cultivate my Martial Dao for a bit to digest it."

"Heh, I never thought I’d see the day you had too much Qi Blood, Brother Cheng." Mu Xiaowan relaxed and teased with a grin.

"Sigh... I didn’t expect it either," Chen Cheng said with a wry smile.

’And I didn’t even eat half as much of the Ice Spirit Fish as the Shen Family’s Ancestor, Shen Zhaoyi!’

’The physique of an Organ Refining Realm Martial Artist is truly worthy of being called the Inner Strength Level. It’s just too powerful.’

"Brother Cheng, if you’ve already over-nourished your Qi Blood, how can you possibly eat more?"

Mu Xiaowan had spotted the Ice Crystal Fish that Chen Cheng had packed to bring back.

"This is a Spirit Fish. I had to bring it back, even if I couldn’t finish it," Chen Cheng said earnestly.

"Spirit Fish?" Mu Xiaowan took the Ice Crystal Fish, examined it closely, and sniffed it. A radiant smile bloomed on her face.

"This Spirit Fish smells amazing! I haven’t had Spirit Fish in so long. Why don’t I help you eat it?"

With that, she popped the Spirit Fish into her mouth and began to chew slowly.

The Ice Crystal Fish melted the moment it entered her mouth, its flavor fresh and delightful. A captivating, blissful expression instantly appeared on Mu Xiaowan’s beautiful face.

Of course, her intentions were good; she wanted to help Brother Cheng with the Spirit Fish to prevent him from eating more and further over-nourishing his Qi Blood.

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