Chapter 935: Head

Chen Ling was starting to feel a little full.

It was as if a person dying of thirst in a desert had finally found a lake and plunged straight in. After voraciously devouring a whole chicken and a whole pig, Chen Ling felt his near-death body come back to life.

Even so, he was only slightly full. After all, his consumption over the previous period had been too great, leaving his body depleted.

Chen Ling felt that his surroundings were unusually quiet. Snapping back to reality, he slowly raised his head and looked forward...

Before him, a gleaming carving knife trembled menacingly. The Silver King's smile was somewhat strained, one hand still holding a wine glass mid-air, unsure whether to drink or not.

Chen Ling glanced at the Silver King's now-empty plate and fell silent.

Audience Expectation Value +2Current Expectation Value: 78

Everyone's gaze towards Chen Ling had changed. Before arriving, they had imagined many possibilities concerning Chen Ling and Ying Fu, but they never expected Chen Ling to leave such a deep impression in this manner...

Snatching food from the Silver King with a knife?

How many people in this world would dare to do that?

Sensing the strange atmosphere, Chen Ling knew he had to say something. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly:

"...When I eat... well... I tend to lose my mind. Please excuse me."

For the first time, Chen Ling felt that his identity as a Calamity Fusionist was quite useful. As a "World-Ender" calamity, a ferocious beast living in the Ghost Jeer Abyss, wasn't it perfectly reasonable for him to eat a bit wildly?

The Silver King glanced at the gleaming carving knife still stuck in the food cart. His rigid expression softened back to normal, and he smiled faintly:

"Truly a 'World-Ender' class... Even your eating is aggressive.

My apologies, my arrangements were lacking. Since he is a 'World-Ender,' his intake should indeed differ from ordinary people. Veridia, tell the kitchen to prepare more food. Mr. Chen must be completely full tonight."

"Yes."

A maid respectfully withdrew.

Chen Ling also found it awkward to remain in front of the Silver King. After nodding, he turned and left.

The Silver King gazed at Chen Ling's retreating back, his eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his wine glass and spoke to the crowd again:

"Please enjoy yourselves. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave."

Having said that, he glanced at Chi Tong, who had been standing not far from him, then turned and walked out of the hall.

As the Silver King departed, Chen Ling also felt a slight sense of relief...

"Interesting..." Ying Fu observed Chen Ling.

"He didn't react to your 'aggression'... It seems even demigods are wary of what's inside you... Were you intentionally testing him? How did you come up with that idea?"

Chen Ling: ...

In Ying Fu's eyes, Chen Ling's actions had become a deliberate test... But in reality, Chen Ling hadn't thought that far; he was simply genuinely hungry.

However, his unexpected actions this time did indeed yield some useful information.

"Who knows," Chen Ling replied perfunctorily to Ying Fu, then his gaze fell on the food cart in front of Ying Fu. He pointed and asked, "Are you eating that?"

"..." Ying Fu shook his head. "I am not eating."

"Oh, thanks."

Chen Ling politely picked up a knife and fork, preparing to carve up the roasted whole lamb in front of Ying Fu. But then, recalling his current persona of "eating frenzy" and "beast-like behavior," he quietly put the utensils back down...

Once a persona was established, it was best not to casually alter it, or problems might arise.

Chen Ling recalled his previous state: he savagely tore off pieces of lamb with his bare hands, fiercely shoved them into his mouth, and chewed vigorously!

Ying Fu, along with the other guests, quietly took a few steps back, putting distance between themselves and Chen Ling.

After finishing another roasted lamb, Chen Ling sighed contentedly. The Silver King certainly provided plenty of food and drink; that was a good thing...

Just as Chen Ling was waiting for more food, a figure walked directly towards him.

"You can eat mine."

The speaker was a man entirely enveloped in a black cloak, with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem. A large hood obscured his face, making his appearance indistinct, but his voice was as gentle as jade.

Seeing the man's attire, Chen Ling was slightly taken aback.

"Are you from the Esoteric Sect?"

"...I used to be."

Upon receiving this answer, Chen Ling guessed the man's identity.

"I know you. You are Tian Huai," Chen Ling continued. "Huan Mang, the Young Sect Master of the Esoteric Sect, is your younger brother."

Among the human prodigies who left the deepest impression on Chen Ling during the struggle for the Heavenly Star Seat, Young Sect Master Huan Mang was undoubtedly one of them... Chen Ling remembered that the Young Sect Master's older brother was a pillar of the Hanging Jade Domain and one of the five Provisional Adjudicators who had come to the Boundless Domain this time.

"Huan Mang?" Hearing those two words, Tian Huai's tone seemed puzzled.

"No... I only had one younger brother, his name was Huan Wen, and he has passed away."

Chen Ling frowned deeply.

Huan Wen?

That was different from what Chen Ling knew... Chen Ling clearly remembered that the Young Sect Master on the list was named Huan Mang. Could it be a false name? Even so, he should still be alive... Could there be an internal issue within the Esoteric Sect?

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen?" Seeing Chen Ling standing still, Tian Huai's voice sounded again.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh... Nothing. So that's how it is."

For some reason, Chen Ling seemed to have been distracted just now.

"Thanks," Chen Ling said to Tian Huai, unable to recall what he had been thinking about, and then began to feast heartily.

Ying Fu, leaning against the wall in the distance, seemed to be constantly observing Chen Ling's direction. Upon seeing this scene, he fell into contemplation.

"Chen Ling, isn't it..."

Just as Chen Ling was about to finish eating, Chi Tong walked unhurriedly from a distance, pushing a food cart covered with a silver dome. His steps were relaxed and casual.

"Are you full? If not, I have more here."

Chen Ling glanced at him, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said indifferently, "No need, I'm already full."

"Are you sure you don't want any?"

Chi Tong shrugged. "This isn't something you see every day... It would be a shame not to try it."

Chen Ling stared at him coldly, wondering what he was up to.

"How about we take a look first?"

Chi Tong smiled slightly. He grabbed the silver cover on the food cart and gently lifted it... A handsome, fresh head lay quietly on the serving platter. The eyes, still blinking, widened in sudden shock as they took in the sight before them...

At the same time.

The figure in the large red opera robe raised their hands, feeling above their neck in astonishment... Sometime, unbeknownst to them, their neck had become empty.

The head of Chen Ling on the platter, its pupils suddenly contracted!