Chapter 25: Extreme Hunger, News of the Spirit Soldier

  Zhuo Yifan suddenly fainted, causing a commotion among the people of Zhuo's household. No one knew how long he had slept, but when he finally opened his eyes in a daze, he saw dozens of people rushing about, their shadows moving back and forth, creating a lively scene.

  On the side, mature beauty Zhuo Hanlan carefully held silk to wipe sweat for Zhuo Yifan. Old man Zhuo was even more anxious and restless, constantly looking around, almost going crazy, scolding loudly, "Damn these two goods, competing with my grandson, must have used some despicable trick. How could he faint suddenly?!"

  "Fan Er! Are you awake?"

  Zhuo Mu was overjoyed, stretched out a hand, and carefully examined Zhuo Yifan's handsome small face back and forth, as if she were examining an artifact. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her cherry lips made a soft humming sound: "Four days of intense practice, eating in the wind and sleeping under the dew, you must be exhausted! Look at you, so thin... Mother's body is much better now, I'll go make some nourishing soup for you."

  "No! Absolutely not!" Zhuo Yifan hastily refused.

  "After such a hard training, nutrition must not be able to keep up, Hanlan just went to simmer, this kid won't drink! Hmph... I'll force-feed him! The body is the capital, what time is it now and still being stubborn? Right, have you felt uncomfortable? That old bone and little thing won't collude with each other, won't poison you?" Before Zhuo Mu could say a few words, Zhuo Lao Tai heard this and suddenly burst into flames, angrily humming, the deep and wise eyes flashing with all kinds of anxious expressions.

  "Uh... Grandpa, Mom, Fang didn't mean to be disobedient, you've misunderstood. It's not that Fang doesn't want to eat... it's just that right now... could you please find something for me to fill my stomach? I'm really... very hungry!"

  No sooner had he finished speaking than a thunderous growl erupted from Zhuo Yifan's stomach, startling even himself.

  Is this kid starving?

  Everyone had an expression of sudden realization.

  "Someone! Bring all edible things here!"

  Old Master Zhuo stared at his grandson, shouting loudly without turning his head. The row of maids standing behind him scurried out to find food with the shout. Madam Zhuo also rushed out in a hurry.

  But often, a bowl of noodles is directly brought over from one end of the kitchen.

  This steaming bowl of vegetable and meat noodle soup was originally made by a few chefs in the Zhuo family kitchen for the servants to eat, but unexpectedly it was snatched away by the second young master who was in a hurry.

  Looking at this steaming hot white noodle, a feeling of extreme hunger makes my whole body boil!

  Zhuo Yifan couldn't bear it anymore, his hands trembled as he stretched out, without even picking up chopsticks, and shoveled the big bowl into his mouth with a wolfish appetite! In the blink of an eye, even the soup was gone, not a single drop left, all entering Zhuo Yifan's belly.

  "What's wrong? What's happening to me?" Zhu Yifan still put down the bowl with both hands trembling, frowning, as if he felt something was off inside his body.

  One person, no matter how hungry, should be full after eating a big bowl of noodles. Even if this person is a big eater, at least their stomach should feel bloated. But for me, it's like drinking water, without even savoring the taste, I can down a whole bowl of noodles in an instant, and it seems to disappear into thin air, digested without a trace.

  "How are you? Is it any better?" Zhuo asked Tian hurriedly, seeing his grandson frowning and feeling a few degrees of anxiety in his heart.

  "Not enough! I'm still very hungry!" Zhuo Yifan shook his head with a bitter smile, his doubts still lingering.

  "Haha! Good! The more you eat, the better your body is! My family may not have anything else, but we've got plenty of food!" Zhuo asked Tian to tug at his beard, and burst out laughing.

  At this time, the second wave has arrived, thirty white buns, thirty meat buns, and thirty vegetable buns.

  As soon as he saw the food, Zhuo Yifan's hands were completely out of control, as if he hadn't eaten for eight hundred years. His two eyes shone brightly, and ninety steamed buns were solved at a speed that swept away the clouds and scattered the mist, without even leaving any crumbs behind.

  In a short while, three large basins were empty, and the three maids who had come to deliver food covered their mouths, looking at the second young master of the Zhuo family with horror.

  The old master Zhu standing beside him was so shocked that his mouth could drop, staring with his eyes wide open as if he was looking at a monster. He stood there for a moment, then suddenly asked: "You... are you full now?"

  "I'm full..."

  Zhuo Yifan panted heavily and said. But in fact, he didn't feel full, just that his hunger had slightly alleviated.

  A big bowl of noodles and ninety steamed buns, that's enough for an average person to eat for ten days. If he still says he's not full, even Zhuo Yifan would feel embarrassed.

  "My body is indeed problematic. With my original appetite, I can only eat ten mantou even if I stuff myself to death. Who can tell me what's going on?"

  Eating a lot is actually not scary, what's scary is that after eating, there isn't the slightest bit of change, and you can't feel the sensation of being full.

  Now Zhuo Yifan found himself like a bottomless pit. With his inner vision, he saw that as soon as food entered his stomach, it would be instantly disintegrated and turned into a tiny stream of gas, disappearing in all directions.

  He was truly terrified, clenching his fists tightly, closing his eyes slightly, and taking a few long deep breaths before managing to calm himself down.

  "Yi Fan..." Zhuo asked, staring at his grandson in a daze, sizing him up and down as if he were a strange creature: "Yi Fan... are you sure there's nothing wrong with your body?"

  The maidservants around her lowered their heads one after another, equally stunned for a good while, and couldn't help but secretly laugh.

  "It's nothing. I'm fine..." After a long time, Zhuo Yifan finally replied, but hesitated and stopped speaking.

  "Back off." Zhuo asked with a stern expression, dispersing the crowd. "Now it's just you and me. Tell Grandfather the truth, is there something wrong with your body? Your appetite has suddenly become so big?"

  "I don't know either... This time when I went to the Qingyang Mountains, I drank from the mountain springs when I was thirsty and ate wild fruits when I was hungry. Fang'er remembers that at that time, I ate a strange-shaped big red fruit, and as a result, my strength increased greatly. How could it be that I would become so gluttonous?" When Zhuo Qiantian asked him questions, Zhuo Yifan's heart skipped a beat, hesitated for a moment, and still told a small lie.

  There are two reasons. Firstly, he himself does not know why he has become so capable of eating and cannot explain it at all. Secondly, he feels that if he doesn't figure out this sudden problem, disaster will strike. At the same time, he doesn't want to make Zhuo Wentai worry too much.

  "Is this really a wonderful encounter? It's truly heaven's blessing for the Zhuo family!" Zhuo asked Tian, who didn't think much of it and trusted his grandson completely.

  After all, there are still many unexplainable things in this world. He looked at Zhuo Yifan again and smiled: "Yifan's trip to Qingyang Mountains this time has yielded a lot, just now Grandfather took a look at your luggage, the wealth inside is worth at least five million taels. Grandfather feels very relieved."

  "It's just good luck." Zhuo Yifan chuckled and shook his head, gazing at the bulging package beside him, then smiled and said: "Just use these five million taels to prepare some Lingdan, so that every member of the Zhuo family can strive for greatness, only then will the Zhuo family prosper day by day."

  "By the way, what's going on with Zhuo Wen Zhan, Zhuo Guan Ying and that fat guy now? Although the Zhuo family is united for the time being, Grandfather still needs to be careful not to leak this news. Taking advantage of the Wu and Fang families not noticing us yet, this period of time will be the golden opportunity for the Zhuo family's great development!" After some thought, Zhu Yi Fan still cautiously reminded him.

  "Your grandfather, I am not a fool. Even if the Zhao family is powerful, this news will not be spread. And everything about you, I have ordered to seal off, as for that old bone and those two small things, they are all locked in the underground secret room by me. Everything, just waiting for Fan Er to bring your father out from the Blood Prison, you and your father will be a pair of trump cards for our Zhao family!"

  Zhuo asked Tian to laugh, pinched his face, and the two grandfathers and grandchildren laughed very happily.

  For sixteen years, Master Zhuo has been plagued by too many misfortunes. First, he lost his son, then his wife passed away. His grandson worked so hard, but heaven didn't give him a chance. The Zhuo family was also stirred up by his own brother, almost to the point of separation.

  All misfortunes are connected with Zhuo Wen Tian.

  But! Just as things had reached their worst, a change for the better came!

  Heaven has blessed his grandson, Zhuo Yifan, making him a sudden appearance, solving the urgent problem of the Zhuo family; and he is mature and sensible, doing things steadily, thinking three times before acting, with nimble thoughts. Just one word of reminder also carries a deep meaning of old strategy.

  Alas, Heaven has pity!

  "Did Fang Er just say he wanted to buy a Ling Dan? This matter is not urgent, the key for now is still preparing for the Blood Prison." Putting down his excitement, Zhuo Dajie seemed to calm down on the surface, but in his heart, he was still excited. He took out a list from his pocket and chuckled, "During your coma, Zhen Bao Ge sent a auction list to my family, and it just so happens that there is a Han Jie Sword on it! This is a spiritual sword!"

  "Spirit Soldier!" At the sound of this, Zuo Yifan's eyes lit up instantly, and he let out an excited near-shriek.