Chen Muxue and Cen Li tacitly threw the hermit from the Hidden Forest onto the table in the middle of the main hall. The guests who were eating at that table had long since avoided them and looked at Chen Muxue.
The latter chuckled and pointed at the hermit. "He's treating. He's the boss's relative."
The manager and the head chef heard the commotion and ran out. They couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the unconscious hermit lying on the table, covered in dust and vegetable oil.
The head chef rubbed his eyes and confirmed that the person lying on the table was the hermit from the Hidden Forest and not Chen Muxue. His voice was trembling. "H-He's..."
Although the manager's expression was also very ugly, he immediately reacted, "Young lady, no, Sect Master…"
"This person is probably with you guys, right?" Chen Muxue patted the dust off her hands.
The manager's face was livid. "Ahem, I don't know this cultivator. I'm afraid you've made a mistake."
"Is that so?" Chen Muxue's eyes flashed with a teasing look. "Before he fainted, he said that he was here because of the restaurant."
The manager's face turned from green to black.
What was going on? How could this be possible? Wasn't this woman in front of him only in the Foundation Building Stage? Why did the hermit from the Hidden Forest, who was at the peak of the Golden Core Stage, faint and was dragged here by them?
"Actually, I didn't come here for anything. It's just that this man broke one of my tables. Oh, my table is a golden nanmu table passed down from generation to generation in the Heavenly Cauldron Sect. It would be fine if it were just ordinary golden nanmu wood, but it's a table that has been nurtured by immortal spiritual energy for eighty-one years. It's hard to find in the world!"
Chen Muxue shook her head as she spoke and stretched out a finger. "Since he's one of your people and he broke the table, you should compensate me, right? I don't want much, just a thousand taels of silver."
Cen Li was speechless as he listened from the side. He did not know where the ordinary wooden table was from, but it had risen in value in this way.
"A thousand taels! Why don't you just rob someone?!" the head chef couldn't help but shout.
The manager quickly patted him and used his eyes to signal him to shut up, as if to say, "Can't you see that our backstage staff is lying on the table, half-dead?"
No matter how bad the Foundation Building Stage was, it was only useful for cultivators. For ordinary people like them, it was still at the level of the clouds in the sky!
Chen Muxue seemed to be in a difficult position as she thought about it. After a while, she said with a face full of reluctance, "Ah, I really have no choice. Seeing how small your restaurant is, I don't think you can afford it. However, I'm a kind person, so I'll be more lenient. You can just pay me a hundred taels."
"You're using your identity as a cultivator to commit crimes. If we report this, the government and the cultivation world will come to arrest you!" the head chef said unwillingly.
The owner only took 30% of the restaurant's income, and the manager took 30% of the remaining 70%. He knew how much money the restaurant had in its account.
When it was a thousand taels, he had only shouted out of shock and had no intention of stopping her. This was because he knew that they could not take out that kind of amount. Even if she killed them, they would not be able to do anything. However, when it was a hundred taels, he could not hold it in anymore and started to threaten Chen Muxue to give up.
Because they really had a hundred taels!
Chen Muxue had some understanding of such a large structure. In this world, there were many cultivators in the imperial court. Moreover, the imperial court and the cultivation world each had an association to manage the affairs of the cultivators in the mortal world to ensure the lives of ordinary people.
Even though Chen Muxue didn't really ask for a hundred taels, he actually started to spew threats.