Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 110 - 87: The Cruel Ancient Immortal Artifact, Bull Shield!

Chapter 110: Chapter 87: The Cruel Ancient Immortal Artifact, Bull Shield!

The giant restaurant was brightly lit, filled with the aroma of wine and meat, amidst relaxed music and joyful laughter.

This was the West State City Immortal Technique Committee hosting a celebration party for the "Underground Copper Hall Victory!"

The event was a buffet-style party, with a restaurant as large as a gymnasium, tables laden with all kinds of exquisite drinks, Chinese and Western cuisines, stir-fried dishes, cooked meals, cold and hot platters, fruits, and pastries — guests were free to help themselves.

At the table, Bai Mo wore a fine suit and was gnawing on a tomahawk steak, savoring the rich aroma of meat and butter—feeling great, though slightly confused inside.

"What do you mean by celebrating the Underground Copper Hall victory?

"Did the Committee actually win?"

Today, accompanying the master to the feast was the fox apprentice, Flying Legs.

This rascal sat beside the master, devouring a French roast spring chicken. In front of its table, a pile of chicken bones had formed a small hill.

With its not-so-rich chicken-eating experience, this chicken was quite extraordinary, unlike ordinary chickens—the taste was delicious, and seemed pricey!

After finishing this one, it picked up a napkin to wipe its paws and mouth. Turning its head, it glanced slyly towards a distant table, just catching sight of a waiter bringing in another large platter of roast spring chicken. It snatched its plate, "whoosh" sprung out of its seat, transformed into a red shadow, and darted to the table to snatch the roast spring chicken!

Even on Fox Mountain, among all the senior and junior brothers, it was the fastest—in speed and reinforced legs, exceeding others. At this moment, it utilized a little of its strength, enough to leave other competitors for roast spring chicken behind!

...

Fang Xiaoyu, holding a bowl of hot soup, came over to sit opposite Bai Mo, looking to chat with Bai Mo.

Her hair was untidily combed behind her head, face exhausted, skin oily, and dark circles under her eyes. Drinking a sip of hot soup, she slowly swallowed, closed her eyes, face full of relaxation.

"Sigh, these days have been exhausting!"

Bai Mo saw Fang Xiaoyu in this state for the first time.

"What have you been busy with?"

Fang Xiaoyu pointed to waves of guests moving around the restaurant, laughing, clinking glasses.

"Busy with them!

"Didn’t you notice this restaurant is particularly large this time? And the guests are extraordinarily many?

"West State City’s Immortal Technique Committee has just undergone a major expansion!

"These are all newly recruited Immortal Technique Committee members. I’ve been busy with recruitment during this period..."

It turned out that recent consecutive major events pushed the Immortal Technique Committee’s reputation far and wide. Many hidden Immortal-related Personnel came forth to join the Committee. Many newcomers dreaming of Immortal Cultivation followed the reputation to come.

Bai Mo nodded.

"That’s quite nice. The more staff the Committee has, the stronger it is, making West State City more stable and safer."

Fang Xiaoyu nodded and continued drinking her silver ear hot soup.

Bai Mo suddenly recalled the theme of this party.

"Today’s event is to celebrate the Underground Copper Hall victory? Did the Committee win at the Underground Copper Hall?"

Fang Xiaoyu nodded.

"You didn’t know?

"This time..."

She was just about to explain but was interrupted by the voice of Chairman Chen Shu on the central stage of the restaurant.

"Good evening, everyone!

"Tonight, we’ve gathered to celebrate the Committee’s massive victory once again.

"Our Committee Member Tie Shiba and Committee Member Wu Qingyun faced off against two Sequence Eight ruffians of the Dark World at the Underground Copper Hall.

"They successfully killed one ruffian and captured the other, only suffering minor injuries!"

The vast restaurant erupted with tidal waves of applause!

"Bravo!"

"Committee Member Wu Qingyun is impressive!"

"Master Tie is awesome!"

...

At the table, Fang Xiaoyu also broke into a smile, quite happy, her fatigue noticeably easing.

"Our Secretary-General stated that this victory holds significant importance!

"In the Sequence Eight high-level combat, we suffered minor injuries, while the enemy suffered a major defeat.

"This proves that the high-end combat power of our Committee far surpasses that of the Dark World."

With that, she sighed.

"Sigh, however, with this news spreading, more people want to join the Committee, meaning more workload and overtime for me!"

She furrowed her brow, picked up the bowl, and gulped down a mouthful of silver ear hot soup!

Across the table, Bai Mo looked at Fang Xiaoyu, then at Chairman Chen Shu speaking eloquently on the stage, couldn’t help but tug at the corner of his mouth.

Next to him, Flying Legs, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, also showed a puzzled expression.

Bai Mo tried asking Fang Xiaoyu.

"Wasn’t it said... there was treasure in the Underground Copper Hall..."

Fang Xiaoyu pouted.

"It’s all a misunderstanding, there’s no treasure.

"Chairman Chen Shu already stated, there was nothing in the Copper Hall."

Bai Mo suddenly realized this was Chairman Chen Shu blowing things out of proportion!

By not admitting there was treasure in Copper Hall, there’s no record of failing to protect the treasure.

And by linking the achievement of defeating two Sequence Eight members of the Dark World to the Committee, there’s an accomplishment.

With such maneuvering, the old man turned misfortune into fortune and completely puffed up his success...

Bai Mo looked again at Chairman Chen Shu speaking eloquently on the stage, seeing the old man in splendid attire, holding a microphone, his face aglow.

"...The enemy may have been strong, but our Committee Member Wu Qingyun and Committee Member Tie Shiba were even stronger..."

The old man stood tall and spoke confidently, seemingly no sign of exaggeration.

The guests below the stage were also honored, their cheeks flushed by his persuasion, occasionally cheering, sometimes bursting into waves of applause.

...

Having eaten and drunk, Bai Mo went to the restroom.

Flying Legs, also full, was closely following its master’s footsteps.

The phone in the pocket chimed "ding" "ding" with notifications.