Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 938 898: Blandness

Just as everyone was questioning if their eyes were deceiving them, convinced the plate of bear paw had been present all along… they watched Lin Yi make a gesture, and in the blink of an eye, the numerous dishes before them vanished without a trace.

Indeed, not a single plate remained; everything disappeared, and even the low table vanished into thin air.

Only then did jaws drop once more, and the prior thought was swiftly dismissed. Was it merely a trick of the eyes? That pot of bear paw had undeniably vanished moments ago, leaving no room for doubt.

After all, could they not see that the very table had now disappeared along with the food?

Even if their vision blurred, even if they couldn't discern the exact number of dishes on a laden tray, an entire table had completely dematerialized.

It simply ceased to be before their eyes—how could they not be struck with astonishment?

How could they possibly remain unfazed?

In that instant, all eyes turned towards Lin Yi, the newly ascended ruler.

Concurrently, a distinct notion, a conjecture, a whispering rumor surfaced in their minds.

It was the circulating tale from earlier, suggesting this newly crowned king was, in fact, an Immortal descended from the heavens.

Yet, upon first hearing it, they had all dismissed it as mere jest.

After all, did the heavens truly exist?

Could Immortals possibly descend and share the mortal plane with them?

In their understanding, Immortals occupied a realm of supreme detachment, too noble to grace the human world.

Consequently, their previous demeanor towards Lin Yi had been no different than towards any other capable mortal.

The young eunuchs, you see, had not personally witnessed the events of the previous night.

This was also due to the stringent regulations within the Royal Palace. For these young eunuchs, regardless of the magnitude of any external commotion, unless the flames reached their own quarters, they were strictly forbidden from venturing outside.

This meant that once night descended, or during their off-duty hours, they were required to remain confined to their rooms, with no liberty to roam.

Thus, despite the significant disturbance the previous night, many individuals observed nothing firsthand, while countless others dared not step a single inch from their chambers.

At this very moment, Lin Yi casually enacted another wave of his hand, stowing the grand table laden with dishes into the System Space. He then directly addressed the void within the System Space:

"Assist me in determining if any of the items on this table are detrimental to the human body."

As Lin Yi's voice resonated through the space, the System Space promptly responded:

"Following the System Space's analysis, no toxins have been detected."

Upon hearing this confirmation, Lin Yi finally offered a nod of satisfaction and re-materialized the entire table of dishes.

The sudden reappearance of the dishes had already rendered all the young eunuchs utterly desensitized. Their surprise had waned, replaced by a vacant stare at the unfolding scene, as if this inexplicable event had somehow become normalized.

Certainly, within their hearts, their perception of the newly crowned king had undergone a complete revision.

It seemed the previous whispers were not mere rumor after all. This individual might indeed be a celestial Immortal.

For such extraordinary feats could only be attributed to Immortals, not ordinary mortals.

Precisely for this reason, their gazes upon Lin Yi were now imbued with profound, unshakeable fear.

This fear stemmed directly from their deepest convictions, not from any harshness or mistreatment by Lin Yi.

It was simply that Lin Yi's perceived stature far, far surpassed their own.

How could a common person not feel awe and trepidation in the presence of an Immortal?

How could they possibly not be overcome with fear?

Who could say if an Immortal might casually flick a finger and obliterate them instantly? Such occurrences were far from being unheard of.

After all, this was precisely how such tales were invariably depicted in stories and popular novels.

However, Lin Yi, at this juncture, remained oblivious to these shifting sentiments, nor did he pay them any heed. After conjuring the complete table of dishes back into existence, he simply waved his hand and addressed Xiao Chen beside him:

"Very well. I have personally verified this table of dishes; there is absolutely no trace of poison. You may depart."

Xiao Chen paused, his lips parting as if to utter a response. Yet, recalling the spectacle from moments prior, he forcibly suppressed the words poised on his tongue.

He answered with a simple "Yes," followed by a bow before stepping back.

He wasn't joking—he had personally witnessed such a spectacle. The individual before him was akin to an Immortal, a being capable of deciding a person's fate with a mere flick of their wrist.

What could possibly be the concern about detecting poison in food?

Come now, would such a transcendent Immortal truly harbor fears of being poisoned?

Even if the food had indeed been tainted, it might affect ordinary mortals, but for an Immortal, its impact would likely be negligible.

What Lin Yi failed to comprehend was that his actions today would alleviate considerable future burdens.

Once the events of this day became widespread knowledge, no one would dare to tamper with his meals again. They would all understand one irrefutable fact: regardless of the toxicity of any concoction, if it entered his dish, he would remain utterly unfazed.

Setting aside considerations for the future, let us return to Lin Yi's present situation.

Gazing upon the table laden with numerous dishes before him, he extended his hand, selecting a pair of intricately carved dragon-patterned chopsticks. He then reached for a dish that, at the very least, presented an appealing visual.

He procured a morsel and casually placed it into his mouth.

Judging solely by its appearance, this dish resembled braised pork and should have offered a delightful taste. However, the instant the bite touched his tongue, his brows furrowed infinitesimally.

This particular piece of meat, despite its crimson and lustrous facade, bore no resemblance in flavor to braised pork.

Furthermore, it lacked even the subtlest notes of saltiness or sweetness.

The sole impression this dish imparted was one of being: gamey and utterly unseasoned.

From this single taste, Lin Yi deduced that the meat was either beef or mutton.

And more crucially, the manner in which this dish was prepared…

[To be continued…]