Chapter 147 The Great Emperor Becomes a Deliveryman! This Delivery Order is Headed to the Underworld?
"Ding! Detected that host Ye Feng has completed the 'Convenience Store Owner' seclusion achievement. Current worldly state of mind: Return to simplicity, the ultimate perfection!" "Due to the host staying in Ye Family Village for too long, his bones are almost rusty, and recently the complaint rate of the multiverse food delivery platforms has surged, with countless old monsters in forbidden lands reporting that they've been waiting forever." "Now activating the ultimate random worldly identity: Ele.me of the myriad realms—Supreme Yellow Robe Knight. Note: 99.99999999999999% of the host's cultivation has been sealed. Current identity is an 'ordinary,' yellow-clad, sun-drenched deliveryman." "Current mission: Regardless of gods or demons, punctuality is essential. Does the host wish to activate: 'Conquer the Universe' mode, letting those evil ancestors who think they're untraceable because of their location in the temporal turbulence understand that in the face of my punctuality, dimensional barriers are nothing but a thin layer of paper?"
Shanghai, a summer afternoon.
Cicadas were chirping incessantly in the sycamore trees, and the asphalt road was almost melting from the heat. In front of a shop called "Old Zhang's Lanzhou Ramen," Ye Feng was straddling an electric scooter, wearing a bright yellow delivery vest, and the windshield of his helmet was covered in scratches.
Who would have thought that this young man, who was being penalized by his phone for "overtime by three minutes" and was sighing at the sun, had casually crushed an Epoch Terminator just last night?
"Ali, is the battery on my electric scooter about to die? It was crawling like a snail just now when we were going up that overpass." Ye Feng casually pulled a crumpled tissue from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his neck.
"Hehe, boss... no, rider Ye. This is called an 'immersive experience.' If I gave you a somersault cloud, would it still be called food delivery? It would be called delivering celestial energy."
At this moment, Hu Yanli transformed into a food delivery scheduler wearing a tank top, holding a walkie-talkie, and squatting behind an electric scooter to check the tires.
"Rider Ye, stop complaining. A new order has arrived, and this one is no ordinary one. Delivery address: Netherworld, Fengdu City, the third pavilion at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness. Notes: Extra spicy, noodles must not be clumpy, a bad review for being one second late, and I'll swallow the delivery driver whole."
"The Netherworld? These days even ghosts are ordering takeout?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and took the food box. "Alright, since I've accepted the order, I'll let him know what 'overdue compensation' means—he can't afford to sign for it."
"Let's go!"
The moment Ye Feng stepped onto the electric bike and turned the handlebars.
The electric vehicle, which was originally dilapidated and even had one of its rearview mirrors missing, suddenly had a faint glint of dark red "true meaning of karmic fire" flashing at its wheel hub.
Whoosh—!
A yellow bolt of lightning ripped through the space of Shanghai, leaving a faint smell of burning in the air.
The traffic police on the roadside only saw a blur before their eyes, and the radar speed detector instantly started smoking and became unusable.
"Report... There was a yellow light just now, traveling at 30,000 kilometers per second, running a red light..."
At this moment, in the Netherworld.
A chilling wind howled, and eerie green ghostly flames danced in the sky. Countless spirits lined up, their expressions blank, and headed towards the Bridge of Helplessness.
In the pavilion at the bridgehead, an old man dressed in a dark gold imperial robe, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura, was impatiently slamming his fist on the table. He was a reclusive judge from the underworld, who, having been in seclusion for too long, had developed a strong craving for a bowl of ramen in the mortal realm.
"Not here yet? Five hundred years have passed... No, five minutes have passed in the mortal realm! Is the efficiency of doing things this low these days?" The judge sneered, and the surrounding space shattered inch by inch because of his anger.
"Your Honor, please calm down. The mortal realm and the underworld are separated by nine layers of abyss and the chaotic winds of time and space. Even a Great Immortal would have to travel for half a day to reach them..." the little ghost beside him explained tremblingly.
Before he could finish speaking...
boom--!
A deafening roar came from the entrance of the Bridge of Helplessness.
The once impregnable Bridge of Helplessness, a symbol of the cycle of reincarnation, was smashed in half by an electric car that was flashing with sparks.
A young man in a yellow work uniform, carrying a blue lunchbox, gracefully drifted through the flying limbs of ghostly soldiers and came to a steady stop in front of the judge.
"Your takeout: Extra spicy Lanzhou noodles. Eat it while it's hot."
Ye Feng took off his helmet, shook his sweat-dampened hair, and handed over a still-steaming takeout box.
The entire room fell silent.
The spirits on the Bridge of Helplessness forgot to cry, Meng Po's soup ladle fell into the pot, and the judge's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"You...you actually smashed the Bridge of Helplessness just to deliver a bowl of noodles?" The judge pointed at Ye Feng with a trembling voice. His imperial might seemed to have met its nemesis in front of Ye Feng, shrinking to less than a matchstick.
"The bridge can be repaired if it's broken, but if my on-time rate is low, I'll lose my bonus." Ye Feng brushed the dust off his nose, his eyes calm. "Hurry up and sign, I have to go back to the mortal realm to deliver the next order. If this order is late, the back office will deduct two yuan from my pay."
The judge looked at the bowl of noodles, then at the impact crater behind Ye Feng that had almost turned into a black hole, and cold sweat poured down his spine.
He could clearly sense that the young man before him possessed a causal law that was more ancient than reincarnation and more terrifying than annihilation!
"Sign! I'll sign right now! Five-star review! Definitely five-star review!"
The judge's hand trembled as he quickly swiped the phone Ye Feng handed him.
"Thanks. By the way, you in the underworld can reimburse the bridge repair costs yourselves; I'm not responsible for compensation."
Ye Feng put his helmet back on and turned the handle.
boom--!
The electric scooter transformed into a golden ray once more, piercing the sky of the underworld and vanishing without a trace under the watchful eyes of countless ghosts and gods.
Back in the mortal realm, in the heart of Shanghai.
"Captain, the next order is even more outrageous." Hu Yanli's voice rang out in the earpiece, tinged with schadenfreude. "Address: Room 302, Obstetrics and Gynecology Department, Shanghai Central Hospital. Note: The expectant father is too nervous and needs a golden fried rice to calm his nerves. Requirement: It must be delivered by the most handsome deliveryman, otherwise the expectant mother will not give birth."
"...Is having a child these days so dramatic?" Ye Feng sighed. "Is the fried rice ready?"
"Alright, this is made with 'Ten Thousand Years of Xuanhuang Rice,' it's bursting with wok hei!"
Ye Feng turned the car around. In the bustling downtown area, he was like a fish swimming. Even in the most congested sections of the road, he could find a gap in space in milliseconds.
Inside the hospital.
A wealthy young man worth hundreds of billions was pacing anxiously, with bodyguards lined up in two rows behind him, completely blocking the corridor.
"Doctor! Has my wife not given birth yet? Is it because the takeout hasn't arrived?" The young master was so anxious that he scratched his head.
"Sir, there is no necessary connection between giving birth and taking out food..." The doctor was speechless.
Just then, the elevator doors opened with a "ding".
Ye Feng, carrying a lunchbox, swaggered over amidst the astonished gazes of the bodyguards.
"Your golden fried rice. It's best enjoyed hot; it's incredibly calming."
The young master was stunned. He looked at Ye Feng's face, which was so handsome that even though it was covered in sweat, it still made the stars pale in comparison. He subconsciously took the lunchbox.
"You...you're the most handsome deliveryman?"
"No, I'm the top orderer in this area." Ye Feng smiled faintly. "Hurry up and eat, your son will be out soon after you finish."
The young master subconsciously scooped up a mouthful of fried rice and put it in his mouth.
boom!
An indescribable vitality and spiritual energy exploded within him, and the anxiety he had felt was instantly replaced by a grand and peaceful will.
Immediately afterwards, a clear cry came from the delivery room.
"It's born! It's born! It's a genius with a Qilin bone!" The nurse ran out excitedly.
The crowd cheered.
Ye Feng received a notification from the system: "Order delivered, customer gave a five-star rating, and you have been awarded the 'Life Guardian' badge."
"Done. Ali, next order."
For the next two weeks, a legend of a "god of food delivery" emerged in Shanghai.
A grandmaster in seclusion atop a snow-capped mountain at an altitude of 8,000 meters wanted a cup of milk tea, so Ye Feng braved a blizzard, rode his electric scooter, and flew directly to the summit, the ice in the milk tea not even melting; a scientist researching forbidden weapons in a secret base 3,000 meters deep in the ocean wanted a serving of Shanghai-style steamed buns, so Ye Feng rode his electric scooter, parting the vast ocean currents, and delivered the buns to his lab table; even when two superpowered legions were engaged in a devastating battle in the wilderness, Ye Feng rode his scooter across the center of the battlefield.
"Cease fire! Cease fire now! Don't hurt that delivery guy!"
The two commanders were terrified when they saw that yellow figure. They had seen it on satellite imagery: a deliveryman, blocked by a giant dragon, smashed the adult, sacred dragon into a wall hanging with his delivery box.
Ye Feng stopped in the middle of the trench and said to one of the soldiers, "Your fried chicken has arrived. Even though the two armies are at war, we still need to eat. Come on, sign here."
All the soldiers watched the yellow figure disappear into the distance, and then they all laid down their weapons.
"What's the point of fighting? Even the Emperor is delivering takeout, what reason do we have not to work hard to live our lives?"
That night, Ye Feng finally delivered his last order.
He rode his electric scooter slowly back to the entrance of the small shop in Yejia Village.
The moonlight was like water.
The three ladies, Ning Rongrong, Su Jiu'er, and Xiao Wu, were sitting on small stools by the door, each holding a takeout order.
"Dear rider Ye, you've worked hard." Ning Rongrong looked at him with a half-smile. "I heard you went to the obstetrics and gynecology department today and also became a 'Goddess of Fertility'?"
"That's business, business!" Ye Feng quickly got off the car and nervously hung up his helmet.
"Business, huh?" Su Jiu'er walked over, her slender fingers tracing the fabric of Ye Feng's work clothes, a sly glint in her eyes. "Then why hasn't my 'Emperor's Kiss' arrived yet? Are you trying to get a bad review?"
"This...this is an added-value service, and delivery can only be done after closing time at night." Ye Feng blushed.
"Close the door? You seem pretty energetic right now." Xiao Wu jumped up and snatched the order form from Ye Feng's hand. "Oh dear, there's still one order left to deliver! Address: My big bed at home. Item delivered: A complete Ye Feng. Note: Refusal to accept delivery will result in divorce."
"My wives, please have mercy on me! I rode 50,000 kilometers today, my legs are about to break..."
"Even if it's broken, we still have to send it!"
The three goddesses each grabbed one of Ye Feng's arms, and amidst Hu Yanli's snickering "Take care, Captain," they shoved each other into the house.
I am Ye Feng. I can traverse the Nine Netherworlds, I can cross galaxies. In this vast world of food delivery, I am the invincible knight. But the most difficult order for me to deliver in my life is always the 'insatiable greed' of these three ancestors in my family!