Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Chapter 210 One Way to Eat a Mahayana Stage Demonic Beast

One hundred large cauldrons were set up in the desolate square.

If the desolate wasteland before was a lifeless ruin, then the desolate wasteland now resembles a giant campsite holding a carnival.

Fifty thousand mortals, under the command of dozens of low-level cultivators, are dealing with the thousand-foot-long Devouring Python.

"Pull hard! Pull to the left!"

"This snakeskin is incredibly tough; only a Golden Core cultivator could cut it open!"

"Quickly, quickly, set up the pot! The city lord said that tonight the whole city will be eating snake soup!"

A strange fragrance filled the air.

That was the spiritual energy fluctuation emitted by the flesh and blood of a Mahayana-stage demon beast after cooking.

For ordinary people, a sip of this soup can prolong life and strengthen the body; for low-level cultivators, it is a highly nourishing substance comparable to elixirs.

And in front of the largest cauldron in the center of the square.

Sanbao Jiang Yeyao was sticking her little bottom out, waving a shovel that was even bigger than herself.

The red lotus mark between her brows flickered, and black and red chaotic demonic fire spewed from her palms as she "reduced" the sauce from the snake meat.

"The fire's too big! The fire's too big!" The demonic cultivator cook beside him was sweating profusely. "Third Miss, this is spiritual fire! It'll burn the pot through!"

"Shut up!" Jiang Yeyao snapped fiercely, "This is called stir-frying over high heat! Don't talk nonsense if you don't know!"

Not far away, Ye Wuhen was slicing snake meat with a dark expression, holding a gleaming demonic knife in his hand.

The mighty Demon Lord has been reduced to a lowly chopping block worker, simply because the snake meat is so firm that one cannot cut it without a certain level of cultivation.

Moreover, Jiang Yeyao requires that the sliced meat be of uniform thickness, otherwise it will affect the taste.

"What sins have I committed..." Ye Wuhen said as he cut the snake tenderloin, secretly stuffing a piece into his sleeve.

After the snake meat was processed, the discussion in the main hall suddenly took a turn.

Jiang Yining sat in the main seat, with a row of bottles and jars of wound medicine in front of her.

Several men sat on either side, each shedding their usual aloof facade and starting to... play the victim.

"hiss……"

Ye Wuhen suddenly gasped, clutching his chest, his brows furrowed, as if he were about to die. "I was whipped by that serpent just now; I'm afraid it damaged my heart meridian... Aning, why don't you rub it for me?"

Jiang Yining didn't even lift her eyelids: "It's a superficial wound, you won't die. There's some wound medicine on the table, apply it yourself."

Night Without Trace: "..."

On the other side, Ji Lingxiao silently rolled up his sleeves, revealing a deep, bone-revealing sword wound.

That was because when they tried to kill the snake at its vital point, the snake grazed them with its venomous fangs.

He remained silent, simply gazing at Jiang Yining with clear yet stubborn eyes, like a large, wounded dog seeking comfort.

Jiang Yining sighed, but finally stood up and walked up to him.

"Hand out."

Ji Lingxiao obediently reached out his hand.

The moment the cool fingertips touched the wound, the Sword Master, who remained unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, had a slight blush on his ears.

"It might hurt a little."

Jiang Yining infused the life force of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree into the wound, and the hideous flesh healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It doesn't hurt."

Ji Lingxiao said in a low voice, his gaze falling on her serious profile, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

"Ahem!"

Two heavy coughs came from the side.

Chu Jinglan toyed with the broken fan and said quietly, "Someone has thick skin and flesh, so naturally it doesn't hurt."

"But this fan, it was from when I was studying at the Jixia Academy... alas, it was also to save someone."

Not to be outdone, Bai Ze held up the charred corner of his robe to Jiang Yining: "A-Ning, look, this is the fabric you gave me, I can't bear to wear it..."

Jiang Yining was completely overwhelmed.

"Erbao!" she shouted.

"Yes." Chu Anyan walked in carrying an abacus.

"Keep their books."

Jiang Yining coldly pointed at the four drama queens.

"Ji Lingxiao's treatment fee is 500 spirit stones; Ye Wuhen's meat-cutting wages will be deducted from the medical expenses; half of Chu Jinglan's fan depreciation cost will be reimbursed; Bai Ze... he'll have to mend his own clothes!"

After dealing with this group of childish brats, Jiang Yining walked out of the main hall.

The sight before her made her pause slightly.

At the breach in the city wall, hundreds of ordinary craftsmen were busy at work. They polished the huge snake bones smooth piece by piece, then inserted them into the breach in the city wall like building blocks, and then poured in boiling molten iron.

That unique mortise and tenon structure, combined with the incredibly hard bones of a Mahayana-stage demon beast, actually created a defensive fortification that was even more solid than simply piling up spells.

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, but man will surely conquer nature."

Chu Jinglan had walked up to her at some point. Looking at the enthusiastic mortals, his eyes held less calculation and more insight. "Perhaps this is the true path."

Late at night.

The celebration banquet is still ongoing.

Beside the campfire, Ji Lingxiao held the hardest venomous fang in his hand, carving it bit by bit with his natal sword intent.

He clumsily polished it into a small bone sword and handed it to Da Bao, who was gnawing on a snake steak.

"For me?" Jiang Lei's eyes lit up.

"Um."

Ji Lingxiao turned his head away, feeling somewhat uncomfortable: "I think your heavy sword is too heavy, making it inconvenient for eating and sleeping. This bone sword is lighter, so I'll give it to you as a secondary sword."

Da Bao held the bone sword, a rare smile appearing on his lips.

On the other side, Bai Ze used the softest belly snakeskin to sew a pair of pink little boots for Wu Bao Jiang Si Yue. Two luminous pearls were also attached to them, making them sparkle when she walked.

"Is it pretty?" Bai Ze held his daughter, his eyes full of doting affection.

"It looks great! Thank you, Daddy!" Jiang Siyue gave him a big kiss on the cheek, making the Demon Emperor so happy he was practically rolling on the floor.

Even Ye Wuhen, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, secretly stuffed the terribly bitter but powerfully potent snake gall into Sanbao Jiang Yeyao's mouth.

"Ugh...bitter!" Jiang Yeyao frowned.

"Swallow it, it'll give you strength." Ye Wuhen pinched her nose until she swallowed before letting go, then patted her head triumphantly. "Eat this, and no one will be able to beat you in a fight from now on."

Everything seemed so wonderful.

Warm, lively, and full of hope.

Standing on the high platform, Jiang Yining watched this scene, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

I wish life could continue like this forever.

However, just as the laughter reached its peak...

"Click—"

The golden rice bowl that Si Bao Jiang Jingzhi was using to hold snake soup suddenly and without warning split in two.

Jiang Jingzhi was stunned, and then burst into tears.

It is an instinctive fear stemming from the Heavenly Secrets Dao Body.

At the same time.

Situ Kong, who was slightly tipsy, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, his face instantly turning ashen, and the tortoise shell in his hand shattered into powder.

"No...that's not right..."

His hand trembled as he pointed to the sky, his voice filled with unprecedented terror: "Don't...don't laugh...run..."

Jiang Yining suddenly looked up.

The once brilliant starry sky had been dyed a blinding blood red.

That blood moon, like a bloodshot eye, coldly gazed upon the earth.

The wind stopped.

The chirping of insects disappeared.

The air became thick and sticky, making it difficult to breathe.

"boom--!!"

Three terrifying pressures, like three ancient divine mountains, descended from the sky without warning, crashing heavily onto the desolate abyss.

The newly repaired city wall was instantly covered with cracks.

The cheering mortals, like felled wheat, fainted in droves.