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

Jiang Yining tossed the vine in her hand.

The golden-winged roc cried out in grief and indignation.

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

It folded its wings and landed obediently on a clearing in the center of the square with a perfectly executed diving motion, even sticking its neck out.

It finally understood.

In this terrifying household, becoming food is the only way out, at least it's a quick and painless death.

If they resist... just look at that rhinoceros that's being kept alive and fresh by Ye Wuhen while he's picking its bones.

It's too awful.

It's really miserable.

With the capture of the three Mahayana-stage demonic beasts, the blood moon in the sky seemed afraid that this family would casually pluck it down and sell it for money, and quietly shrank back into the clouds.

Jiang Yining deactivated her Five Elements Armor, and her body swayed slightly.

Although the battle just now seemed easy and overwhelming, it actually put a tremendous strain on her soul.

After all, that was a forced advancement in cultivation level with the help of external forces.

Ji Lingxiao reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and asking, "Are you alright?"

Jiang Yining leaned weakly against him, her face pale.

Ji Lingxiao's heart tightened, and he was about to speak.

Then he heard Jiang Yining say in his ear in a weak but firm voice:

"Quick... those are the crest feathers of the Golden-Winged Roc... don't let that spendthrift Bai Ze ruin them... they can be used to make top-grade talisman brushes... worth a fortune..."

Ji Lingxiao: "..."

He looked down at the woman in his arms, who was obsessed with money, and his lips twitched slightly, but the tenderness in his eyes was so deep that it couldn't be melted away.

"Okay, whatever you say."

The battle is over.

But the excitement in the desolate abyss has only just begun.

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

Moreover, it's the kind of super luxurious camping trip with top-quality ingredients.

"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 pots! The city lord said there's a feast for the whole city tonight! All the meat from Mahayana-stage demon beasts is free!"

On the plaza of the desolate abyss, a hundred huge black iron pots had already been set up.

It emits a faint, spiritual fragrance when burning.

The pot was bubbling with a milky white broth, made from the bones of the Nine-Headed Demon Lion, with lingzhi mushrooms the size of a washbasin and ginseng as thick as an arm floating in it.

These were all found in the storage bags of those unfortunate monsters when we were cleaning up the battlefield.

The air was filled with an irresistible aroma of meat.

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

I haven't even digested the snake meat I ate earlier, and I'm already eating more here. I couldn't be happier.

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

Ye Wuhen was wearing an extremely incongruous pink apron and holding the blood-drinking demonic sword in his hand, "slicing duck" for the Golden-Winged Roc.

"I, the mighty Demon Lord... am always stuck here as a cook..."

Ye Wuhen muttered to himself as he swiftly brought down his knife.

Swish swish!

The demonic blade blurred into afterimages, slicing each piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing its texture when light shone through.

Jiang Yeyao, perched by the stove with her little bottom sticking out, waved a spatula bigger than herself, directing the Demon Lord as he worked: "Daddy's clumsy! Mommy said this is called stir-frying over high heat! We need to lock in the juices!"

"Yes, yes, Yao Yao is right." Ye Wuhen's expression changed instantly, and he squatted down with a fawning look. "How was Daddy's knife work? Can Daddy be rewarded with a kiss?"

"Hmph, we'll see how they perform."

Jiang Yeyao turned her head away haughtily and secretly stuffed a piece of the best pork tenderloin into her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she ate.

Situ Kong was holding half a chicken wing in his hand, eating it with his mouth full of oil.

He suddenly limped up to Jiang Yining, intending to offer his congratulations and ask for a reward.

Suddenly, his foot stepped on something hard.

It was a token that fell out of the dismembered corpse of the Golden-Winged Roc.

The token was entirely black, made of neither gold nor jade, and engraved with an ancient and eerie rune, emanating a chilling aura.

Situ Kong picked up the token, glanced at it, and his originally rosy face instantly turned deathly pale. The chicken wings in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

"This is……"

Jiang Yining noticed something was wrong and came over: "What's wrong? It's just a broken sign."

"No...it's not a broken sign..."

Situ Kong's hand trembled as he pointed to the runes on the token, his voice filled with deep fear:

"This is a soul tablet... and it's the soul tablet of a core disciple."

He suddenly looked up at Jiang Yining, his eyes filled with terror:

"These three Mahayana-stage demonic beasts... are not wild demonic beasts... they are 'hunting falcons' that have been raised by someone."

"We...ate someone's carefully raised pet..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Ye Wuhen stopped wielding his knife, Ji Lingxiao frowned, and Chu Jinglan stopped waving his fan.

Everyone was looking at the token and the "pet meat" bubbling in the pot not far away.

Only Jiang Yining.

She paused for two seconds, then reached out and took the token from Situ Kong's hand.

"The craftsmanship is quite good; if we melt it down, we might be able to forge a magical artifact."

Then, Jiang Yining picked up a skewer of grilled roc wings that was sizzling with oil, took a big bite, and ate it with her mouth full of oil.

"So what if you ate it?"

She gave a cold laugh, her gaze piercing through the clouds, as if meeting the greedy gaze of some being high in the heavens.

"It's a bit dry; next time I'll ask him to send a tenderer one."

"The rule in the Desolate Abyss is that once you arrive, you're a guest (or food). Whether you're a pet from the upper realm or a demon king from the lower realm, once you're in my pot, you're my meat."

"Erbao, keep playing the music, keep eating!"

"Anyone who doesn't eat their fill at tonight's meal is disrespecting me!"

After a brief silence, the square erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers.

Forget about the upper and lower realms; even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. What's most important right now is this incredibly nourishing meat soup that's a once-in-a-millennium treat!

Only four men exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of seriousness in the other's eyes.

If I don't become stronger, how can I protect this audacious, crazy woman who dares to cause a huge mess?