Others cultivate immortality, but I man the wok. Others ride swords, but I stew eagles!
As head chef of the Blood Skull Demon Sect, I have just one rule:
"Whoever messes with me goes in the pot!"
I roast demon beasts with the sect's protective formation and chop scallions with its sacred weapon.
The Demon Venerable ate my red-braised lion's head and defected from the righteous path that very night.
"How is this just food? It has shattered my Dao heart!"
When the Immortal Realm's allied forces stormed our sect, I lifted the lid and sneered:
"What's the rush? You're next in the pot."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
