Little Junior Brother Taotie's Meal Ticket for Cultivating Immortality

Su Xiaoman, who was born with useless spiritual roots, was told that he would not live to be twenty years old. He accidentally touched the ancient gluttonous seal due to his gluttony. The awakening of a special destiny caused a strange phenomenon in the world, and was taken back to the sect as a reserve food by the elders of the Tianyan Sect's dining hall. "This steamed bun is so delicious!" Su Xiaoman squatted on the bluestone steps, her fair cheeks bulging like a hamster, and debris fell on the patched skirt. There was a long queue in front of the Tianyan Sect's mountain gate, but he was the only one holding a bamboo basket and eating happily, attracting frequent glances from the teenagers around him. The purple-robed deacon suddenly threw out the dust and blocked the way: "Little fat man, you can't even light up the spiritual stone, what are you doing?" Su Xiaoman blinked his round almond-shaped eyes and took out the oil paper bag from his arms: "But... My mother said that she can only go home after eating the Poria cakes provided by ten sects." He licked his fingertips stained with sugar with his pink tongue, and counted on his fingers: "I just ate seven, and I still need three osmanthus-flavored ones and two sesame seeds..." "Nonsense!" The purple-robed deacon was so angry that his beard trembled, and green light gathered in his palms, "Is Tianyan Sect a dining hall?" Before he finished speaking, the bamboo basket in Su Xiaoman's arms suddenly burst into golden light. The leftover steamed bun dregs flew in the air, forming a gluttonous pattern in mid-air. The entire Wenxin Staircase shook violently, and a deafening roar of beasts came from the sea of ​​clouds. Su Xiaoman only felt hot on the back of his neck, and the blurry afterimage of the bronze mirror emerged in the sea of ​​​​consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, there was a bronze Taotie pattern on his palm, and his stomach growled. "Hungry..." He rubbed his stomach aggrievedly, completely unaware of the deathly silence around him. The elder Chuan Gong with white beard and hair came over the clouds, staring at the shadow under his clothes and gasping for air - that black mist was clearly the outline of an ancient ferocious beast.