My Gold-Gobbling Taotie Becomes a God by Eating Everything

Good-for-nothing Wang Ergou from Qingshan Village picked up an orange cat, only to get a faceful of sparks spat at him.

“Y-You mortal! Hurry up and offer me Red Jade Balm!” The puffed-up little ball licked the roasted sweet potato crumbs off its paw, and a tiny flame puffed from the tip of its tail.

Seeing the flashing red [Insufficient Satiety Warning] in front of him, Wang Ergou grabbed his iron wok and charged into the sect’s spirit fields.

Others need heart’s blood to form a contract with divine beasts. He feeds his divine beast with street food.

Others cultivate by meditating in seclusion. He levels up by unlocking recipes.

When ancient spirit chefs come after him, intent on wiping out the nine provinces, the boy pulls a giant wok from his extradimensional stomach pouch. “Hot pot or barbecue? Pick how you want to die.”

Adorable pet gluttony × unconventional cultivation. A tale of how sweet-and-sour carp can pierce the Heavenly Dao.