The iron law of the immortal cultivation world: Anyone who eats a demon will inevitably explode and die.
Yet I set up a hot pot in the demon forest and swirled the tentacles of a Magic-Eyed Octopus in the broth.
A Golden Core cultivator cried out, “Stop! Do you want to die?”
I calmly fished out a glistening tentacle. “The three essentials for removing the stink, plus an ice bath to lock in the freshness. Get it?”
When he saw me handle a Venom-Fang Demon Snake with my bare hands, he was scared out of his wits.
But then he couldn’t resist taking a bite, and the bottleneck he’d been stuck at for thirty years shattered.
“Explode and die? Sounds like you got the heat wrong.”
I wiped my hands and headed toward the Crimson-Eyed Demon Wolf in the distance.
“Tonight’s main course: demon wolf stew with pickled cabbage.”
I quickly read a few chapters and didn't understand it.