The Little One's Cooking Is So Tasty, the Three Realms Can't Stop Begging for More

The Qingyun Sect was poor, so poor they couldn’t even afford the lowest-grade Fasting Pills.

Just as everyone in the sect, young and old, was preparing to starve to death and start over, the sect leader returned with Susu, a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler. Standing on a little stool, she tossed a handful of wild greens and half a pheasant into an iron pot.

At first, her senior brothers shook their heads. “Mortal food will foul your body and ruin your path to immortality!”

But then the lid came off, and the rich, savory aroma turned into tangible spiritual energy that shot into the sky...

The aloof sword cultivator, eldest senior brother, wolfed down three huge bowls of pheasant stew and licked the pot clean. The frail second senior sister, a healer, drew a forty-meter saber on the spot over the last potato!

From then on, the cultivation world went completely off the rails.

The Immortal Venerable who cultivated the Heartless Dao showed up right on time to stoke the kitchen fire. The ferocious, bloodthirsty Demon Venerable clutched a head of garlic, hoping to trade it for a bowl of broth.

As the immortal and demon realms were about to plunge into a world-ending war over a seat at the feast, Susu wiped her drool and stood up from her little stool. “No rush, no rush! Today’s banquet will last three whole days, with two Nine Abyss Black Dragons as the main course. Those in line, go get a number from the Immortal Venerable!”

But could someone tell her why, as the pot simmered, a voice from the Primordial Heavenly Dao started drifting out of it? “Little Ancestor, save me a bowl of soup too!”