The Pig Emperor’s "Demon Sound" singing ran rampant once more.
Mo Qi had just tossed a wok of peanuts into the air when the Pig Emperor’s new, original "song" reached his ears.
’What the hell is this?!’
He stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face.
If the motion of tossing the wok and catching the food hadn’t been so deeply ingrained as muscle mory, the entire batch of peanuts would have been scattered and ruined.
’That Pig Emperor has no sha, it keeps hitting new lows. What are these ridiculous lyrics? No, I need to find a chance to have a serious talk with it. Otherwise, if things keep going like this, who knows what kind of "masterpiece" it’ll co up with next!’
Although the Pig Emperor wasn’t targeting them, the other Immortals’ reactions were much the sa as Mo Qi’s.
Vulgar lyrics, a lody with no discernible pattern, and, to top it all off, the Pig Emperor’s unique voice.
They would swear on their lives: this was, without a doubt, the worst, most disgusting, most maddening and soul-crushing song they had ever heard. Bar none.
’A song like this shouldn’t even exist!’
If they could, every single one of them would have taken a needle and thread, sewn the Pig Emperor’s mouth shut, and exiled it to the depths of the ocean to plug a trench.
In the Spirit Pool, everyone other than Liu Ruyan and Feng Liang was out of luck.
The Pig Emperor had, out of habit, only shielded the two of them, so everyone else heard the full brunt of its song once again.
They had already endured the Demon Sound twice in a row and had just barely managed to recover their spirits. After a long wait with no further incidents, they had begun to relax.
They had assud the trial was over and that they could finally absorb the Spiritual Energy in the Spirit Pool to consolidate and enhance their Cultivation.
But who would have thought that at this very mont, the Pig Emperor’s new solo single would arrive.
BOOM!
With a ntal BUZZ, everyone’s consciousness went blank. It was as if a magnitude-12 earthquake had struck their minds, heralding the end of the world.
At this mont, the talented disciples from the various Sub-Palaces stood like wooden stakes in the Spirit Pool, their eyes vacant. With just a slight push from the Spiritual Energy, they toppled over, stiff as boards.
This ti, they skipped the convulsions and foaming at the mouth, passing out instantly. Their consciousness scattered, unable to cohere for a long ti.
Liu Ruyan and Feng Liang looked at each other. Listening to the Pig Emperor’s new song as they watched their competitors get completely wiped out, they felt conflicted, unsure if they should be happy or sad.
Outside the Spirit Pool, the Immortals frowned as they watched all their juniors collapse, any chance of reaping benefits now gone.
Each of their families had invested vast amounts of Spiritual dicines and Treasures, as well as their own unique Secret Techniques, to create this Spirit Pool.
Now, it would all go to Liu Ruyan and Feng Liang, while they wouldn’t even get the scraps.
They were naturally displeased and resentful, but they were helpless to do anything about it.
Everyone could see the state of Mo Qi’s relationship with the Feng and Liu Families.
It was crystal clear to everyone why Liu Ruyan and Feng Liang were unhard.
Turning against Mo Qi before they got the peanuts would obviously be unwise.
And a precondition for getting the peanuts was to swear an oath not to cause any more trouble for Mo Qi and his party during this exchange.
Besides, even if soone was willing to abandon all face and attack Mo Qi—disregarding the infamy of "getting pregnant and giving birth"—it wouldn’t necessarily change a thing.
Don’t forget, Silver Hair and Jin Hua were still watching from the side.
In other words, the Immortals were fated to simply hold their noses and swallow their loss this ti.
’Forget it. Compared to the Demon Spirit Battlefield, this Sub-Palace exchange is just child’s play. We can’t lose a waterlon over a sesa seed!’
In the end, the Immortals used this excuse to console themselves.
Just then, Mo Qi’s first batch of peanuts was ready.
Unlike the burnt batch from before, these peanuts were plump, golden-brown, and incredibly fragrant.
Setting aside any dicinal effects, the aroma alone made the Immortals’ mouths water.
Mo Qi held up the plated peanuts, glanced at the crowd, and said, "Have the heads from the Huangfu Family ready. Form a line and co trade for them one by one."
’That’s it?’
The Immortals looked at one another, but no one stepped forward.
They all felt this was far too ridiculous.
’Frying peanuts, we can understand. But isn’t this a little too simple?!’
’If we’re not mistaken, that just looks like a normal plate of fried peanuts.’
’Other than so ginger, garlic, and cooking oil, we didn’t see you add any secret ingredients!’
’If that’s all it is, how could these peanuts possibly solve our predicant?’
’Is this kid trying to trick us?’
’Maybe he didn’t even make the first batch. Is he trying to make a quick buck off so fakes and then run for it?’
At this thought, the Immortals’ gazes turned hostile as they looked at Mo Qi.
They could accept being extorted, but they would not tolerate being humiliatingly deceived.
"What, no takers?" Mo Qi asked with a cold smile.
He could see the shift in the Immortals’ mood and could guess what they were thinking.
But the creation of dicinal Cuisine could not be explained with words, nor could it be understood through conventional logic. Besides, he felt no need to explain.
"Fine, then. Forget it. I’ll eat them myself." Mo Qi nonchalantly grabbed a handful and began tossing them into his mouth, one by one.
It had to be said, peanuts fried using the thods of dicinal Cuisine were absolutely incredible, both in aroma and texture.
Even Mo Qi couldn’t stop eating them once he started.
In no ti, more than thirty peanuts had gone into his stomach.
Fewer than a hundred peanuts remained on the plate.
"Wait!"
The Immortals couldn’t sit still any longer.
Mo Qi was unconcerned; he could afford to wait, but they could not.
Although the Pig Emperor was secretly suppressing the fetuses in their bellies, nearly halting their developnt, they had already grown to the point of being ready for birth.
The pain was constant.
Most importantly, they didn’t know the exact condition of the fetuses, nor did they have any idea when they might suddenly have to give birth.
Therefore, for them, the sooner they could get rid of the fetuses, the better.
"Young friend Mo Qi, I hope you’re not deceiving us. Otherwise, not even the Valley Master of Cold Cicada Valley himself could protect you!"
The Immortal at the front of the line tossed a head he was holding at Mo Qi’s feet. Then, with a surge of Immortal Power, he levitated a single peanut from the plate.
Mo Qi paid the Immortal’s threat no mind. He continued to pop peanuts into his mouth without stopping and said, "If I were you, I’d chew it slowly instead of swallowing it whole."
The Immortal, who had just tossed the peanut into his mouth and was about to swallow, froze when he heard Mo Qi’s words.
’Chew it slowly?’
’Is there a difference? So kind of trick?’
Seeing the look of pure bliss on Mo Qi’s face, the Immortal let his guard down, closed his mouth, and bit down on the peanut.
HISS~
An extraordinary fragrance exploded on the tip of his tongue, and the Immortal couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
’My heavens... this flavor... I can’t believe it!’
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