Chapter 2006

【Ding, the altered mission in the Tang Dynasty world is complete. Shang Xiuxun and Mu Wanzhen each received 500,000 points.】

Lin Pingzhi: "The chat group is so convenient—it automatically split the points according to your agreement, saving us a lot of trouble."

Yin Susu: "Everyone's fine now, but if someone untrustworthy joined the group and hoarded points for themselves, fights might break out. Since the chat group handled the division, it's a guarantee—this is a good thing."

Huang Yaoshi: "That's reasonable."

Su Xiao: "Ahahaha… the chicken soup's here. 【Red Packet】"

Su Xiao: "Little Eagle stewed with mushrooms—take a look and see if it's tasty. By the way, you can eat those Black Dragons and such. You can hire someone to process them yourself, or send them to me—I'll get someone to handle them for you."

【Ding, Mu Wanzhen claimed the red packet.】

【Ding, Yin Susu claimed the red packet "ba qiqi".】

Mu Wanzhen: "Should Shang Xiuxun have this Black Dragon? If not, I'll send it to Little Miss—perfect, since it's already cooked, we can all eat together."

Shang Xiuxun: "No thanks—I don't even have anyone to process them. Those divine chefs are in the Dao Lord's chat group."

Su Xiao: "Now that you have points, you can send people to the Chef God Academy to learn cooking—it might come in handy later. The Destroyer God is a good guy, sending us so much food."

Shang Xiuxun: "That's true!"

Mu Wanzhen: "By the way, Little Miss, I've got a Bai Jiao over here too—I'll send it to you soon."

Su Xiao: "No problem."

Shang Xiuxun and Mu Wanzhen held a large bowl of Little Eagle stewed with mushrooms, the aroma so potent it was irresistible.

In truth, the Divine Eagle was enormous—not just a few bowls' worth. Even after giving half the ingredients as processing fees, they still made hundreds of bowls.

Many received their share.

Mu Wanzhen and Shang Xiuxun only took out one bowl each; the rest were stored in the red packets, acting as temporary storage spaces.

"This is truly an excellent dish."

Mu Wanzhen took a bite, her heart filled with joy.

Shang Xiuxun also praised it repeatedly.

Wan Chan stared hungrily.

Shang Xiuxun thought of something, pulled out a bowl, and handed it over.

"Wan Chan has followed me this long—she can have a bowl. But be careful: the power within is immense. You must refine it properly."

"Yes."

Wan Chan was overjoyed, glancing challengingly at Shi Feixuan, then began eating on her own.

Moments later.

Wan Chan's expression changed. She set down the empty bowl and sat cross-legged to cultivate.

Within her body, a vast torrent of true qi surged, instantly shattering her realm and reaching the Eighteenth Level of the Heavenly Demon Art—her strength now among the world's elite. Her Heavenly Demon Field activated automatically, making Fan Qinghui and others feel as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

"This demoness has grown too strong—this isn't good," Fan Qinghui frowned.

A fully perfected Heavenly Demon Art practitioner naturally reached the Grand Master realm. Even with a good dog like Ning Daoqi, the Cihang Pure Land might not suppress her.

But then she reconsidered—she was overthinking.

With immortals and gods walking among mortals, the Cihang Pure Land had no right to control the world anymore.

At this moment, Wan Chan had no mind for outside matters.

Even with the Heavenly Demon Art perfected, the power within her body kept surging endlessly, as if inexhaustible.

Fortunately, the power was pure and gentle, not raging—otherwise, Wan Chan feared she'd explode from the sheer volume.

Shang Xiuxun's expression shifted; she pointed through the air and transmitted the Reverse Biexie Sword Technique to her.

Just as Wan Chan worried, a cultivation method appeared in her mind. She knew it must be from her benefactor, Little Miss, and immediately began studying it, cultivating according to its profound principles.

Half a cup of tea later, Wan Chan ended her cultivation.

Her strength had now reached True Qi Realm, Fifth Layer.

With a thought, she soared into the sky.

"I can fly too!"

Shang Xiuxun snorted: "This is nothing. With me, you'll fly through heavens and earth, live forever—it's all within reach."

Wan Chan beamed: "Yes, Sister Shang."

So what if she became a servant?

As long as she achieved immortality, what difference did it make?

Others would give anything just to have this chance!

At this moment, Fan Qinghui was also deeply tempted—but dared not speak, fearing to offend the two immortals present.

After all, the Cihang Pure Land belonged to the Fomen, and these two gods didn't appear to be of the Fomen. If she switched sects, would they mind…? 0

Mu Wanzhen glanced at the ruins and said: "Sister Shang, I must leave now. As for the rest, we'll talk later."

Shang Xiuxun nodded: "Alright. We'll meet again."

Mu Wanzhen gave a slight nod, opened the Cross-Dimension Station, and vanished before everyone's eyes.

Tianying Jiao.

Yin Susu took out a bowl of soup—its irresistible aroma spread instantly throughout the Tianying Jiao headquarters.

"So fragrant—who's cooking?" Yin Tianzheng raised an eyebrow and followed the scent.

As Tianying Jiao's leader, he was obsessed with martial arts and power, uninterested in other things—he wasn't a man who craved fine food.

But this scent was too tempting—he couldn't suppress it; his entire body trembled with urge.

It was the instinct of genetic evolution.

For Yin Susu and the others, this was gourmet food—and it aided cultivation.