Chapter 962

To many human cultivators, the demon race is synonymous with ferocity and cruelty.

So upon hearing the news of the demon race's invasion, to say that no one felt nervous in their hearts would be false.

Hearts were filled with worry, but as each bite of this delicious food went down, the worry in their hearts quickly dissipated.

Even Xu Jie couldn't help but exclaim.

"Demon race invasion? Nonsense, this is literally a gift from heaven."

In response, Zhao Zhengping, Zhao Rou, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao, Shen Xian and those around them all nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Yeah, what demon race invasion? This is clearly a heavenly gift.

Thanks for the demon race's gift.

"Ahh, this is so satisfying."

"Delicious, so delicious."

"It's just too little; I haven't even started and it's already stuck between my teeth."

"Compared to the demon race, the monster race is nothing."

"Junior brother, great minds think alike."

Each person received only a small bowl of the food, and it was all random; such a tiny portion is naturally not enough to eat.

But Ye Zhangqing's original intention was merely to let everyone have a taste.

After eating that bowl, everyone's thoughts changed; at this moment, in everyone's hearts, the demon race surpassed the monster race, equaled delicacy, equaled a heavenly gift.

Thanks to the will of heaven, it did not reject the demon race at the door but allowed them to successfully descend into the Haotu world.

After finishing the bowl, the many disciples of the Three Holy Lands still had saliva flowing from their mouths, craving more.

Not to mention the disciples, even the stewards, the Great Saint Elders, including Yun Xiantai and Shi Qingfeng, those great emperor ancestors, all felt an insatiable longing.

"Youngster Ye Zhangqing, any more? Give us another bowl, will you?"

Yun Xiantai, thick-skinned, came to the kitchen, smiling as he spoke to Ye Zhangqing; hearing this, Ye Zhangqing helplessly pointed to the kitchen behind him.

"The ingredients are gone, there's nothing we can do."

The demon race ingredients obtained from this battle were already few, and they had all been used up previously.

After all, the demon race is not like the monster race, which can casually be as big as mountains; the demon race's physique is the same as Ye Zhangqing's in his past life—it can't get much larger, and it certainly can't be as exaggerated as the monster race.

Upon hearing that, Yun Xiantai's face instantly turned bitter; it's gone, we just got a taste of the flavor, how could it be gone already?

Having tasted such deliciousness, now it's gone, leaving us in an awkward, itchy state.

Inside Tianhong Guan, there were praises for the ingredients and thanks to the will of heaven.

Outside the city, other human faction members and numerous loose cultivators, hearing the commotion from within Tianhong Guan, voiced their doubts.

"What's wrong with the people of the Three Holy Lands?"

"I don't know; earlier I saw them panicking, but I still don't know what's happening."

"I heard that the Food Ancestor made another delicacy, this time using demon race."

"Huh? Can the demon race be eaten?"

"I don't know either, but my maternal uncle told me."

"What is your maternal uncle?"

"Oh, my maternal uncle is a helper cook in the Spirit Chef Alliance."

"Awesome, brother."

A helper cook, put bluntly, is a cook who isn't even a first-rate spirit chef; yet even so, many people look at him with envy.

There's no way around it; the current Spirit Chef Alliance is completely different from before, a world apart—what does 'after three days apart, one should look at someone with new eyes' mean? This is it.

Everyone knows that now, if you know anyone in the Spirit Chef Alliance, even if it's just a kitchen auntie who does odd jobs, you might manage to get a meal.

Leaving other things aside, you still have to eat a portion of dried rations.

"Just, can the demon race really be eaten?"

"It should be possible."

"I really want to try it."

"I want to as well."

"My older maternal cousin is in the Yunlu Holy Land; I don't know if there will be a chance."

"Honored foster father above, I, your child, bow and pray only for a single bite."

Upon hearing that someone had connections with the disciples of the Three Holy Lands, fellow sect brothers immediately acknowledged him as their foster father.

There's no way around it; with such good things, they will certainly first satisfy the Three Holy Lands, and only then can others get a turn.

For example, when we ate before, the Three Holy Lands ate dishes made by Ye Zhangqing, while they ate dishes made by spirit chefs of the Spirit Chef Alliance.

Although the spirit chefs of the Spirit Chef Alliance, under Ye Zhangqing's guidance, have greatly improved their skills and can be considered delicious.

But compared to Ye Zhangqing, there's simply no comparison; however, there's nothing to be done, they lack the qualification.

So, those who have connections with the Three Holy Lands try every means to obtain some of the delicacies personally made by Ye Zhangqing.

Although the quantity is small, each time it makes people drool and sparks a frenzied scramble.

Now that we've heard someone has a connection, damn it, if not now to bow, when else? This cry of 'foster father' comes from the heart, utterly sincere.

And don't even say it; that very night, some people managed to get hold of it.

Although it's only a piece of meat the size of a fingertip, each of those people treats it as a priceless treasure.

Inside the room, the fellow brothers surrounded in three layers inside and three outside; in the middle, one person carefully held the meat piece in his hands, like a treasure, while those around him were equally cautious, and someone shouted.

"Quickly shut the window, don't let the aroma escape."

"Oh oh."

"Foster father................"

"Don't, this piece is mine, you have no share."

"Honored father above, I don't ask for meat, but may I lick a bit?"

"Get lost."

Immediately, under everyone's gaze, this person slowly placed the meat chunk into his mouth; with each chew, it seemed to tug at everyone's nerves.

"Honored father, is it delicious............"

"Shh, don't speak."

Eyes closed, he felt an expression of enjoyment as he savored the unparalleled taste in his mouth, a sensation that exploded in his oral cavity.

It felt as if all the pores on his body had opened, a sensation never before experienced swept over his whole body.

After a moment, as the disciple opened his eyes, everyone around drooled, eyes wide, staring fixedly at him.

"One word: satisfying."

"Honored father, is it really so?"

"Let me just tell you this: compared to this, the Demon Race's ingredients are basically trash."

"Huh???"

Using the same cooking skill, the demon tribe is tastier than the demon race.

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned, then a flash of fervor appeared in their eyes.

"Is this true?"

Such a scene occurred in the garrisons of all major powers.

As for the sect masters of all major powers, at this point they were each so overwhelmed they couldn't find north.

After all, they are sect heads; previously, when Qi Xiong, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ, and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ were dividing food, they had thought of them.

The number of disciples in all major powers is too many, naturally impossible to give each one a share, but as a sect head, giving them a little is nothing.

After all, how many could these sect masters add up to? Not many.

But these old things, after getting the food, none made a fuss; instead, they unanimously chose to remain silent.

Joking, I only got a small bowl; if I had to share it with others, what would there be left to eat?