Chapter 969: Can we get some Demon Race ingredients?

Outside the Spirit Cook Alliance's base, people had already filled it.

The Three Holy Lands, the Five Alliances, the Ten Merchant Guilds, and the sect masters of all major sects—each one eagerly awaiting.

As time passed, the aroma drifting from the courtyard grew stronger and stronger; just smelling it made everyone's mouths water.

Finally, with a sound, the originally pushed-open door saw an alliance chief of the Spirit Cook Alliance poke his head out and say.

"Today there are 200,000 spots."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and the atmosphere instantly turned strange.

200,000 spots sounds like a lot, but for the crowd present, it's utterly a drop in the bucket.

So, to eat this meal, everyone still needs to go through a brutal scramble.

"What does that mean?"

The sect masters of the major sects, having never experienced this, hearing these words and sensing the obvious change in the atmosphere, all became puzzled.

"Wasn't it just fine a moment ago?"

Just as the sect masters of the major sects hadn't yet figured out what was happening, someone let out a roar, unknown who.

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry."

"I've been guarding against you all along."

The two instantly attacked, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.

Everyone went berserk, trying to seize the chance to eat, and the sect masters, belatedly aware, joined the fray.

Eating this meal felt like waging a great war against the Demon Race.

Due to lack of experience, many sect masters initially fell into ambushes and were directly eliminated.

However, a few who managed to snag a spot could become sect heads, and their strength naturally couldn't be weak.

Thus, the sect masters who reacted quickly launched a counterattack.

After a fierce battle, the kitchen courtyard gate finally opened; those who had secured a spot rushed inside, excited beyond measure.

After serving the meal, they just found a spot and started eating.

Again, it was Demon Race ingredients—such an irresistible delicacy that everyone couldn't stop eating.

"Phew, this Demon Race stuff is still delicious."

"Yeah, it's way better than the Monster Race."

After eating Demon Race ingredients, people no longer had much thought for the Monster Race, after all, this is the real delicacy.

And those sect masters who had secured a spot were even more moved to tears while eating.

They had long craved this bite; moreover, though they had craved it before, the portion was truly indescribable.

Nothing like now, where each person gets a big bowl—simply comfortable.

Bai Ke held a big bowl, eating with wolfish gulps—this is what eating is, satisfying.

The meal was satisfying, but the consumption was predictable; the originally obtained Demon Race ingredients were nearly one-third gone after just one meal.

After eating and drinking their fill, the sect masters then departed one after another.

After returning to their respective bases, they saw their sect's disciples holding big bowls, eating Monster Race ingredients.

The sect masters all felt disdain, thinking, what's good about Monster Race ingredients?

"Li Chu, can we also get some Demon Race ingredients to try?"

Bai Ke saw the Spirit Cook in charge of his household, smiled, and stepped forward to speak.

Bai Ke, who had successfully secured a meal, suddenly had an inspiration; with the same cooking skill, better ingredients would surely elevate the flavor.

Having personally witnessed the difficulty of getting a meal at Tianhong Guan, although luckily he managed to snag a spot.

But even Bai Ke dared not claim he could succeed every time.

Mainly, the elders and stewards of the Three Holy Lands are all utterly crazy.

Compared to them, Bai Ke's cultivation and combat strength actually hold no advantage, so he made do: if they could also get some Demon Race ingredients, then even if they couldn't grab a meal, they could at least cope.

Hearing this, the steward said, the Spirit Cook's face showed helplessness.

"I can't get Demon Race ingredients either; after all, it's scarce, so we can only arrange limited supplies at Tianhong Guan."

Nowadays, Demon Race ingredients are nowhere near enough to eat; even the Three Holy Lands can't satisfy themselves, so they naturally can't share any with other major sects.

Hearing this, Bai Ke blinked slightly—no ingredients?

But after a moment's thought, his eyes lit up, and he whispered.

"What if we procure the ingredients ourselves?"

"That could work, however..."

"Then it's simple; Li Chu, you don't need to worry about the ingredients—leave it to us."

Ingredients obtained personally need not be turned over, and the Three Holy Lands won't forcibly demand them.

Upon learning they could obtain ingredients by their own means, Bai Ke's mind sprang into action.

The ingredients at Tianhong Guan are all produced by the Three Holy Lands themselves.

Since the Three Holy Lands can do it, why can't their Heavenly Saber Valley? It's just ingredients—find a chance and we'll surely get some.

Not only Bai Ke thinks this way; the sect masters of all other major sects do as well.

There's no helping it—the taste of Demon Race ingredients is truly unforgettable.

That very night, Bai Ke summoned all the elders of Heavenly Saber Valley to discuss acquiring ingredients.

Merely hearing Bai Ke's words, the elders all wore doubtful expressions.

"Sect Master, wouldn't this be too risky?"

"Yeah, the Demon Race isn't weak, and if we act on our own..."

"How can this be called acting on our own? I ask you, what was the previous order of the Holy Lands?"

"This............."

"Isn't it letting us wait for the right moment, act on our own, seek out battle opportunities, without being rigid?"

"This............"

"Besides, don't you want to take a bite of this Demon Race Food Material?"

"This..............."

"Then that would work, right? If the holy land can do it, why can't we? Besides, this is self-sufficient, what's wrong with that?"

"This.............."

"The Elders were left speechless by what Bai Ke said, mainly because they also couldn't resist the temptation of that Demon Race Food Material, ah!"

"Although more than half of the Elders had never eaten this Demon Race Food Material, they had indeed smelled its aroma, ah!"

"It simply leaves people at a loss for how to describe it."

"If there were an opportunity, who wouldn't want to give it a try? And now Bai Ke actually said he was going to look for ingredients, which gave the Elders quite a few ideas."

"It seems it's not impossible, ah?"

"After hearing Bai Ke's words, the Elders thought to themselves, what the Sect Master said also wasn't without reason, ah."

"Seeing that no one objected anymore, Bai Ke directly said."

"Just like that, it's decided—we'll look for an opportunity, get a batch of these ingredients back, and let everyone have a taste."

"Under the temptation of the food, the Elders no longer objected, mainly because their fear of the Demon Race had also diminished considerably."

"This Demon Race doesn't seem as terrifying as the legends claimed; before, they said the Demon Race ruthlessly slaughtered and treated all the peoples of Haotu Shijie as food."

"But looking at it now, that legend is problematic, ah—it's really hard to say who is the food these days."

"The hunter and the prey seem to have quietly swapped places without anyone noticing, so everyone's fear of the Demon Race has naturally dwindled."