Chapter 974: How come everyone's face is glowing red?

A bunch of ingredients still dare to wander around Tianhong Guan, that's basically suicidal behavior.

Originally I had no opinion, but you keep going east then west—who could stand that?

When Mo Yun saw two demon emperors and a crowd of demons in the kitchen, he was completely stunned.

How the hell did we end up like this? He stepped forward, puzzled.

"Didn't I tell you to leave? What are you doing?"

"I do want to leave, but can I?"

Huh???

One of the demon emperors said through gritted teeth, while Mo Yun was completely bewildered—how could he not be able to leave?

Finally, the person beside him explained it, and Mo Yun finally understood, then gave the two demon emperors a look of exasperated disappointment.

That's not surprising—you were told to leave but didn't, so you have no one to blame but yourselves.

They have zero awareness as ingredients; they deserve this.

He shook his head, said nothing more—having just eaten demon race food, Mo Yun had no interest in these demons.

After Mo Yun left, the human cultivators who had captured these demon ingredients all went to the three alliance leaders of the Spirit Cook Alliance, asking if they could exchange these ingredients for a meal.

"Huh??? Exchange ingredients for food?"

"Yes, we caught these with great effort, wanting to offer them to the Food Ancestor. There are even two demon emperors; our request isn't high—just give us something hot."

Huh???

Listening to their impassioned account—near-death experiences, successive fierce battles—it's no wonder they finally managed to capture those two demon emperors and these demons.

The three alliance leaders looked strange, but how could we hear that these guys actually delivered themselves to our door?

But the crowd was indeed hungry to the point of tears—just short of grabbing the three alliance leaders' legs and wailing.

Faced with the crowd's pitiful plea, the three alliance leaders resignedly said.

"We can report this, but the details depend on what the Food Ancestor decides."

"Okay, okay, thank you, alliance leaders."

"We'll wait right here."

"You guys...... sigh......"

Seeing this, one alliance leader turned and went to the rear courtyard, where Ye Zhangqing was leaning on a recliner, while Bai Hua Xianzi and Jue Ying gently massaged his shoulders and legs.

"Food Ancestor."

"What's wrong?"

"Someone outside sent some demon ingredients, including two demon emperors."

"Huh??? Where did the demons come from?"

"Apparently they came to Tianhong Guan on their own."

"They came on their own?"

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing wore a strange expression—"Are the demons crazy? Delivering themselves to our door? And on such a scale, leading off with two demon‑emperor‑grade ingredients?"

Then the alliance leader repeated to Ye Zhangqing the idea of exchanging the ingredients for a meal.

Exchanging ingredients for food was something Ye Zhangqing hadn't expected either.

But there weren't many people, and the two demon‑emperor ingredients were indeed excellent.

Although demon race ingredients are clearly superior to demon ones, that's only when comparing equal tiers.

For instance, demon‑emperor‑grade ingredients are definitely better than ordinary demon‑race ingredients.

"Alright, save some for them at dinner."

"Yes."

Ye Zhangqing nodded, and the alliance leader quickly informed the crowd waiting outside.

Upon learning they could really exchange the ingredients for a meal, everyone became excited.

As for those who hadn't had a chance to act earlier, they each beat their chests and stamped their feet, silently cursing themselves for not thinking of it.

What a great chance to eat—just grab those demon ingredients and you can have a meal.

What a pity, but there's nothing to be done now—just hold your nose and accept it.

Over the next few days, the lives of the many human cultivators were quite comfortable.

Each day they were served top‑tier demon race ingredients; even the members of the various sects, though they couldn't enjoy Ye Zhangqing's cooking, still saw their flavor improved thanks to the demon ingredients.

The disciples all ate with great delight.

As for the sect leaders, needless to say, they ran to Tianhong Guan at every mealtime and never missed a meal.

Tianhong Guan was filled with "joy and prosperity," while many ordinary humans behind the front lines, as well as some low‑level human cultivators,

At this point they spontaneously organized, led by cultivators, and began transporting various supplies to Tianhong Guan.

"Everyone, although our cultivation is low, we are still members of the human race; now that humanity faces great calamity, the many strong ones fighting bravely on the front lines are doing so to protect us."

"How could we now linger in the rear, merely surviving? Even if we lack the strength for a single battle, we should still do what we can."

"If we have no treasures, we'll just transport some miscellaneous goods to the front—even if it's only enough to give the many strong ones a sip of water, that's sufficient."

Under the leadership of these cultivators, many people volunteered, transporting various supplies to the front lines.

Since the demon race descended, the human rear has remained completely peaceful, utterly unaffected.

But in everyone's eyes, this is clearly due to the efforts of the many strong humans.

It is they who, fighting blood‑soaked on the front lines, have protected everyone, allowing them to continue living safely in the rear.

It's hard to imagine what Tianhong Guan looks like now.

Perhaps it's already a mountain of corpses and a river of blood, yet even so, the many strong humans have not retreated a step, nor have they allowed a single demon to break through Tianhong Guan's defenses.

This earns the sincere admiration of many.

Perhaps they don't even have the qualifications to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder, or perhaps the materials they can produce are, in the eyes of many strong people, completely not worth mentioning.

But this is all their heartfelt intention.

As a member of the Human Race, even if their strength is low, they should still do their bit.

Thus, a mighty throng of Human Race members set out from various places, continuously rushing toward Tianhong Guan.

The Human Race contingent nearest to the front is led by a group of cultivators whose cultivation is not high; the strongest among them is only at the Golden Core Stage, and moreover it's the most ordinary kind of Golden Core Stage, their combat power can only be described as utterly ordinary.

Moreover, it seems their lifespans are nearly exhausted; in this lifetime they probably have no chance of further progress.

Yet it is precisely this group of people who have transported a miscellaneous assortment of supplies to Tianhong Guan.

Outside the city, seeing a long line of people approaching, the disciple in charge of guarding the gate was slightly startled.

Who are these people?

I don't know, the higher-ups never mentioned it.

But they seem to be all our Human Race.

Go up and ask.

Soon, two disciples stepped forward to inquire.

Who are you? What brings you here?

Greetings, sirs; we have come specially to transport supplies. Although they are not treasures, we are also members of the Human Race. Now that the demon race invades, while you sirs fight bloody on the front lines, we too wish to contribute our modest effort, hoping............ uh???

Just as he was speaking, the leading old cultivator stared in surprise— isn't Tianhong Gate supposed to be a scene of fierce battle? How come these two sirs before him are all glowing with red light?