Ji Mo healed the wounded and chatted with the familiar group for a while.
He was in a very good mood. Since there was so much fresh game, it would be a waste not to roast it and let everyone have a good meal.
Ji Mo first set his sights on the flying beast as large as a house. He had never eaten such a large piece of game before and was eager to try it.
This flying beast was none other than the Floating Ancestor. He was severely injured but still alive, feigning death by using a hibernation technique, waiting for a chance to escape.
However, he never expected Ji Mo to be so ferocious as to plan on roasting and eating him.
Ji Mo poked at the Floating Ancestor, commenting, "This bald old bird is pitch black, and it has horns on its head. It's clearly not a decent bird. But it's old enough, and its meat is firm. It should be quite chewy."
The Floating Ancestor couldn't stand it. A scholar could be killed but not insulted.
This scoundrel Ji Mo was going too far, humiliating him like this, calling him not a decent bird. These were words meant to kill his spirit!
He was clearly trying to ruin his reputation, making him infamous and leaving a bad name for eternity.
"Scoundrel, how dare you insult me like this!"
The Floating Ancestor's anger surged, and he wanted to fight Ji Mo with all his might.
As Ji Mo was contemplating how to prepare this large bird, he suddenly noticed that the creature's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, shooting out terrifying red beams.
The Floating Ancestor launched a sudden attack, his gaze like sword light, intending to kill Ji Mo.
Afterward, he deeply regretted it and suffered relentless beatings.
"You bald old bird, how dare you scare me."
Ji Mo was startled. He stomped the Floating Ancestor's massive head into the mud with one foot.
Then, he proceeded to punch and kick the Floating Ancestor, even breaking off his horns.
In the end, the Floating Ancestor did not die peacefully. His eyes were wide open, and all his bones were shattered.
At Ji Mo's suggestion, the barbecue began.
Fan Jingxing, who was well-versed in formations, immediately set up arrays, constructing dozens of earthen kilns, and then used underground magma as fire, quickly creating dozens of large barbecue pits.
The entire Fulai Inn became a barbecue ground, and the corpses of the monsters from Floating Mountain were the best ingredients.
The Floating Ancestor was not at peace even in death, being plucked, gutted, and roasted.
Before long, the mouth-watering aroma of roasted meat filled the entire Chizhang City.
Many people secretly gasped. Ji Mo's group was too ferocious. Not only was Floating Mountain wiped out, but they were also going to be eaten. Anyone who dared to provoke this group in the future would surely be annihilated.
The Floating Ancestor was roasted to perfection, sizzling with fat, emitting a crystal-clear treasure glow, with spiritual mist swirling around.
Just a whiff made people feel refreshed and transcendent.
The golden meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a fragrant aroma, containing incredibly potent life essence.
"It's ready! Don't be shy, everyone, eat to your heart's content."
Ji Mo signaled that they could begin.
"It smells so good!"
Little A'Li's mouth watered as she broke off a bird leg larger than herself and began to gnaw on it.
Ya Zi cried out, tearing off a large piece of roasted meat and devouring it.
Duobao Snake opened its mouth wide, taking bites several times larger than itself, swallowing them whole without chewing.
Hei Meigui, Lin Mengmeng, Wu Xiaoxiao, Tang Xueyi, and Yue'er were very ladylike, eating elegantly but no less quickly, their bodies emitting radiant light as they ate.
Song Weixian and Yao Weiwei were not ladies at heart and ate uninhibitedly, without regard for their appearance.
The proprietress also joined in. She sensed that Ji Mo's roasted meat was extraordinary and had unimaginable benefits for cultivation, with each bite increasing her cultivation.
"Old monk, you're a man of religion, yet you're eating meat. What about the Buddhist precepts?"
Fan Jingxing ate meat while bickering with Hui Neng.
Hui Neng, solemn and dignified, chanted a Buddhist phrase: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines; the Buddha sits in the heart. Moreover, this is a demon. I, this humble monk, am showing great compassion by personally guiding it to the pure land. *Burp*..."
Xuan Ao transmitted telepathically: "Monk, since you can eat meat, can you get married? I have countless young and beautiful granddaughters, you can pick any you like."
This thousand-year-old Xuan Turtle was not serious and had wicked humor, always wanting to trick his elderly companions into becoming his grandsons-in-law.
I consider you a good brother, but you want to be my great-grandfather?
Hui Neng's face immediately darkened, and he flipped Xuan Ao onto its back.
Seeing everyone eating with such relish, Ji Mo felt a great sense of accomplishment.
After roasting the Floating Ancestor, he went to help with the other barbecue pits. There were many people present, so he naturally wouldn't neglect anyone and had to attend to all of them.
"Mr. Ji!"
At this moment, a clear voice rang out.
Ji Mo suddenly turned around, and his entire body froze. His usually calm heart skipped a beat.
With slightly curly blue short hair, exquisite and near-perfect features, and a pair of amber eyes like pure crystals, her peerless beauty was enough to make all men in the world feel ashamed.
It was Lan Rou, whom Ji Mo had mistakenly thought had exaggerated chest muscles.
"Long time no see!"
Ji Mo couldn't help but grin, his smile bright.
Then, he solicitously tore off a leg from the monster he was roasting and handed it over: "Here, try my cooking."
Lan Rou was somewhat taken aback, unsure whether to accept it or not.
The beast leg was clearly not cooked yet, bloody and unappetizing.
Ji Mo then realized the mistake, his face filled with embarrassment as he quickly threw the leg aside, his old face flushed red.
Then, he took out the rhombus-shaped crystal egg from his embrace and said, "Here, I remember you liked eggs the most. This one is quite good, I'll give it to you."
Lan Rou was stunned. She could sense the dense celestial spiritual energy flowing within the crystal, which was likely an extremely precious celestial beast egg.
Mr. Ji was going to give her a celestial beast!
"No, it's too valuable."
She quickly refused.
She was just an ordinary cultivator and dared not accept a celestial beast egg.
"It's not valuable at all, just take it."
Ji Mo noticed the hint of fondness in Lan Rou's eyes and directly placed the crystal egg into her hand.
During the process, he accidentally touched Lan Rou's soft, boneless hand, and his heart fluttered.
His scalp tingled, and he withdrew his hand as if shocked.
He felt something was wrong with him. Why was he developing feelings for a man?
Damn Xuanyang, he must have been infected by him.
Ji Mo glared fiercely at Xuanyang, who was eating meat heartily in the distance, thinking he needed to find an opportunity to beat him up.
Xuanyang suddenly felt a chill down his spine and quickly turned around. Seeing his master's affectionate gaze, he smiled sweetly.
His large eyes narrowed, his red lips curved slightly, and the sunlight fell on his fair, crystal-clear face, making him bright and moving, causing Ji Mo's eyes to light up as well.
Ji Mo looked up at the sky, his heart filled with mixed emotions. It was over. He was showing signs of being swayed!
Many people cast their gazes over. Mr. Ji's face was flushed red. Was he shy?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Who was Mr. Ji? How could he be shy? It must have been the reflection of the magma.