Smoke curled upwards, carrying a fragrance that stretched for ten miles.
Ji Hanhan displayed his eighteen skills, playing music, singing...
No.
It was his eighteen culinary arts: pan-frying, deep-frying, stir-frying, boiling, stewing, roasting... as he prepared Zhu Qi and the eight Heavenly Feather Forest Lords.
Two large dragon loins, roasted to a sizzling, oily perfection, exuded a mouthwatering aroma.
Pan-fried dragon liver, each slice crystal clear, pulsed with rosy light and flowed with potent life essence.
Dragon bones simmered with raptors, producing a thick, milky white broth. Just a single whiff could make one drool for thirty meters.
Moran and the Fourth General smacked their lips incessantly, their saliva on the verge of forming a waterfall.
The Underworld Empress, though outwardly composed, kept swallowing, her throat bobbing repeatedly.
Ji Mo did not hoard his feast; he enthusiastically invited them to share.
However, despite their craving, they could only politely decline.
Eating a Candle Dragon was something they wouldn't dare to do, even with the courage of ten thousand men, fearing they wouldn't survive the experience.
Ying Menglong, however, was not afraid, but she did not eat her own kind. Thus, she tried a roasted wing from one of the lords.
Her eyes immediately lit up, as if a new world had opened. She began to eat ravenously, without any regard for her image.
Simultaneously, her gaze towards Ji Mo became even more intense.
Capable of both domesticity and culinary prowess, such a man was impossible to find, even with a thousand lanterns.
No, she had to have him, no matter what. She couldn't let other enchantresses get their hands on him.
Ji Mo's stomach seemed like a bottomless pit, as he continuously devoured the food, converting the essence of the meat into energy for his body's evolution.
His eating speed and capacity left Moran and the other two dumbfounded.
"Could Mr. Ji be a transformed Taotie or Pixiu? With such a small frame, how can he eat so much without fear of exploding?"
Moran clicked his tongue. Ji Mo had consumed food dozens of times his own size, yet showed no signs of satiety and continued to eat.
Moreover, this food contained unimaginable energy. Could he handle such a massive intake at once?
Putting aside other things, wouldn't eating those two massive dragon loins at once lead to an overload of nourishment?
The Underworld Empress greedily inhaled the pervasive aroma, absorbing the immense vital energy within. She said with a hint of sourness, "Taotie or Pixiu? I think he's more like a golden toad, the three-legged kind. Just a glutton who doesn't understand romance. Honestly, I was just being polite earlier. This stubborn fellow should be invited more often."
She found it unbearable, her craving intense. She regretted her reserve.
At worst, it would mean death, but she wanted to eat first.
Just looking and smelling without being able to eat was truly agonizing.
She had already sensed that the food Ji Mo was cooking was extraordinary. Merely the scattered aroma was rich with vast amounts of life essence.
The surroundings, which had been barren and desolate after the previous battle, were now beginning to sprout grass and flowers, returning to their lush green state.
She envied Ying Menglong, who, after eating a roasted wing, had her cultivation soar, now on the verge of breaking through to the Immortal God realm.
If she could have a taste of dragon meat, the benefits would surely be beyond imagination.
The Fourth General spoke, "Your Majesty, Mr. Ji is an unparalleled man. If you miss this opportunity, you won't find another. If you don't seize the moment now, Miss Ying will beat you to it. Why don't you take the initiative, sleep with Mr. Ji first, and secure your position? With your looks, if you were given away for free, I don't believe any man could resist."
Upon hearing this.
The Underworld Empress's forehead was covered in black lines.
You traitorous minister, you rebel!
"Sleep with him for free"? How dare you suggest such a thing? I'll purge you right now and kill you!
The Empress of the Underworld offering herself for free? How could you even say that? If anyone is to be offered, it should be this Ji fellow proposing to her first. She absolutely refused to be the one to make the first move.
This grand feast lasted for three full days.
Finally, even Ji Mo couldn't eat anymore. He turned the remaining dragon meat into jerky and preserved it. He also stored a dragon bone in his Moon God Ring, to be used as medicinal ingredients or refining materials in the future.
The Underworld Empress had been waiting for Ji Mo to invite her to dine again, and had sent him numerous suggestive glances during this time.
As long as Ji Mo made the first move, she was willing to walk the remaining ninety-nine steps.
But she waited in vain.
Ji Mo was solely focused on eating, completely ignoring her, not even lingering his gaze on her for a moment longer, which greatly frustrated her.
"Your Majesty, this won't do. You need to be proactive, understand? If all else fails, just get on the carriage and buy the ticket later. Sleep with Mr. Ji and get pregnant. Once the rice is cooked, he won't be able to escape your grasp."
The Fourth General earnestly advised his Empress to deviate from the norm and find an alternative path.
To ensure the Underworld tribe could latch onto Ji Mo, this old fellow was deeply concerned.
"Hmph, ridiculous. For me to make the first move? Absolutely impossible, unless..."
The Underworld Empress's attitude was firm, her tone resonant, and she possessed great integrity.
However, halfway through her sentence, her expression drastically changed. She let out a startled scream and, like a weak and helpless little rabbit, rushed towards Ji Mo, throwing herself into his arms.
This scene stunned the Fourth General.
"Heh, women. They say 'impossible' with their mouths, but their bodies are honest. They know how to throw themselves into someone's arms. I must say, Her Majesty's acting is quite good. Her panicked expression and startled eyes are all perfectly executed. I feel pity for her, which greatly ignites a man's protective instincts. As expected of an Empress, she's got something!"
The Fourth General praised her sincerely, believing his Empress had finally understood, and felt deeply gratified.
But when he casually looked up, his face turned ashen with terror, nearly collapsing to the ground.
"Dragon, Divine Dragon..."
The Fourth General's voice trembled, his body shaking like a sieve.
In the sky above, the wind churned and clouds gathered.
Within the rolling dark clouds, a colossal divine dragon's silhouette could be faintly discerned.
This divine dragon was nearly ten thousand meters long, its horns ferocious. Even from a distance, the oppressive aura was suffocating.
"Divine level aura! This is a genuine Divine Dragon!"
Moran was drenched in sweat. Could this be the Candle Dragon tribe seeking revenge?
With the arrival of a Divine Dragon, could Mr. Ji withstand it? They might all perish, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
"Is happiness arriving so suddenly?"
Ji Mo felt a warm, jade-like embrace and instinctively held the rushing figure. His hands met softness.
The feel was excellent, truly amazing.
He couldn't help but smile, his breathing quickening with excitement.
"Heh, you scoundrel, such airs! Pretending to ignore me, showing no interest, and now your true colors are revealed. Now, let's see if you won't fall at my feet."
The Underworld Empress was overjoyed in her heart, believing Ji Mo had finally succumbed to her charm and was captivated.
But her joy lasted less than three seconds before she was unceremoniously flung down by Ji Mo, falling at his feet.
"Excellent, another dragon has delivered itself! This big one will probably last me half a year!"
Ji Hanhan looked towards the sky. The happiness he spoke of was this.
As expected, in the eyes of a foodie, food always came first, no matter what.
"Everyone, don't be afraid. This is a Divine Dragon of my Yinglong tribe."
Ying Menglong recognized it immediately as the guardian who had protected her since childhood. It must have rushed over, worried about her safety, upon learning of her whereabouts.
The Divine Dragon in the sky broke through the dark clouds and swooped down. It had wings on its belly, confirming it was an Yinglong.
In a flash, it landed on the ground, arriving before Ying Menglong.
"Princess, this old servant has come to escort you back to the tribe."
The Yinglong spoke with a human voice, sounding like an old woman.
Its arrival clearly indicated its intention to escort Ying Menglong away from the Immortal Spirit Realm.
"I'm not going back. I'm staying here."
Ying Menglong shook her head, glancing at Ji Mo, completely unwilling to leave.
She hadn't captured this scoundrel yet. If she left, what if other bad women snatched him away?
She was determined not to leave.
This Yinglong had lived for an immeasurable age and was adept at reading people. From Ying Menglong's expression alone, it understood what had happened.
It seemed their little princess had fallen in love, with someone she shouldn't have.
The Yinglong revealed a cold smile and its colossal body lunged towards Ji Mo, stirring up a tremendous gale.
It looked down at Ji Mo from above and sneered contemptuously, "Humble human boy, you dare to aspire to the swan? The proud and noble princess of the Yinglong tribe, who soars through the nine heavens, is not something you lowly ants from the dust can covet..."