"Mr. Ji, Wu Ji has at least made an effort, even if he didn't succeed. Spare his life, but you can't just boil him for nothing."
The Ginseng King was terrified, feeling a sense of schadenfreude. He quickly pleaded for Tian Peng,
Before, Ji Mo always talked about eating them, but he never followed through with action. He never expected him to be serious today.
"Ah, this is the Wu Ji from home. How did it end up like this? The Zhan family is truly hateful, they must pay."
Ji Mo was furious. This was a chicken that could guard the house and lay over a dozen eggs every day. How could the Zhan family have ruined it like this?
He quickly pulled Tian Peng out of the pot, then thought again. A'Li was kidnapped, and it was precisely because Wu Ji and Ginseng didn't watch the child properly.
"You're right, we really can't just boil him."
Ji Mo pinched his chin and pondered for a moment. "Boiling him won't provide much nutrition. It's better to stew him into a Wu Ji and Ginseng soup for nourishment. Little A'Li has become so thin, we need to replenish her."
Saying that, he threw Tian Peng back into the pot, and at the same time, grabbed the Ginseng King and tossed him into the pot as well, then covered it.
The Ginseng King was stunned. He never expected that his plea would lead to his own demise. He should have kept his mouth shut.
Fan Jingxing and the others wanted to plead, but Ji Mo refused them outright, "If they can't even look after a child, what's the point of keeping them?"
How did these two scoundrels guarantee it back then? They said they would take good care of A'Li, but what happened?
If it weren't for the intelligent pig they met, they wouldn't have been able to find A'Li.
Ye Yao, standing by, had a pale face and her eyelids twitched. This liar Ji Mo was too brutal!
Although these two followers had made mistakes, they didn't deserve to die. Ji Mo wanted to boil them and eat them in public, which was too cold-blooded.
These followers were truly unlucky to have met such a cruel master.
They definitely couldn't let A'Li stay by his side. Although he was good to A'Li, his brutality and cold-bloodedness would corrupt the child.
Ye Yao's thoughts of taking A'Li away resurfaced. She still felt that Ji Mo was unreliable.
Zhan Zhiming, who was tied up not far away, watched Ji Mo's every move with disdain. Treating his subordinates like this, being ungenerous and heartless, how could he win their loyalty? He would eventually be betrayed by everyone.
He initially thought Ji Mo was some extraordinary figure, but it turned out he was just a straw bag.
To be defeated by such a person, he was unconvinced.
Fan Jingxing took out the treasure that Zhan Zhiming had snatched from A'Li and returned it to her.
A'Li tied her hair tie, put on her headband and bracelet, and put on her small jacket, regaining her appearance as a little fairy.
This experience had matured her quite a bit, making her more like a little adult.
Ye Yao kept looking at the disheveled Zhan Zhiming and found that his gaze towards her was still filled with tenderness, which made her feel extremely complicated.
"Everyone, let me introduce you to the new member of our family, Tian Peng."
Ji Mo introduced the pig demon to everyone, praising him lavishly and stating that Tian Peng played a crucial role in rescuing A'Li.
"Tian Peng?"
Tian Peng heard this and thought it was a name similar to his own. His heart sank into despair.
Master really intended to eat him, otherwise, why would he find another "Tian Peng"?
Tian Peng looked utterly lifeless, letting out "ge ge" sounds, like a cuckoo crying blood, expressing unspeakable sorrow.
The pig demon Tian Peng listened with trepidation, secretly vowing to diligently perform his duties from now on and never make any mistakes, lest he also become a whole roasted pig feast.
The Primordial Soul Devouring Toad hiding in the distance was sweating profusely from fear. Fortunately, it ran fast, otherwise, it would have been stewed in the pot too.
"Tian Peng, are you feeling any better?"
The Ginseng King, soaking in the hot water, stretched his body comfortably and poked Tian Peng's black and shiny belly with his finger.
"Better? We're about to be cooked and eaten, how can we be better?"
Tian Peng was filled with despair, sighing.
The Ginseng King chuckled, "You won't die if you soak with me. You're still too young to understand Mr. Ji's good intentions."
Tian Peng looked bewildered. Could there be some hidden meaning in this?
However, he did feel that his wounds were healing rapidly, and even his feathers were starting to grow back.
Perhaps Master didn't intend to eat him but was healing him?
"We did make a mistake. If we don't pretend to be punished, how can we make others accept it..." the Ginseng King analyzed.
"Exactly, it must be like this. I knew it, how could Master bear to eat me? No, don't you feel the water is getting hot."
Tian Peng felt that the Ginseng King's analysis made sense, but he still felt something was wrong. The water temperature was rapidly increasing, which seemed like the rhythm of boiling with intense heat.
"Hot? You, Tian Peng, are a descendant of the Phoenix, possessing the ability to control flames. Are you afraid of being hot... Oh my god, it's really hot!"
The Ginseng King intended to tease Tian Peng, but suddenly he cried out, his body turning red, as if he were being boiled like a radish.
The boiling iron pot released a strong medicinal aroma that permeated the surroundings.
"What is this smell? It's so fragrant!"
"Take a whiff, and you'll feel like you're floating in the heavens. Ah, all my injuries have healed."
"Wow, my spiritual power is surging... I seem to be on the verge of a breakthrough!"
The Duan family disciples who followed Fan Jingxing to attack the Zhan family and were gathered around, sniffed the fragrance and shouted with excitement.
The injuries sustained in the previous battle were healing rapidly.
Their cultivation was also increasing at a terrifying speed.
Even some cultivators who had been stuck at bottlenecks for many years felt their cultivation paths unblocked and directly broke through.
Fan Jingxing and the others were also intoxicated by the medicinal aroma.
Only now did they understand Ji Mo's purpose in boiling the Ginseng King. This was a great opportunity bestowed upon them.
"Thank you for your grace, Mr. Ji!"
All the Duan family disciples looked at Ji Mo with gratitude.
They had come to attack the Zhan family prepared to die, but unexpectedly, not only was there no danger to their lives, but they also gained great benefits, and their cultivation increased significantly.
"This guy surnamed Ji is quite something. He easily won over the hearts of the Duan family." Zhan Zhiming had to admit that Ji Mo was indeed a little stronger than him.
Just then, the pot lid was suddenly lifted.
Tian Peng and the Ginseng King could no longer bear it and were scalded, jumping directly out of the pot.
Tian Peng's injuries had completely healed. Moved, he directly prostrated himself before Ji Mo, kowtowing repeatedly.
The Ginseng King also clung to Ji Mo's pant leg, his face full of reverence.
After being boiled, its body underwent a transformation. Its face became more childlike, and its appearance was almost like a baby.
The wish to become a ginseng baby was thus fulfilled. Although a lot of ginseng juice was lost, it was very much worth it. The Ginseng King was overjoyed.
"This old monk knew that Mr. Ji, despite his cold exterior, is not a heartless person."
Huineng's eyes were red. He had initially thought Ji Mo was heartless towards Tian Peng and the Ginseng King, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Now he realized that he had misunderstood Ji Mo.
"Mr. Ji!"
Everyone bowed to Ji Mo with sincere admiration and fervent expressions.
Ji Mo was bewildered. What was going on now? He hadn't done anything.
"Brilliant, truly brilliant. He plays with people's hearts at will, combining grace and might with consummate skill. No wonder these people are so devoted to him. He is truly unfathomable. In the art of rulership, I am nothing compared to him."
Zhan Zhiming felt inferior, realizing that compared to Ji Mo, he was utterly insignificant.