Fantasy: Empress Wife, Cute Kids Cause Havoc in Jiuzhou-Chapter 215 - 213: Do You Guys Want to Have a Snack Before Fighting? This Bratty Kid Really Needs a Beating

"It smells so good."

The aroma of the roasted meat wafted around, prompting all the cultivators to twitch their noses in unison and swallow two big mouthfuls of saliva, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

Even the Eight Martial Emperors, who were in the midst of an epic battle with the Nine-colored Deer’s Eight Great Battle Forms, couldn’t help but turn their heads for a glance.

Most of the cultivators present were from major forces in Cangzhou and Thunder State, and were the elites or even core disciples of these factions. They had tasted all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, yet the mere scent of the roasted meat almost made them irresistible.

Moreover, it was the flesh of an Eighth Rank Demon Flood Dragon, which, although not as potent as the Deer Grass Flood Dragon Blood Soup enhanced with Ancient Divine Power, was still incomparable to ordinary spiritual materials.

If they could have a few bites, perhaps their cultivation could improve slightly.

But remembering how fiercely those two youngsters protected their food, all the cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, daring neither to speak out nor to approach.

"Sister, the meat is ready, come and try it,"

called Chu Chen, while he was flipping the meat.

"Coming!"

Chu Xin responded immediately, flashed over, picked up a skewer of well-roasted dragon meat, opened her little mouth, and with a loud "aw" bit down a piece, savoring it carefully.

"Mmm! This dragon meat is really delicious,"

Just one bite, and Chu Xin’s round eyes squinted into little crescents, and she nodded her head continuously, saying unclearly, "Although it’s a bit less tasty than the Eighth Rank Demon Beast meat Dad grills, it’s still very delicious."

Upon hearing this, Chu Chen’s eyes revealed a trace of satisfaction, for in his heart, his dad’s grilled meat was the best in the world, and he was content to consider himself the second-best grill master.

The piece of grilled meat was longer than Chu Xin’s body. She held the specially made iron skewer with her tiny white hands, tilted her head, and nibbled upward from the base. Her little mouth moved furiously, biting down over and over, eating so fast that her face was smeared with grease.

"Is it really that delicious?"

The cultivators’ hearts filled with curiosity, confusion, and desire.

The aroma of the grilled meat was already very tempting. Watching the youngster’s way of eating, their mouths watered even more, saliva unbearably overflowing.

"I can’t stand it anymore,"

muttered a cultivator under his breath.

"What? You want to go steal it? Eighteen youngsters—one spit from each could nail you to the ground," said another cultivator next to him, disdainfully.

The cultivator rolled his eyes and said, "Of course not. How could I possibly bring such humiliation upon myself? I’m getting ready to leave; staying here is just too torturous, both physically and mentally."

"Where to? Going back?" another cultivator asked in surprise.

Although they had no claim to the Nine-colored Deer Grass and the imitation Soul Nourishing Pearls of Deer Island, there were still other treasures to be found.

The cultivator glanced around and spoke softly, "With so many cultivators here, plus the Eight Martial Emperors and eighteen youngsters, any good treasures are unlikely to end up in our hands. As far as I know, the Seventh Rank Demon Beasts in the Demon Flood Dragon Sea Domain have mostly been devoured by the Demon Flood Dragon. Now that the Demon Flood Dragon is dead, the strongest creatures left are merely at the sixth-rank peak. With our strength, we should be more than capable of sweeping through and scavenging treasures."

"Right, why didn’t I think of that?"

The other cultivator’s eyes suddenly brightened, urging, "Let’s go, let’s go, together we can watch each other’s backs."

"Agreed!"

The cultivator nodded, and then the two companions sped away together.

The cultivators glanced at the two people, but most of them didn’t pay any attention. Only a few looked at the processed corpse of the Demon Flood Dragon and then at the direction the two cultivators had left, seeming to think of something and hurried after them.

"Let’s go too."

Although the remaining cultivators hadn’t thought of going to the Demon Flood Dragon Sea Domain, they also didn’t want to stay near Deer Cave, constantly enduring mental torment. They headed to other parts of Deer Island, seeking opportunities since many cultivators had come to Deer Cave for training in the past and many had been killed by the creatures of Deer Island, inevitably leaving behind many treasures. Moreover, the spiritual materials from other parts of Deer Island, though not as good as the Nine-colored Deer Grass, were still of decent quality.

Suddenly, most of the cultivators left. However, there were still a few who couldn’t bear to leave, their eyes filled with longing as they stared at the roasted meat and lively sipped on the Deer Grass and Demon Flood Dragon Blood Soup.

Chu Xin and her brother Chu Chen were sitting on their little chairs, eating roasted meat and drinking Deer Grass Demon Blood Soup, quite contentedly.

Chu Xin’s Eight Great Battle Forms were still handling the Demon Flood Dragon’s corpse, while Chu Chen’s Eight Great Battle Forms were focused on roasting the meat.

They were in sync with their original bodies, naturally possessing the abilities of their originals.

Chu Xin’s eyes darted around, she patted the small chair she was sitting on, leaped into the air, and looked toward the Eight Martial Emperors who were fighting nearby. In a childish voice, she asked, "Are you hungry from fighting? Want to eat some roasted meat before you continue? It’s really tasty."

While saying this, she also fanned the air with her small, white hands, sending the fragrance of the meat toward the battlefield.

Smelling the tempting scent, the Eight Martial Emperors were infuriated. Didn’t this damn brat see they were in the middle of a focused battle?

If the scent could distract everyone it would be one thing, but the Battle Forms of the Nine-colored Deer weren’t affected at all. Perhaps this was the biggest difference between a Battle Form and a cultivator.

Although they were in sync with their original bodies, they would carry out the commands of their originals completely, unaffected by other things.

"Don’t want to eat? Then it’s such a pity, such delicious roasted meat, going unshared is truly regrettable."

Chu Xin nibbled on a piece of meat, sipped some Deer Grass and Demon Blood Soup, and shook her head, speaking in a babyish voice.

The cultivators rolled their eyes in unison. This brat was really asking for a beating. If they weren’t entangled by the Eight Great Battle Forms, the Eight Martial Emperors would probably blast this brat to smithereens.

"Sister, do you want more soup? It’s almost gone."

At that moment, Chu Chen’s voice sounded.

"Bring some more."

Chu Xin descended from the air and drank the last bit of the Deer Grass and Demon Blood Soup from the pot.

"The Deer Grass and Demon Blood Soup is gone," a cultivator said with a disappointed face.

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"These two brats can really eat. They ate three portions of meat and drank such a big pot of soup. Can they handle it?" Some cultivators were amazed at the siblings’ appetite.

"What’s that in the pot?"

Suddenly, a cultivator pointed at the two drops of liquid left in the pot, a hint of surprise on their face.

"Isn’t that the two drops of water containing the essence of Ancient Divine Power that the brat added?"

A cultivator’s eyes filled with intense greed. That was a transformation of Ancient Divine Power, and cultivating near it could yield great results, likely producing an energy more advanced than True Qi, and possibly even transforming the cultivator completely.

The remaining cultivators felt a bit restless for a moment.

But upon seeing the eighteen troublesome kids, they were instantly doused with a bucket of cold water.

"Stay calm, must stay calm. A brat is troubling enough, let alone eighteen."

The cultivators recited to themselves silently.