Chapter 109: Chapter 107: The Three Eccentric Ancestors

The thick fog was disorienting, but it couldn’t dampen the enthusiasm for hot pot.

All sorts of Spirit Medicines, measured in centuries and millennia, were neatly sliced by Mo Qi and arranged on plates all around.

The specially made hot pot broth wasn’t just tempting in color; its aroma was even more alluring.

Before long, half of the rabbit-shaped Demon Beast was already in Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor’s stomachs.

"Whew~ A mix of meat and vegetables really is the best choice. Delicious, so delicious!" The Pig Emperor felt like his tongue was about to melt. The exquisite taste lingered, making him feel as if he could ascend as an Immortal at any moment.

When does one feel unbearably hungry?

It’s not when you see good food, but when you watch someone else wolfing down meat, gulping down soup, and wearing a look of pure bliss.

The three old men who had been watching Mo Qi glanced at each other, swallowed awkwardly, and their stomachs started to rumble, "GRUUMBLE..."

At their Realm, they had long since stopped needing to eat to replenish their strength, much less feel hunger.

They couldn’t even remember how many years it had been since their last meal.

But now, their stomachs were protesting audibly, and their mouths were watering uncontrollably.

"I say... is it really that good?" one of the old men couldn’t help but ask.

"Probably. Even that pig is eating with such joy. It must be incredible," another Elder said, his eyes glued to the hot pot in the dense fog.

"Shouldn’t you two be focusing on that kid Mo Qi’s strength? He just killed a Second-Level Demon Rabbit! That’s the power of the Late-stage Purity Realm!" the leading Elder asked, forcing his gaze away from the hot pot.

「A quarter of an hour earlier.」

The Pig Emperor had led Mo Qi on a rampage through the fog, reaping a bountiful harvest. They soon arrived at the Void Road Back Slope the Elder had mentioned.

Here, the Pig Emperor smelled the aura of even more precious Spirit Medicines, as well as the scent of a large group of Demon Beasts.

It discussed things with Mo Qi, and they quickly reached an agreement.

What kind of hot pot would it be without any meat?

So, they chose a relatively weak Demon Rabbit to target.

With Mo Qi’s current Realm of Eighth Transformation Innate of the Nine Transformations into Spirit, a Second-Level Demon Beast was nothing more than a single punch.

"Oh, right! I almost forgot! That kid has no True Essence, yet he killed a Second-Level Demon Rabbit with one punch!"

"To overpower a Second-Level Demon Beast and kill it in one hit with pure physical strength... Regardless of talent or True Essence, just based on this power alone, I’m afraid no one in the Void Sect’s younger generation is more outstanding, right?"

"You’re right. I think I’m starting to understand why that kid Liu Hui held him in such high regard."

"But... how did he do it without True Essence?"

The three old men looked at each other in bewilderment. Even though they had lived for a thousand years and seen countless geniuses, as common as carp crossing a river, they couldn’t figure out the reason.

True Essence to a Cultivator is like water to a fish, air to a mortal, or wings to a bird.

A Cultivator without True Essence couldn’t be considered a Cultivator at all. This was an immutable truth.

Even Body Cultivators, known for their formidable physiques, had to rely on True Essence to nourish their bodies, even if they didn’t focus on its cultivation.

’Could it be that Mo Qi has some kind of extremely rare special constitution?’

"I believe that as one of the ancestors of the Void Sect, it is my duty and obligation to care for every disciple—to care about their Cultivation, to care about their lives, and to help them avoid pitfalls on their future path," one of the Elders declared righteously.

"Exactly, I agree! I suggest we go find this Mo Qi right now for a heart-to-heart, to make friends with him. Honestly, the first time I saw him, I felt a connection. Even though we’re ancestors, we don’t have to act all high and mighty! Isn’t there a term for it, a friendship that transcends generations?" the other Elder quickly nodded in agreement, licking his lips as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Seeing this, the leading Elder’s mouth twitched. ’Could you two be any more shameless?’

’Care for every disciple? Why didn’t you say that when Mo Qi first arrived?’

’Who was it that said upon first sight that Mo Qi had no True Essence fluctuations in his body and would never amount to anything?’

’And who was it that said Mo Qi’s temperament was too poor to waste Energy opening the Void Road?’

’A connection? Make friends? A friendship that transcends generations, even!’

’If you could tear your eyes away from that hot pot, I might be more inclined to believe your nonsense.’

Looking at his two disappointing old brothers, the leading Elder slapped his thigh and shouted, "Where is your sense of decorum?"

Under the embarrassed gazes of the other two, the leading Elder gave a dry cough to cover up the act of swallowing his saliva. He continued, "When I look at this child, Mo Qi, I see a glimmer of wisdom in his eyes that reminds me of myself. I have no children of my own, so I’ve decided to take him as my godson and pass down my skills to him."

The other two Elders were stunned for a full minute before they processed what he’d said.

"Big Brother, you truly live up to your title. This little brother is impressed."

’I thought I was already shameless enough, but it seems I’m still far too naive.’

"Big Brother, that’s not fair! Are you trying to one-up me?" the Elder who had suggested becoming friends with Mo Qi couldn’t sit still any longer.

’I just wanted to be friends with Mo Qi, and you’re trying to become his father?’

’Doesn’t that mean I’d be a whole generation lower than you for no reason?’

"Hey, you two, stop worrying about the details! Any later and that Demon Rabbit meat will be all gone!"

"What?! It’s almost gone? Let’s go, let’s go! Let’s go now!"

"Let’s move!"

...

In the dense fog, the Pig Emperor was lying on the ground with a satisfied look, having just curled two stalks of Spirit Grass into its mouth when three figures suddenly appeared beside it.

The three old men appeared without any warning, startling the Pig Emperor so much it shivered.

It accidentally sucked the two stalks of Spirit Grass down its throat, then with a sneeze, they shot out from its left and right nostrils.

"Halt! What foul demon are you? Do you dare look Grandmaster Pig in the eyes?"

The Pig Emperor was furious. It shook off the Spirit Grass and was about to unleash its new ability.

Quick-witted and even quicker-handed, Mo Qi grabbed a slice of meat and stuffed it into the Pig Emperor’s mouth, silencing it.

At the same time, he grabbed its hind legs and lifted it upside down.

’Are you kidding me? It’s painfully obvious that anyone who can just pop up here is no simple character. They might be the ancestors guarding this Secret Realm.’

’He wasn’t sure if the Pig Emperor’s ability would work on ancestor-level experts, but he knew that if it actually got an ancestor pregnant, he and the Pig Emperor would probably be beaten to death by every expert in the Void Sect.’

"Hehe, don’t be nervous. You must be little friend Mo Qi, correct?"

The three old men put on what they believed to be very amiable smiles, all while keeping their gazes fixed forward, trying their best to maintain the demeanor of powerful experts and not be drawn in by the hot pot.

However, the steam from the hot pot wafted over, carrying an incomparable fragrance mixed with a hint of spice.

It was the perfect fusion of Spiritual Energy and ingredients. A single whiff was intoxicating.

GULP!

Three gulps echoed in unison.

Watching from a distance and experiencing it up close were two completely different things.

When your senses of sight and smell are activated simultaneously, being unable to satisfy your sense of taste is a torment worse than death!

"Seniors, you..." Mo Qi thought they had come to reprimand him and was about to explain, but before he could finish, the three old men couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Let’s do it!"

Before the dumbfounded eyes of Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor, the three old men lunged for the hot pot like famished refugees who hadn’t eaten in days, their eyes gleaming.

Forgetting chopsticks, they plunged their hands directly into the pot, grabbing whatever they could and stuffing it into their mouths without a second glance.