Drool escaped uncontrollably from the corner of their mouth
Jiang Yuqiong's little face was darker than the charred chunks scattered on the ground.
A perfectly good bear paw, ruined like this!
"Control the heat! Don't you know what heat control is?"
"You're a Spirit Nurturing Realm powerhouse—can't even manage that?"
He roared, fuming.
Han Xuan shrank back, inwardly aggrieved beyond words.
The Purple Nether Incinerating Flame was for fighting, not roasting!
Heat control?!
But he didn't dare say it aloud.
The halberd young men and the other three stayed silent, eyeing the little demon king warily.
Jiang Yuqiong shot them a fierce glare!
"What're you standing there for? Roast another one!"
"Do I have to do it myself?"
He pointed at the bear carcass, snarling.
The five flinched, seething inside.
We're all talented prodigies—outside the top Holy Lands and sects, we're admired everywhere we go!
And you're bossing us around like lackeys?
Outrageous!
But…
Meeting the little demon king's stare, their complaints evaporated.
They were terrified he'd "teach them martial virtue" again!
Grudgingly, they got to work.
Soon, a second bear paw was skewered.
This time, Han Xuan was meticulous, delicately adjusting the flame.
The halberd young men, Yang Xiao, handled turning the spit.
Jiang Yuqiong dubbed himself head chef.
He sat grandly on a rock, legs crossed, pointing and directing with utmost seriousness.
Finally, the paw sizzled, glistening with oil, a tantalizing meaty aroma wafting out.
Jiang Yuqiong sniffed eagerly, his face pure bliss.
Before it was fully cooked, he hopped over, circling the spit impatiently.
Once done, he couldn't wait—tearing off a chunk with his little hands, heedless of the heat, and shoving it into his mouth!
"Wow! So good!"
He chewed heartily, eyes squinting with joy.
Worthy of a fifth-tier bear—absolutely delicious!
The meat burst with flavor—springy, tender, not greasy at all.
"Close to the taste in my memory, but missing a bit of soul!"
He munched, musing.
No cumin, pepper, or chili powder—it wasn't proper barbecue without them.
But where'd he find those here?!
As he ate gleefully, inspiration struck, his eyes spinning fast!
"Treasure medicines can be spices!"
"So many kinds—there's got to be a match!"
With a plan, he didn't hesitate—tossing the meat aside, he leapt to Yang Xiao, Han Xuan, and the others, demanding their medicines.
He'd looted them once, but left the unpalatable ones behind.
Seeing him renege and demand more, they instinctively clutched their pouches.
"Just some low-grade spirit medicines—look how stingy you are!"
Jiang Yuqiong pounced, pinning them down and snatching everything.
Not stopping there, he swept up the "trash" pile by Feng Wuchou too.
Then he sorted them.
"This herb's got a bay leaf vibe—keep it!"
"Whoa, isn't this star anise? Spirit medicines grow like that?"
"This branch—close enough for cinnamon!"
"Cumin? Peppercorns?"
After much fuss, he gathered a stash of "spices."
One seed tasted like cumin—thrilling him!
No matter the grade, he dried it with spiritual energy, ground it into powder, and sprinkled it on the paw.
Han Xuan gave it a quick roast to meld the flavors.
Smoke curled up, a rich, irresistible aroma filling the air, saturating the wilderness!
"This is how you do barbecue right!"
Jiang Yuqiong's appetite surged, diving in.
With the spices, the flavor exploded—complex and vibrant.
Surprisingly, treasure medicines as spices outshone regular cumin or pepper by miles!
"So… fragrant!"
Han Xuan, Yang Xiao, and the five gulped, saliva pooling.
The scent was maddening!
It nearly brought tears!
Cultivators all ate treasure medicines and beasts, but never like this!
Even they itched to try it.
But stealing food from the little demon king?
No guts for that!
"Want some?"
Jiang Yuqiong glanced at them, eyebrow raised.
They stayed silent, just licking their lips.
"Want it? Take it yourselves—need me to show you?"
He barked.
The bear was huge—he couldn't finish it alone; sharing a bit was fine.
He tore off another piece, chomping down, grease dripping.
He couldn't stop—it was that good!
Han Xuan, Yang Xiao, and the five hesitated, then gave in.
They grabbed chunks and ate.
The paw hit their tongues, and they froze!
How could anything taste this good?!
"Too delicious! Waaah…"
"What I ate before—trash compared to this!"
"Such a delicacy—I've wasted my teens! Waaah…"
Jiang Yuqiong blinked at their reaction.
They're really crying?
Overreacting much?
After a while, seeing the little demon king wasn't so vicious, Yang Xiao, Han Xuan, and the crew grew bolder, jostling him for more!
"Hands off!"
"Want more? Roast it yourselves!"
Jiang Yuqiong swatted their hands, growling.
Smoke rose again as five huge spits were set up.
Not just paws—under his orders, a basin-sized bear kidney went on too.
No need to push now—Han Xuan gleefully roasted with his Purple Nether Incinerating Flame.
The other four pitched in, mimicking Jiang Yuqiong, sprinkling "spices" with flair.
The rich meaty aroma drifted through the void.
Inside the Great Desolate Imprisoning Heaven Finger's crater, Feng Wuchou's nose twitched hard, rousing him.
Opening his eyes, he saw his storage pouch gutted, treasures strewn around.
But not a single spirit medicine remained!
"That cursed savage kid! He took all my treasure medicines!"
"My ninth-grade treasure!"
He wailed, disheartened, gathering his items.
"Why's it so fragrant?"
Puzzled, Feng Wuchou followed the scent out of the crater.
Moments later, he saw an outrageous scene!
That looting toddler was leading a crew to roast meat—with a true flame spirit!
What kind of move was this?!
Was that ferocious flame meant for this?!
And the "seasonings" on the meat—didn't they look like spirit medicines?
He caught on fast!
Look like?!
They WERE spirit medicines!
Feng Wuchou's eyes bulged!
Using treasure medicines as spices for barbecue—was there a more extravagant way to eat in the Three Thousand Dao Domains?!
What had this savage kid done?!
If word got out, it'd spark outrage!
But… it did smell amazing.
So tempting!