The Unspoken Burden of Feng Wuchou! The Name of the Little Demon King.
Jiang Yuqiong's little belly was like a bottomless pit—he devoured most of a bear paw alone, his tummy round and bulging, yet he still wasn't satisfied.
"If only I had a crate of beer right now! Or even a bowl of soup!"
Musing, his gaze landed on Feng Wuchou's figure.
"You're awake!"
He perked up instantly, vanishing from his spot with a "whoosh" and appearing beside Feng Wuchou.
Seeing the savage kid charging over, Feng Wuchou instinctively backed up a few steps.
Then he turned and bolted!
If not now, when?!
This kid was too fierce—untouchable!
Losing all those treasure medicines hurt, but better that than another beating.
"Don't run! I just need to borrow something!"
Jiang Yuqiong shouted after him.
"No way!"
Feng Wuchou's head throbbed at the words.
He touched the back of it.
Good grief—a massive bump! A slight shake, and it sloshed inside!
That little brat hit too hard!
Mid-thought, Feng Wuchou leapt into the air, speeding off.
But barely a few li out, his body shuddered involuntarily.
Above, a gust whipped up as a pitch-black finger seal formed—an immense shadow like ten thousand mountains pressing down, its divine force oceanic, the void quaking!
The seal bore down on him.
"ROAR ROAR ROAR!"
Without thinking, Feng Wuchou unleashed eight ferocious beast phantoms from his body!
These were his nurtured true spirits!
The eight beasts surged forth—raptors and predators roaring like thunder, exuding mountain-shattering might, charging the seal.
But on contact, the phantoms wailed, collapsing one by one.
The finger seal's momentum unchecked, it slammed him from the sky, crashing him into the mountainside.
"Told you not to run—forced my hand!"
Jiang Yuqiong hopped over in a few bounds, landing before Feng Wuchou.
Like dragging a dead dog, he hauled him to the fire.
Yang Xiao, Han Xuan, and the others gawked, dumbfounded.
They'd suspected the bear and the young men might be this kid's work.
But this decisive?!
A Spirit Nurturing Eighth Layer—pinned with one finger!
Too savage!
"Little brat, what do you want?!"
"I'm cursed! Out of everyone, why'd I mess with this kid?!"
Feng Wuchou wanted to cry, despair gripping him.
When had such a monster popped up in the Three Thousand Dao Domains?!
Racking his brain, he couldn't figure out whose kid this was!
Even the Emperor's child, half a year old and still in swaddles, shouldn't be this strong at two, right?
"I remember you had a cauldron—lend it to me!"
Jiang Yuqiong stretched out a hand.
He said "lend," but his stance showed no hint of asking.
Seeing Feng Wuchou freeze, Jiang Yuqiong dug into the pouch himself, pulling out a glowing six-tier treasure cauldron—clearly potent.
"You guys process the bear again—we're making broth!"
Jiang Yuqiong ordered.
Han Xuan and the five nodded like pecking chicks, tossing big bones into the cauldron to simmer.
Feng Wuchou's mouth twitched hard!
His six-tier treasure cauldron—reduced to a stew pot?!
He sat aside, dejected and silent.
"Not bad! Getting the hang of it!"
Watching Han Xuan, Yang Xiao, and the crew grow adept, Jiang Yuqiong felt gratified.
He pondered keeping them—his own chef squad.
Hmm… the others could be swapped, but Han Xuan was a must.
Cultivators with flame true spirits were rare—most nurtured beasts in their wheels.
After a while, the bear bone broth was ready, alongside roasted paws, meat, and kidneys.
Yang Xiao even carved stone bowls from boulders with his weapon.
Jiang Yuqiong led the charge, one hand on meat, one on soup, eating with Han Xuan and the others in blissful rapture.
"Want some?"
He sliced off a big chunk of kidney, gesturing to Feng Wuchou.
Feng Wuchou's face stayed blank, veins pulsing on his forehead.
Gritting his teeth, he took it.
Eat it—he would!
It had his treasure medicines in it!
He'd eat it back!
Feng Wuchou thought fiercely, downing most of the kidney.
If Jiang Yuqiong hadn't stopped him, nothing would've been left.
"So comfy! Never tasted anything this good!"
"Too satisfying! Who knew barbecue could be like this!"
"Can't take it—I feel a breakthrough coming. Gotta refine this!"
Yang Xiao, Han Xuan, and the five crowed, glowing with light.
A fifth-tier beast's meat, packed with potent spiritual energy, was a huge boost.
Plus the soup and meat laced with treasure medicines!
Eating like this, they'd need to refine it.
Night fell.
But the area shimmered with divine glow.
Their spiritual energy roared, a formidable display!
Feng Wuchou fared better, but with so much power amassed, he too needed refining.
He found a corner, sat, and meditated.
Yet after a long while, he fidgeted, brow furrowed.
"What's wrong? Not about to go berserk, are you?"
Jiang Yuqiong, unaffected, lounged on a boulder, picking his few teeth.
"Uncomfortable! Feels… like I'm gonna explode!"
Feng Wuchou muttered, face red, squirming.
His hands flailed awkwardly.
Jiang Yuqiong blinked, then burst into uproarious laughter!
"HAHAHAHA…"
"You nearly ate that whole kidney yourself!"
"Greedy guts! Overheating now, huh?"
"Serves you right!"
He clutched his stomach, roaring with mirth.
Ignoring Feng Wuchou, he schemed.
"Cumin's running low! Missing peppercorns and chilies too!"
"Tomorrow's meal—what to do?"
"Gotta find more—or borrow some."
Jiang Yuqiong mused.
This feast had opened a new world.
Honestly!
Beast meat with treasure medicine spices—so much better than before!
Finding all the spices might be tough, though.
After a bit, feeling digested, he hopped up and kicked Yang Xiao, Han Xuan, and the others awake.
"Stop cultivating! We're in a trial—refine at home!"
"Up! Help me find treasure medicines!"
They grumbled but, cowed by his ferocity, didn't dare resist.
Even Feng Wuchou was roused.
Still dazed, Jiang Yuqiong dunked him in the spring to snap him out of it.
One kid, seven teens, they set off.
That night, the wilderness echoed with wails and howls.
A tiny toddler led six teens, looting over a dozen groups—solo or teamed.
They took nothing but treasure medicines!
Calling it "borrowing."
Not a scrap of herb was left!
And they were ruthless—any hint of resistance meant a beating!
Especially that toddler—a little demon king, absurdly fierce, his body freakishly strong!
Even an eight-year-old prodigy from a big clan, Spirit Nurturing Third Layer, fell to a few of his punches.
That night, the Little Demon King's name spread like wildfire.
Everyone knew a two-ish-year-old kid had entered.
Cross him, and you'd be robbed clean.