Published: March 2, 2025
The food was quickly brought into the secret chamber by the mountain puppet— the dishes were quite lavish, but there were a few that Wen Yu had indeed never seen before.
The mountain puppet, being very considerate, explained to Wen Yu, "These are some new dishes developed by the chefs over the years, with the main ingredient being the tendon of the Bull Demon."
Well, turning the demonic clan into food didn’t seem like a big issue; after all, he hadn’t seen so many man-eating beings in this world...
However, Wen Yu did feel a bit nauseous about these materials from the demonic clan. During his time in the Demon Realm, most of the food consisted of the bodily tissues of low-level demonic creatures, and the cooking methods appeared rough—mostly raw, and only a few were cooked before being eaten.
In any case, the resistance of professionals was extremely strong, so he wasn’t afraid of parasites or food poisoning, but it really was terrible to eat, and very disgusting. Even with Wen Yu’s mental endurance, he found it hard to hold back...
Seeing Wen Yu's unusual expression, the mountain puppet wisely took away the dishes primarily made from demonic creature tissues, and only then did Wen Yu and Bai's faces improve considerably.
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Wen Yu and Bai ate and drank as if they were reincarnated starving ghosts, while the mountain puppet simply stood beside them. When he noticed Wen Yu's eating and drinking speed gradually slow down, the mountain puppet finally spoke.
"Master, do you need to look at the financial reports from the past three years?"
After the master’s return, the first thing the mountain puppet, as the chief steward, had to do was report the work, and Wen Yu merely nodded lightly, indicating for the mountain puppet to report himself.
Endless numbers flowed from the mountain puppet's mouth. Over the past three years, with the intense war, a substantial number of demonic creature corpses and soul crystals were naturally collected. However, when he heard these terrifying gains, Wen Yu showed no expression.
"Just leave them for the Corpse Puppet and Lord One Eye; I have no use for them here."
Wen Yu said—he truly had no use for them.
His physical quality was too high, and his soul strength was too strong, which greatly weakened the limit-breaking ability of the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine—perhaps the harvest from these years combined would take Wen Yu dozens of days to absorb the nutrients, and the final result was even less than that of a wish coming true!
No matter how he looked at it, it felt like a waste of time—in other words, the trade that once allowed Wen Yu to soar to great heights was no longer appealing to him.
Of course, the mountain puppet couldn’t understand these matters—he had originally thought that his stockpile during this time would bring great joy to the master; however, he ultimately discovered that the master’s level no longer required these external possessions.
After a moment, the mountain puppet spoke again. "Master, Lord One Eye and the Corpse Puppet probably won't need so many demonic corpses. Not long ago, Fran came to see me; their blood and flesh furnace requires a large quantity of flesh. I was wondering if I should allocate some to them."
Wen Yu contemplated briefly before nodding.
It was destined that he would never appear before the world again, but to say he wouldn’t pay attention to the war between the demonic clan and Earth would definitely be a joke—although he couldn't take action directly, soul puppets could, and he could also provide some logistical support for the warriors at the front, sending a few demonic creature corpses to Beijing posed no problem.
Seeing Wen Yu agree to this, the mountain puppet noted it down, preparing to talk to Fran shortly. Then, the mountain puppet spoke again.
"Besides that, there are some other matters, most of which are trivial, but among them, the celestial god that the master instructed to focus on has indeed stirred up quite a storm in recent years."