Waste Nothing, Especially Not Food!

Pinned beneath the Crane Head's venomous gaze, Yang An always felt stark naked, as though there was nothing he could hide before Old Man Fate Crane.

The feeling made him intensely uncomfortable, yet he could not resist it. Yang An could only force out a smile and bow.

"Disciple pays respects to Master!"

As expected of a mighty cultivator—despite being far above ground, Yang An had been silently dragged underground in an instant, unable even to resist.

Before Old Man Fate Crane, Yang An could only behave himself and dared not entertain any stray thoughts.

Compared to the Crane Head's exceedingly bloody table manners, Old Man Fate Crane was far more elegant. Unhurriedly, he picked up a slice of raw meat with his chopsticks. Scarlet juices dripped down like sauce, yet in his eyes, it was a rare delicacy.

"This flood dragon's heart and liver are far more tender than the previous one. Not bad!"

Old Man Fate Crane gave Mother Diviner True Person's harvest this time a highly satisfied appraisal. Only then did he set down his chopsticks and look up at Yang An.

"You were much faster than this master imagined. Not bad!"

Yang An had originally thought his rapid progress might prompt Old Man Fate Crane to question him, but unexpectedly, he merely made such an offhand remark.

It seemed that in Old Man Fate Crane's eyes, going from an ordinary mortal directly to the early False Eater Realm in such a short time was nothing out of the ordinary.

But what made Yang An's back turn even colder was that the way this Old Man appraised him seemed no different from how he appraised the meat before him.

The words "not bad" alone implied that one thing about him had satisfied his taste. Then what was the second thing?

"This disciple was merely fortunate."

Cold sweat unknowingly beaded across Yang An's forehead.

Old Man Fate Crane clearly had no intention of dwelling on the subject. The Crane Head merely gave Yang An a meaningful glance before ignoring him again and continuing to eat.

Perhaps only when it was eating would it restrain its usual temper.

"Mother Diviner has prepared a special meat dish for you. Are you sure you will not go have a taste?"

Old Man Fate Crane turned to another matter. Compared to Yang An's cultivation progress, he seemed more interested in Yang An's refusal to participate in the Communal Feast Convention.

"This disciple... this disciple is not blessed enough to enjoy it. I can only regretfully disappoint True Person's kind intentions."

He knew that, now that he bore the identity of Old Man Fate Crane's personal disciple, Mother Diviner would certainly treat him preferentially. Naturally, he would be different from the others.

But when he thought of the scene he had witnessed earlier, how could he possibly still eat?

Forget the flood dragon demon's body—even if it were genuine dragon meat, he would not consider tasting it. Who knew whether Mother Diviner True Person had tampered with it?

Old Man Fate Crane nodded leisurely.

"It is fine if you do not go. Follow this master, and you will have food wherever you are. Forget flood dragon demon flesh—even immortal treasures from the heavens are not beyond taste. Heh heh."

Yang An had no idea whether Old Man Fate Crane was boasting, so he simply pretended not to hear.

"Since the time has come, we should head back. Pack up, and return to Fate Crane Sect."

Old Man Fate Crane wiped his mouth, removing the bloodstains from his face, and spoke to Yang An.

So suddenly?

Yang An froze for a moment, but then he remembered that he was now Old Man Fate Crane's disciple. If Old Man Fate Crane wanted to leave, it was not something he could influence. Naturally, he had to return to Fate Crane Sect with him.

He just did not know what kind of place Fate Crane Sect was.

At that thought, Yang An's heart suddenly tightened.

The Crane Head was still greedily devouring meat as though deaf to everything, crimson juices splattering everywhere. It seemingly had not taken Old Man Fate Crane's words to heart at all.

Logically speaking, although this body had two heads, it only had one stomach. Yet as the Crane Head swallowed and chewed madly, it showed no sign of being full, like a bottomless pit.

Seeing that the Crane Head remained unmoved, Old Man Fate Crane seemed to think of something and suddenly raised a brow.

"Oh, right. There is one matter to settle before we leave. Since you have become this old man's new disciple, this master will conveniently resolve this little trouble for you."

Hearing Old Man Fate Crane's words, Yang An looked puzzled.

Trouble? What trouble did he have?

Just as he was baffled by what Old Man Fate Crane meant, several unfamiliar voices suddenly rang out beside him.

"Senior Brother Guangdu, you broke the precepts!"

"Senior Brother Guangxian, you broke the precepts too!"

"Nonsense! We did not break the precepts! It is only dead flesh, all of it vegetarian! Vegetarian!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"..."

The laughter came to an abrupt halt. The air suddenly seemed to congeal, silent enough to hear a needle drop.

Three cultivators, their mouths smeared with filthy blood, had been laughing maniacally with savage expressions when they discovered that the three of them had suddenly appeared in some inexplicable place. Then they saw Yang An standing nearby and Old Man Fate Crane behind the stone platform.

In an instant, a deathly silence fell!

Yang An looked blankly at the three people who had suddenly appeared before him. He did not know them, but the words they had just spoken made him realize something at once.

Three monks?... White Buddha Temple!

His heart jolted. He had not expected White Buddha Temple's people to have tracked him here already, and he had not noticed the slightest sign of them.

These three were precisely Guangdu and the other two, who had already infiltrated the Communal Feast Convention.

A moment ago, they had still been at the Communal Feast Convention, joyfully sharing the precious flood dragon demon's flesh with countless cultivators. Yet the next moment, they had suddenly arrived here.

Abruptly, especially upon seeing the smiling old man behind the stone platform, the three seemed to realize something.

"Senior... Senior Brother Guangdu..."

Guangzhi, the lowest-ranked of the three, looked toward Guangdu in a panic. Guangxian beside him made the same motion.

To drag them to an unknown place in an instant, without any of the three noticing.

Such a terrifying method was absolutely not something a Viscera Stone True Person could accomplish.

In other words, it was not Mother Diviner True Person who had discovered them and acted. This old man before them, bearing two heads, was definitely an existence even more terrifying than Mother Diviner True Person!

"Run!"

Before Guangxian and Guangzhi could react, a low shout suddenly sounded in their ears. The next moment, Guangdu transformed into a black shadow and shot toward the cave's stone wall.

But before he could crash into the earth, just as he neared the stone wall, it was as though some immense pressure had struck him. He instantly turned into a puddle of minced flesh and crashed heavily to the ground.

At the same time, Guangxian and Guangzhi, who had yet to react, met the same fate. Almost instantly, they were flattened as though crushed by some invisible giant object, scarlet flesh sprouts mixed with shredded clothing embedded even into the cracks in the ground.

Splat—

Yang An stood no more than three feet from the three. The spurting blood instantly splashed all over him, and his coarse clothes were immediately dyed red.

A fishy stench rushed into his face, making him want to vomit.

Yang An stood where he was, staring wide-eyed at the scene, then at the bloodstains on his body, his face full of disgust.

He clearly had not expected the three to lack even the slightest ability to resist, turning into minced flesh just like that.

Meanwhile, Old Man Fate Crane looked at the pile of rotten meat beneath the stone wall and frowned.

"A false body? I did not expect there to be clever ones among those bald donkeys. Interesting!"

With a casual sweep of his hand, he stirred up a foul wind.

The minced flesh beneath the stone wall turned into black incense ash in the blink of an eye, scattered all over the ground by that foul wind.

The monk called Guangdu had not sent his real body here from the very beginning.

Old Man Fate Crane smiled and did not intend to act again. He was merely an insignificant little bug.

"Let us go. Back to Fate Crane Sect."

He rose with his hands behind his back and forcibly dragged up the Crane Head, which was still eating. This immediately drew a thoroughly impolite stream of curses from the Crane Head.

"Old Man, do not go too far! You ate your fill and are making me go hungry! I XX your entire family XXX..."

Seeing that he was about to return to Fate Crane Sect with Old Man Fate Crane, Yang An glanced at the flesh and blood on the ground. Though it was utterly disgusting, it had not come easily after all.

If he simply abandoned it like this, it would be far too wasteful!

As someone who had received a fine education, there were certain traditional virtues he had to uphold.

Waste nothing, especially not food!

He immediately gritted his teeth. While the Crane Head was still confronting Old Man Fate Crane, he gathered his courage and walked over to the pile of rotten meat, then extended his right hand.

An ugly fanged mouth split open across his palm. As though it had encountered the greatest delicacy under heaven, it greedily opened wide.