Foundation for Ten Thousand Generations, Seven Great Restrictions

On Snow Wolf Plain, which seemed like a flat plain.

A colossal dragon boat was moored here, its lights blazing and its flowing radiance shimmering like neon.

Low-level disciples moved through it one after another, carrying freshly prepared delicacies and distributing them to every table.

Today's main course was wolf meat!

The flesh of that Tier 3 Demon Wolf King which Fu Jiusheng had subdued and which had died beneath Luo Chen's Profound Flame Sword!

A faintly detectable fishy odor drifted through the dragon boat's hall.

Chen Xiuli and Heartless Immortal, the two female cultivators, covered their noses with a sweep of their sleeves, somewhat displeased by the smell.

Seeing this, Luo Chen, seated at the head, said apologetically, "My apologies. I hadn't expected the spirit chefs below to fail to remove the odor completely. If you two dislike it, I'll have it taken away at once."

Before Heartless Immortal and the others could speak, Jin Buque's hearty laughter rang out.

"With demon king meat like this, steeped day and night in demonic qi, it would be impossible for it not to smell fishy. But the Snow Wolf King is different. It breathed in the essence of sun and moon and was tempered by ice and snow. Eating this meat is a great tonic even for Golden Core Cultivators like us! Why not give it a try, Fellow Daoists? Once you get used to it, you may even find it tastes quite good!"

Chen Xiuli hesitated briefly, then picked up a slice of meat and put it into her mouth, chewing lightly.

Very soon, her eyes lit up.

"It truly is extraordinary, completely different from any demonic beast meat I've eaten before!"

Heartless Immortal tried a slice as well. Though she still disliked that fishy scent, its texture and flavor