Crackle.
The burning flames spat golden sparks. Grease dripped from the skewered meat into the bonfire, sending up crisp, popping sounds.
A group of immortals sat around the bonfire in Chongshan Town, eating barbecue and chatting about today's Esteemed Immortal Hot Dance.
Today's Xi Rong performance had been so spectacular that it had opened their eyes.
Phoenix Yi could not help saying, "Back then, they completely changed the style of the Nine Provinces. Now, I'm afraid the Immortal Realm won't escape their clutches either."
Xin Xichen was also sitting by the bonfire. He shook his head.
"How could it be that outrageous? There's nothing new under the sun. Are there really no clever people in the Immortal Realm—no one who thought of humiliating an Esteemed Immortal like this? It's just that the consequences were never very good."
"Oh?" The Nine-Headed Dragon Emperor looked curious. "There were cases like that in history too?"
Xin Xichen had been frantically gathering information and burning through knowledge, recording all sorts of common historical lore from the Immortal Realm. His store of knowledge was richer than that of ordinary Heavenly Immortals.
"There were far too many in history."
Xin Xichen laughed. "What is an Esteemed Immortal Hot Dance compared to that? There were even erotic illustrated books about Esteemed Immortals in history. Now that was explosive."
"But that person also chose mutual destruction. His entire family was wiped out by an Esteemed Immortal, and he could not take revenge. He sought out a remote mountain, met a great master, and bitterly studied the art of painting for thirty thousand years. One day, he suddenly attained enlightenment and comprehended a world-shaking painting technique—astonishingly lifelike and utterly shocking."
"When he left, that peerless expert told him: 'Go down the mountain. If you cause trouble on this journey,