Dirty Work (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Li Banfeng looked at Lai Baifan's corpse. Though the body had been torn to pieces, once the severed limbs and remains were pieced together, it still roughly looked like a toad.

It had to be said, his Hundred Transformations technique was truly formidable. Li Banfeng said, "He must have combined the methods of a Body Cultivator and a Food Cultivator to create this unique Star Skill."

The phonograph said beside him, "Darling husband, Little Slave didn't taste any Body Cultivator flavor."

Li Banfeng froze. "Do Body Cultivators have a distinctive flavor?"

"They do. Body Cultivators shaped like oxen have the unique chewiness of beef. Those shaped like sheep have the distinctive gaminess of mutton. Those shaped like scorpions, centipedes, and such have the fishy taste unique to crawling things. This man had no special flavor at all."

Li Banfeng said, "Wife, taste him more carefully. Didn't his soul have a toad flavor?"

The phonograph laughed. "Darling husband, you've asked exactly the right person. Little Slave loves eating toads most of all. If this man's soul had a toad flavor, how could Little Slave possibly fail to taste it?"

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment, then asked, "If not a toad, could he have been some other kind of Body Cultivator?"

The phonograph sighed. "Husband, Little Slave only eats souls, so perhaps I failed to taste the flavor. Why not ask the ones who eat meat?"

Hong Ying puffed out her chest. "I can't tell!"

The phonograph raised her board. "If you can't tell, then lower your head and eat! Where did you get so much nonsense? Little Nine, your tongue works well. Did you taste anything?"

Ninth Girl gave Hong Ying a smug look, then turned to Li Banfeng. "Xiao Wan was right. This man definitely wasn't a Body Cultivator."