Sovereign of Heaven's Truly Fragrant Scene! This Pot Bottom Hides an Astonishing Secret!

Sovereign of Heaven sitting there created a new landscape of shifting winds and clouds in the Great Desolation.

He didn't put on any airs of being a Saint's reserve, nor did he pay attention to the two gazes behind him that were practically murderous.

This man of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage leaned back on the cushion with his legs crossed, casually accepted the jade bowl handed over by Fellow Daoist Taiyuan, and stared intently at the prime dragon liver rolling and tumbling in the pot, its color rich and bright.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyuan, can this thing really be eaten?"

Although Sovereign of Heaven was greedy, it was the first time he had seen such a cooking method.

In the past, when they were on Mount Kunlun, how austere their lives were! They absorbed the wind and drank the dew, and occasionally refined pills to improve their cultivation, but the taste was bitter and hard to describe.

"Whether it can be eaten or not, won't we know if we try?"

Taiyuan smiled and used serving chopsticks to put a piece on his plate. He then rolled it in the special dry dip—it had to be one coated with crushed innate star pepper powder and chaotic sesame seeds.

"Hiss—"

Sovereign of Heaven wasn't pretentious. He picked it up and put it in his mouth.

The moment his teeth bit down, the bursting texture combined with an unprecedented spicy stimulation instantly rushed to the crown of his head.

The pent-up frustration in his chest, originally caused by his disagreement with Primordial Spirit, seemed to be directly cleared by this domineering spiciness at this moment.

Comfortable.

Sovereign of Heaven's eyes widened like copper bells. He slapped his thigh hard, shaking the ground.

"Awesome! This is f***ing exhilarating!"

"This taste is tens of thousands of times better than those bitter Golden Elixirs my elder brother refines!"

Hearing this, Taiyuan gently swirled the wine cup in his hand, a smile on his lips.

"Of course. Elixirs are for treating illnesses, for making up for deficiencies. If we're not sick or lacking, why would we eat those bitter things for cultivation? Wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"

"Cultivating the Dao is about cultivating a clear mind, about cultivating great freedom and great ease."

"If one cultivates to become a Saint, yet cannot even eat a hot meal and is bound by rules, then this Dao is not worth cultivating."

These words struck a chord with Sovereign of Heaven.

His path was one of seizing a sliver of life, advocating for acting on impulse. Taiyuan's "theory of happy cultivation" was like words tailor-made for him by a kindred spirit.

"Well said, great freedom and great ease!"

Sovereign of Heaven directly picked up the Jade Nectar in front of him and raised his cup to Taiyuan. "Fellow Daoist, your words deeply resonate with me! I'll drink this one!"

After three rounds of drinks and five courses of food.

The initially somewhat awkward atmosphere completely vanished in front of the hot pot, a divine artifact with the strongest social attributes.

Sovereign of Heaven was also quite talkative. After a few cups of spiritual wine, his floodgates of speech were completely opened.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyuan, you have no idea. Back in Mount Kunlun, we were the ancestral maimai of the ten thousand mountains in the East. The spiritual energy was abundant, but the rules were also strict."

"That place received the most blessings from Father God Pangu, and its pressure was the greatest. If one's will was not firm, even walking on that mountain was difficult."

"Unlike your West..."

At this point, Sovereign of Heaven paused, as if realizing that calling the West barren might be impolite.

Taiyuan, however, didn't care. He casually took out a plate of fruits emitting starlight from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

Each fruit was crystal clear, as if a galaxy was flowing within. The Dao charm it exuded was even more profound than the Immortal Peach from before.

This was the [Star Dream Rhyme Fruit] rewarded by the System, unique in the Great Desolation.

"What's wrong with the West? Barren?"

Taiyuan casually grabbed one and threw it into his mouth, juice splashing everywhere. "That's just outsiders spreading rumors. We're just low-key."

"Try it, some local specialty we grew ourselves."

Sovereign of Heaven's eyes widened.

Even on Mount Kunlun, known for its abundant treasures, he had never seen such a Spiritual Root.

He grabbed one and took a bite. The dense star laws instantly exploded in his mouth, and the heat from the hot pot was instantly smoothed over by a cool sensation, making his Primordial Spirit even clearer.

"What a treasure!"

Sovereign of Heaven's gaze towards Taiyuan completely changed.

This was no impoverished mighty figure from the barren West! This was clearly a walking treasure trove! He had to befriend this person!

Just as Sovereign of Heaven was stunned by the Western "local specialty."

Taiyuan's hands were also busy.

While chatting with Sovereign of Heaven, he casually used his serving chopsticks, constantly putting food into Old Ancestor Hongyun's bowl beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, don't just sit there grinning foolishly, eat some food."

"This piece of meat is good, this one contains the Power of Merit, very nourishing."

Hongyun, the good old man, was beaming with joy at this moment, completely lost in his happiness. How could he know Taiyuan's good intentions?

Every piece of meat Taiyuan put in front of him had been specially processed by the System.

Inside, there wasn't just spiritual energy, but also a trace of extremely subtle laws of luck mixed in.

Hongyun, that fellow, was born with Sha, the biggest pushover in the Great Desolation. Taiyuan originally didn't want to get involved in this karma.

But since he had eaten this meal and entered this game, he was considered half one of his own.

Taiyuan didn't want to see him die unclear in the future, so he used this hot pot meal to quietly help him stabilize his sieve-like luck.

This act was done extremely secretly.

Most of the people present were busy grabbing meat, so no one noticed.

Only the figure sitting in the front row of the great hall, on the sixth cushion, turned his head slightly.

Sinister, cold.

Kunpeng.

Although in this life, due to Taiyuan's intervention, Jieyin and Zhunti did not fight for seats, Kunpeng had steadily secured the sixth position, which represented the opportunity for a Saint.

Logically speaking, he was already a beneficiary and should be content.

But his nature was gloomy and suspicious, and he was extremely greedy.

He coldly watched the harmonious little circle in the corner.

Tongtian, one of the Three Pure Ones, Zhen Yuanzi, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, that foolish Hongyun, and the unfathomable Western Taiyuan.

These people gathered together were inherently a terrifying force.

Especially Taiyuan's inexplicable care for Hongyun, which stirred an unnamed jealousy and vigilance in Kunpeng's heart.

"The strong walk alone, the weak huddle together."

"But the momentum of this group is too strong."

A cold light flickered in Kunpeng's narrow eyes, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the cushion.

He felt a threat.

Not from his cultivation, but from the "aura" that he couldn't integrate into.

As if sensing something.

Taiyuan, who was drinking with Tongtian, paused slightly in his movement of raising his wine cup.

He didn't look back, but the smile on his lips became even more meaningful.

Using the action of raising his cup, Taiyuan slightly turned his body, his gaze piercing through the rolling steam, and precisely met Kunpeng's sinister eyes.

Their eyes met.

There were no sparks flying, only Taiyuan's nonchalant smile.

He even raised his cup from afar, his lips moving, silently saying two words:

"Not convinced?"

Kunpeng's pupils contracted sharply, he let out a cold snort, and directly turned his head away, closing his eyes to rest.

The discomfort of having his thoughts seen through deepened his wariness of this Western Daoist.

Just then.

A domineering and scorching aura of True Sun Fire suddenly approached.

The scattered cultivators and great beings who had been surrounding the hot pot felt this aura and instinctively made way.

Two figures arrived together.

The one in front wore the golden crow emperor's robe and a flat-topped crown, his face handsome and majestic, exuding a natural imperial aura with every move.

The one behind him held a chaotic great bell. Although he hadn't spoken, the fighting spirit that challenged the heavens made the surrounding space distort slightly.

Di Jun, Tai Yi.

These two future rulers of the Heavenly Court, although they had not yet established their clan, their ambition to rule the Great Desolation was already beginning to emerge.

Tongtian raised an eyebrow, his chopsticks didn't stop, he just glanced sideways:

"Two golden crows? What, not staying on the Sun Star, you want to freeload too?"

These words were very blunt.

But Di Jun was not annoyed. Instead, he revealed a smile that was as pleasant as a spring breeze.

He ignored Tongtian and looked directly at the main person, Taiyuan. Then he clasped his fists with both hands and gave a respectful greeting of equals:

"Fellow Daoist Taiyuan, I just saw you manifest the Pure Land in your dream and then host this wondrous feast for all. Di Jun admires this magnanimity."

"My brother and I are here not to freeload, but to seek guidance from you."

It was said to be seeking guidance.

But Di Jun's burning gaze swept over the "Western specialties" that Taiyuan had just produced several times.

It was obvious to anyone.

This wasn't seeking guidance at all! This was clearly seeing Taiyuan's wealth and connections and wanting to recruit him!

Taiyuan put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

He had long expected these two would come.

As the Great Desolation's current top ambitious figure, Di Jun would never let go of any opportunity to strengthen his power.

The strength displayed by the West's trio, especially Taiyuan's unfathomable foundation, had clearly become a piece of fat meat in Di Jun's eyes.

"I wouldn't dare claim to be 'seeking guidance'."

Taiyuan stood up, but he didn't walk out. Instead, he remained by the purple-gold Bagua furnace, looking at these two future Heavenly Emperors through the rising heat.

"However, since you've come, you are guests."

"I wonder, Fellow Daoists, do you wish to discuss romance, or do you wish to discuss... that kind of deadly business?"

Taiyuan smiled brilliantly.

But in his heart, he was calculating rapidly.

These two must be contacted. The future Yao Race Heavenly Court controlled most of the Great Desolation's resources.

But the distance had to be managed.

Too close, and during the future Witch-Yao Calamity, he might get splashed with blood.

Too far, and he wouldn't gain any benefits.

Business partners.

This was also the best positioning for now.

"Since Fellow Daoist Di Jun thinks highly of me, why don't we step aside and talk?" Taiyuan extended an invitation, but in his eyes, what flickered was not the clarity of cultivation, but the glint of a shrewd merchant's calculation.

Di Jun was stunned, then burst into laughter, "Exactly what I intended!"