Master, Moon Crown Bamboo

Edible... Human Race?!

Xu Xing's heart tightened.

"Master, you..."

Wu Shi was not surprised to see Xu Xing at a loss for words.

"That's right. I was the fiftieth Human Race member in this 'world' to endure the spiritual energy's scouring and survive."

If not for the sudden trouble within them—the unrest that broke out—he would likely have died long ago.

He would never forget that experience!

"Who was it? And why would they..."

Could it have been an experiment?

Classic scenes of aliens modifying humans flashed through Xu Xing's mind.

"The ones who did this were the Cang—the true rulers of this world. As for why they did it..." A trace of bitterness surfaced on Wu Shi's face.

"It was merely to develop new dishes."

To develop new dishes?!

Xu Xing froze.

"Didn't expect that, did you?"

He had learned all this from the casual conversation of several Cang Race members after he had been "processed."

As for precautions...

How could they possibly guard against an ingredient that had already been processed?

Precisely because he knew his own situation, knew the Human Race's situation in this world, he had named himself "Wu Shi," so that he would always remember everything he had suffered.

"Xiao Xing, do you think the Condensing One realm is formidable?" he suddenly asked.

"Of course it is!" Xu Xing answered without hesitation.

Leaving aside everything else, the ability to fly through the air without relying on external objects alone was already an "immortal art" from myths and legends.

Not to mention that Condensing One realm cultivators could do far more than that.

"Formidable..." Wu Shi's tone grew complicated. "Xiao Xing, you think the Condensing One realm is formidable, but what if I told you that it merely qualifies one to be served on the dining