"I never said I was going to eat you," Ling Qing said.
"You're not going to eat me?" The Ginseng King was stunned for a moment, then flared up in anger. "If you're not going to eat me, why did you come catch me?"
"Earlier, I obtained a 'Steamed Wild Game Ginseng Soup Method.' It says that if one uses thousand-year-old ginseng to make soup, drinking it allows one to immediately ascend and become an immortal. I wanted to see whether this recipe is real." Ling Qing copied out the recipe he had obtained from the Mountain God Instance and handed it to the Ginseng King.
"Isn't that still eating me?" the Ginseng King roared furiously, then looked ready to burst into tears again.
Ling Qing flicked his whisk, and a stream of magical power bound him, leaving him frozen in that state just before tears fell.
"I'm only researching it. I never said I'd actually use you to make ginseng soup."
After all, the Ginseng King possessed two thousand years of cultivation. Before long, he broke free of Ling Qing's restraint and said with a mournful face, "It's ginseng soup. If you don't use me to make the soup, how will you know what it does?"
"That's true."
"You..." The Ginseng King pointed at Ling Qing, unable for a moment to find any words.
"You have so many roots. Just snap off one or two and try it." Ling Qing smiled. "If it really works, then if you eat yourself, wouldn't you immediately ascend and become an immortal? Wouldn't that be far better than frittering away your days in the mortal world?"
"I..." Just as the Ginseng King was about to refute him, he suddenly froze.
Then he asked hesitantly, "If I eat myself, can I really become an