Spirit City, the Main Hall of Pope Palace.
The solemn, imposing council chamber, which only Titled Douluo had been permitted to enter, was now filled with the stench of roasted meat and strong liquor.
"Smack! Smack!"
Wang Wu sat like a king on a temporary, oversized animal-hide chair beside the papal throne that had originally belonged to Bibi Dong.
He had one foot propped on the chair and was clutching the leg of some Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, grease slicking his mouth as he ate.
The table before him was piled high with "priceless medicinal herbs," treasures revered across the entire Douluo Continent.
Ten Thousand Year Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma, Aromatic Silk Beauty—everything had been heaped up like cabbage.
"Ptooey!"
Wang Wu bit into a Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng, its rich fragrance wafting through the air. He chewed twice, then spat it straight onto the floor. "What kind of trash is this?"
"It's as bland as water! There's no energy in it at all!"
"And these are the 'heavenly treasures' you were talking about? Back home, people feed this stuff to pigs, and even the pigs won't eat it!"
Below the dais.
A group of Cardinals watched the ginseng lying on the floor, their hearts bleeding.
That was a treasure capable of prolonging life and increasing Soul Power!
And he'd just wasted it?!
Bibi Dong sat in the seat of honor, gripping the crumpled copy of Mad Lion Force in her hand. Suppressing her fury and murderous intent, she forced out a smile. "Elder Wang, these are already the finest herbs in Spirit Hall's storerooms."
"If you feel they lack energy, I can send people to search the depths of Star Dou Forest."
"Forget it, forget it."
Wang Wu waved dismissively, then wiped his greasy hand on the expensive silk tablecloth. "You can't