Crimson blood pooled, flesh piled like grains of rice, and white bones crumbled to ash.
Inside the pavilion, tables lay overturned and the fragrance of wine filled the air. Amid unbridled laughter, they feasted to their hearts' content!
Seeing the bear's expression, as though he had drunk a bellyful of cat piss, the demons felt their curiosity itch unbearably. They crowded around and pressed him for details.
The slabs of flesh on General Bear's cheeks wobbled as he smugly hummed some filthy little ditty he had picked up somewhere.
Watching them scratch their ears and cheeks in frustration pleased him more than fine wine. Only after he had put on enough airs and thoroughly milked his moment did he leisurely say:
"Look at you! What a bunch of hopeless fools."
"But a Foundation Establishment cultivator—that's a truly fine flavor. I ate one back on White Baleful Mountain, and I can still savor the taste to this day~"
"Tell us! Tell us!"
"Give us the details."
"Yes, dear brother! Stop keeping us on tenterhooks."
They would not let him off and urged him loudly, until he finally leaned down, drew a little closer, and described it:
"That cultivator had a fine set of bones and sinews, tempered by his immortal foundation. His flesh was firm and springy between the teeth. I was so greedy and impatient that I swallowed half his body in one bite, and his immortal foundation, along with all his cultivation, immediately came flowing out..."
"How could I bear to waste that? I pursed my lips and sucked it right up. That immortal foundation was scorching hot, like a fritter fresh from the pot—savory, silky, oily, succulent, scalding. I couldn't bear to spit it out, so I swallowed it whole."
These rustic demons had never tasted such a