"Listen, Little Black, do you ever want roasted beast meat again?" Utterly embarrassed, Wenlong threatened Little Black with the meat when it talked back.
The trick worked, sure enough. Little Black nodded obediently, gazing longingly at the beast meat before it. Ah, it smells so good. Humans have so many rules.
Only after Little Black settled down did Wenlong chop the roast into several large chunks. Then he began dividing it up: one for you, one for me, one for the other fellow-but none for the little monkey.
The little monkey's eyes blazed with anger, but it dared not make a sound. It could only stare at the roast, drooling in miserable silence.
Wenlong could not bear it. After all, the little monkey had spent quite a while helping him prepare it.
"Hey, Red Butt, will you behave from now on?" he asked the little monkey, who swallowed its drool and nodded repeatedly.
"All right, you can have a share too." Wenlong started dividing the roast again: one for you, one for me, one for the other fellow, and one for Red Butt.
Once the roast was divided, Little White and Little Black had the biggest portions, while Wenlong had the best cuts. The little monkey got the scraps from the edges, but it did not mind. Having something to eat was enough.
After eating their fill, the others lay down to sleep. Only Wenlong sat in meditation after his meal, refining what he had consumed.
His aura surged higher and higher. This was seventh-tier beast meat, packed with rich spiritual energy, and it pushed his cultivation toward the late Heaven Realm.
His strength soared as well. If he ate roasted demon beast meat again, could he enter the Immortal Realm?
In the morning, they prepared to set out, but