"But devouring something was not so easy."
"Some things were easy to eat but not so easy to digest... You might eat something one way, only for it to come out the other end exactly the same way; or worse, after swallowing it, the food might wreak havoc inside you. At best, it would ruin your stomach. At worst, it could cost you your life."
Hearing those few "might"s from Mr. Wu, Zheng Qing inexplicably pictured a monk with a furry face and thunder-god beak alongside a seductive female demon. Then the scene shifted, and the monkey was sitting around with several other bizarre-looking monks, eating hotpot and singing, his chopsticks lifting a cluster of plump enoki mushrooms.
The young man could not help twitching the corner of his mouth.
Mr. Wu gave him a suspicious look. Only after confirming that the young man before him was still perfectly normal did he shake his head and continue at an unhurried pace. "...In short, Xiangliu discovered after devouring Cthulhu that it had no way to 'digest' it. As I said before, it was very good at seizing fleeting opportunities. And this time, the grand operation the school had laid out in the Black Prison was its greatest opportunity. It could use the chance to 'shed its shell,' borrowing outside force to shatter the indigestible Cthulhu in its belly... This was an exceptionally brilliant method of bodily dissolution. It could sever much troublesome karma while also aligning with the Ancient Ones' profound principle of 'reducing oneself to emptiness.'"
"Originally, Mist and those little fellows like Ulrich had merely planned to sneak into the Black Prison, snatch a couple of fruits, and run. Both had a good chance of attaining the Legendary Rank, so they had the courage to take the risk. Once