Jiang Chen divided up the spirit fruits.
Tie Zhu took the one shaped like a child, while he took the round fruit that looked like blood jade.
Uncle Wei and the Evil Self each received two pitch-black leaves, since these contained dense death energy, making them just right for the two ghosts.
Despite receiving such a treasure, Tie Zhu showed no delight. Instead, he tossed it on the ground, sniffed it, and suddenly leaped away warily. Then he ran back to sniff it again, only to immediately leap away with his neck tilted.
His face was full of hostility, and he muttered under his breath.
"What's that smell? Could this thing possibly taste better than me?"
"Dad, don't let the fragrance it gives off fool you. Truly delicious food keeps its scent tucked away, hidden until the moment it comes out of the pot. Only then does it unleash ten thousand rays of golden light and blind everyone!"
"This thing... tsk, tsk... if you ask Little Zhu here, it's all looks!"
The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched.
He understood now. After his enhancement, all these spirit fruits carried an extremely enticing fragrance. His foolish son had actually taken these fruits for formidable rivals on the delicious-food rankings.
Beside them, Uncle Wei was impressed despite not quite understanding, and he marveled repeatedly.
"Jiang, my boy, your son knows so much. Though a demon, he understands human ways, and he's even a food enthusiast."
"You could say that..." Jiang Chen said in a muffled voice.
"By the way, would it be better for us to consume these now, or must we wait until the day we break through?"
Uncle Wei spoke again.
He no longer stood on ceremony with Jiang Chen and simply asked whatever was on his mind. It was