The Main Thing Is Smoldering

A thoroughly surreal scene was playing out in the back mountains of the Moon Concealment Sect.

Two cultivators were inside a room, grunting as they carried a three-hundred-pound old sow that was terrified out of her wits and kicking wildly.

Like carrying a sacrifice, they laboriously and unsteadily aimed her fat, round backside, speckled with mud and grass clippings, at the mouth of a priceless crimson alchemy furnace.

"Line it up! Drop her!"

Squelch.

A dull, elastic sound rang out.

The sow's enormous, warm, life-filled backside perfectly and seamlessly covered the blazing furnace's opening.

The heat built up inside even made the hair around that area curl slightly, releasing the faintest burnt smell.

The sow let out a terrified squeal that cracked in pitch and struggled uselessly, but a powerful hand held her firmly in place.

Perfect seal!

"It worked!" Fang Yu wiped away his sweat and smiled with satisfaction at his masterpiece.

Nangong Wan released her grip and took a step back, staring at the scene before her—an alchemy furnace, a sow's backside, and a mountain of peerless spiritual materials beside them—something worthy of being recorded in the history of bizarre acts within the Moon Concealment Sect and even the Yue Country Cultivation World.

She felt her Dao Heart trembling and could not help asking, "Wh-what if she struggles free? We can't keep holding her down forever, can we?"

"Easy." Fang Yu chuckled and gently patted the back of the sow's thick neck.

Smack.

A soft sound.

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation, nor was there any flash of light.

Yet miraculously, the sow, who had been twisting about in terror just a moment ago, suddenly stiffened. Then, an extremely faint, nearly transparent milky-white glow instantly spread across her entire body like a film of water.

Her terrified little