Fantasy: My Wife is the Empress, and Our Cute Kids Wreak Havoc in the Nine Provinces – Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Do you want to eat something before fighting? These brats really need a beating.

“It smells so good.”

The aroma of grilled meat filled the air. All the cultivators twitched their noses in unison, swallowing large mouthfuls of saliva, their eyes almost popping out.

Even the eight Martial Emperors, who were engaged in a fierce battle with the Nine-Colored Deer’s eight Battle Bodies, couldn’t help but turn their heads to take a look.

Most of the cultivators present were from the major powers of Cang Province and Lei Province, and they were the elites and even core disciples of these major powers. They had tasted all kinds of delicacies, yet they couldn’t resist the mere smell of the grilled meat.

Moreover, it was the meat of an eighth-rank demon beast, the Demonic Jiao. Although the energy it contained was not as potent as the Deer Grass Jiao Blood Curd Soup, which had been enhanced with ancient divine power, it was still far superior to ordinary spiritual materials.

If they could have a few bites, it might even enhance their cultivation.

But thinking of how protective these two brats were of their food, the cultivators felt a sense of dread. They didn’t dare to speak rashly, let alone approach.

“Big Sister, the meat is ready. Come and try it.”

Chu Chen’s main body shouted loudly while flipping the grilling meat.

“Coming.”

Chu Xin’s main body responded and flashed over. She picked up a skewer of grilled Jiao meat, opened her small mouth, and took a big bite, savoring it carefully.

“Yum! This Jiao meat is so delicious.”

After just one bite, Chu Xin’s big, round eyes narrowed into crescents. She nodded her little head repeatedly, saying with a muffled voice, “Although it’s not as good as the eighth-rank demon beast meat Dad grills, it’s still very delicious.”

Hearing this, a hint of satisfaction appeared in Chu Chen’s eyes. In his heart, Dad’s grilled meat was also the best in the world, and he was content to be the second-best griller in the world.

A piece of grilled meat was longer than Chu Xin’s body. She held the specially made iron skewer with her small, fair hands, lifting the meat and tilting her head, nibbling from the bottom up. Her little mouth worked quickly, one bite after another, her mouth dripping with oil, eating at an extremely fast pace.

“Is it really that delicious?”

The cultivators were filled with curiosity, doubt, and desire.

The aroma of the grilled meat was already very tempting, and seeing the brat’s eating manner made them drool even more, unable to stop swallowing.

“No, I can’t take it anymore.”

A cultivator muttered in a low voice.

“What? Do you want to snatch it? There are eighteen brats. One spit from each of them can pin you down,” another cultivator beside him said with a hint of disdain.

The cultivator rolled his eyes and said, “Of course not. How could I seek my own humiliation? I’m leaving. Staying here is too torturous, both physically and mentally.”

“Where are you going? Back?” another cultivator asked in surprise.

Although they had no chance of obtaining the Nine-Colored Deer Grass and the replica of the Soul-Nourishing Pearl on Deer Island, there were other treasures to be found.

The cultivator looked around and whispered, “There are so many cultivators here, and there are eight Martial Emperors and eighteen brats. Even if there are good treasures, they won’t fall into our hands. As far as I know, the seventh-rank demon beasts in the Demonic Jiao Territory have basically been devoured by the Demonic Jiao. Now that the Demonic Jiao is dead, the strongest in the Demonic Jiao Territory are only at the peak of the sixth rank. With our strength, we can sweep through the area. Why not go to the Demonic Jiao Territory and plunder treasures?”

“That’s right, why didn’t I think of that?”

The other cultivator’s eyes lit up, and he urged, “Let’s go, let’s go together. We can watch each other’s backs.”

“Alright!”

The cultivator nodded, and then the two of them flew away together.

The other cultivators glanced at the two, most of them paying no attention. Only a few looked at the processed corpse of the Demonic Jiao and then at the direction the two cultivators had left, seeming to have thought of something. They followed in the direction of the two.

“Let’s go too.”

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Although the remaining cultivators hadn’t thought of going to the Demonic Jiao Territory, they didn’t want to stay near the Deer Cave, constantly enduring mental torture. They went to other parts of Deer Island to seek opportunities. After all, many cultivators had come to Deer Cave to train in the past, and many had been killed by the island’s demon beasts. There must be many treasures left behind. Moreover, although the spiritual materials in other parts of Deer Island were not as good as the Nine-Colored Deer Grass, there were still some of good quality.

In an instant, more than half of the cultivators left. However, there were still some who were reluctant to leave, staring longingly at the grilled meat and the Deer Grass Jiao Blood Curd Soup, swallowing their saliva.

Chu Xin and Chu Chen, the two siblings, sat on their small chairs, eating grilled meat and drinking Deer Grass Jiao Blood Curd Soup, very contentedly.

Chu Xin’s eight Battle Bodies were still processing the Demonic Jiao’s corpse, while Chu Chen’s eight Battle Bodies were focused on grilling meat.

They were connected to their main bodies, and naturally, they possessed all the abilities of their main bodies.

Chu Xin’s eyes darted around. She patted her little chair, rose into the air, and looked at the eight Martial Emperors fighting in the distance. She asked in her childish voice, “Are you hungry from fighting? Do you want to eat some grilled meat before continuing? It’s very fragrant.”

As she spoke, she fanned the air with her small, fair hand, sending the aroma of the grilled meat towards the battlefield.

Smelling the enticing aroma, the eight Martial Emperors were furious. These damn brats, couldn’t they see they were in the middle of a serious battle?

If this fragrance could affect everyone, it would be one thing. But the Nine-Colored Deer’s eight Battle Bodies were completely unaffected. Perhaps this was the biggest difference between Battle Bodies and cultivators.

Although they were connected to their main bodies, they would completely carry out their main bodies’ commands and would not be affected by other things.

“You don’t want to eat? That’s a pity. Such delicious grilled meat, but no one to share it with. What a shame.”

Chu Xin took a bite of the grilled meat, drank a mouthful of Deer Grass Jiao Blood Curd Soup, shook her head, and said in her childish voice.

The cultivators all rolled their eyes. This brat really needed a beating. If not for being entangled by the eight Battle Bodies, the eight Martial Emperors would probably have blasted that brat into smithereens.

“Big Sister, do you want more soup? It’s almost gone.”

At this moment, Chu Chen’s voice rang out.

“A little more.”

Chu Xin descended from the air and finished the last bit of Deer Grass Jiao Blood Curd Soup in the pot.

“The Deer Grass Jiao Blood Curd Soup is gone,” a cultivator said with a look of disappointment.

“These two brats are such gluttons. They ate three pieces of grilled meat and drank such a big pot of soup. Can they handle it?” Another cultivator was shocked by the siblings’ appetite.

“What’s in the pot?”

Suddenly, a cultivator pointed at the two drops of liquid remaining in the pot, a look of surprise on his face.

“Isn’t that the two drops of water that the brat added, the ones that contain ancient divine power?”

A cultivator’s eyes showed intense greed. That was ancient divine power. If they could cultivate near it, their progress would be greatly accelerated. Moreover, they might even be able to cultivate energy that was more advanced than True Qi, and it might even transform their bodies.

The remaining cultivators were once again tempted.

But looking at the eighteen brats, a bucket of cold water instantly poured over their heads.

“Calm down, you must calm down. You can’t mess with the brats, and you definitely can’t mess with eighteen brats.”

The cultivators silently chanted in their hearts.