Song Wei Qian ate with wild abandon, devoid of any ladylike demeanor. Any talk of gaining weight was long forgotten; her eyes were solely fixed on the roasted meat.
Xuan Yang’s expression was one of dazed shock. Song Wei Qian’s image as a goddess in his mind had crumbled, all her beauty vanishing.
A goddess had transformed into a tomboy. How could anyone endure that?
“Dean, how do you raise your children? How many days has she been starving?”
Ji Mo watched, somewhat stunned. She could eat that much?
The skeleton likely still had twenty to thirty pounds of meat on it, yet it was being devoured by Song Wei Qian at a visible rate.
Before long, only a pile of white bones remained of the Night Owl, every last scrap of meat meticulously gnawed clean by Song Wei Qian.
If not for the sheer hardness of the bones, making them impossible to chew, she might have even crushed and swallowed them.
“What kind of meat is this? It tastes really good. Is there any more?”
Song Wei Qian licked her fingers, her face slick with oil, still wanting more.
As she spoke, she let out a burp, her cherry-red lips emitting a rosy glow, her entire being radiating brilliance.
It was only then that she sensed something was amiss. Her body was filled with an immense amount of vital energy, her bones and flesh nourished, and her cultivation was rapidly improving.
“Miss Song, I finally understand why you can’t get married. If you eat this much, an ordinary family simply couldn’t afford to support you.”
Ji Mo sighed. To eat dozens of pounds of meat in one meal, what man would dare to marry such a wife?
He then spread his hands, indicating there was no more meat. If she wanted to eat more, she should bring her own, and he would gladly help roast it.
“How stingy. It’s just one flying beast. Old man, go get a few more. I’m treating tonight, let everyone eat to their heart’s content.”
Song Wei Qian said to her elderly father.
She treated, and Song Zhen Wei paid the bill. It was quite the display.
*Pfft…*
Song Zhen Wei nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. That was a peak Demon Emperor! Where was he supposed to get more?
And a few more? He couldn’t even get half of one.
Helplessly, Song Zhen Wei pointed to the feathers on the ground and said, “Here, this is what you just ate. If you have the ability, go catch a few yourself.”
“Catch them, I will…”
Song Wei Qian said dismissively. She picked up a feather and examined it closely, her expression changing dramatically as she couldn’t help but let out a scream.
The Night Owl. She had actually eaten that Night Owl.
It was over. If this matter was exposed, Zeng Qi Yan would probably roast her alive.
…
Outside the stone hall.
Zhu Chang and Wu Kong waited with eager anticipation.
With the Night Owl personally dispatched, victory was surely assured. They estimated it wouldn’t take long before Ji Mo’s head was brought back.
They were overjoyed, believing their revenge was at hand and their long-held grievances finally settled.
But things seemed to be going awry. The Night Owl had gone and never returned.
As time passed, their hopes gradually sank to the bottom.
By the time dawn broke in the east.
The two could finally confirm that the Night Owl was likely not coming back.
Suddenly.
The stone hall shook violently, accompanied by an enraged roar.
“The Night Owl’s life imprint has vanished! Who dares to kill my bird?”
The voice shook the heavens and earth, filled with boundless fury. The terrifying sonic waves swept in all directions.
Zhu Chang and Wu Kong heard the voice and recognized it as Zeng Qi Yan’s. Judging by his words, the Night Owl was indeed dead!
They immediately collapsed onto the ground.
Zeng Qi Yan had been focused on his cultivation, comprehending the profound mysteries of the Mortal Immortal realm. He was already halfway there, success imminent.
But a sudden premonition made him aware of the Night Owl’s vanished life imprint, and he let out an enraged roar.
Immediately, Zeng Qi Yan’s divine sense detected the figures of Zhu Chang and Wu Kong outside the stone hall, and he sternly questioned, “Zhu Chang, what exactly happened?”
“Dean Zeng, please calm your anger. The situation is as follows…”
Zhu Chang dared not conceal anything and recounted the entire sequence of events.
Afterward, he and Wu Kong were struck by a powerful force and sent flying backward.
“Trash! Not only are you useless, but you’ve also indirectly caused the death of my Night Owl.”
Zeng Qi Yan’s voice was bone-chillingly cold. If not for the concern of his reputation for harming his subordinates, he would have already dealt with these two useless wastes.
In Zeng Qi Yan’s eyes, Zhu Chang and Wu Kong were not even worth a single feather of the Night Owl. Moreover, Zhu Chang was crippled, and Wu Kong was infamous, with almost no remaining value.
Zhu Chang and Wu Kong coughed up blood, their hearts turning cold.
After serving Zeng Qi Yan faithfully for so many years, they had at least earned some effort, if not merit. Yet, to be treated with such heartlessness by him was truly disheartening.
“It must be that old scoundrel Song Zhen Wei! He used despicable means to kill my Night Owl. I will make him pay with his life, and that Ji Mo too! He must be buried with my little Owl.”
Zeng Qi Yan’s voice dripped with bone-deep hatred. He ordered Zhu Chang and Wu Kong, “Keep a close watch on Song Zhen Wei and Ji Mo for me during this period. When I emerge from seclusion later, I will personally avenge my little Owl.”
Zhu Chang and Wu Kong nodded repeatedly, not daring to utter a single unnecessary word, lest Zeng Qi Yan lose control of his temper and simply strike them dead.
Song Zhen Wei also heard the commotion caused by Zeng Qi Yan and couldn’t help but marvel.
He felt a strong oppressive aura from the other party’s presence, and his expression turned somewhat solemn.
“Mortal Immortal realm! I didn’t expect Zeng Qi Yan to break through the shackles and take that step. However, with Mr. Ji here, he won’t be able to cause any significant trouble.”
Song Zhen Wei was somewhat surprised but not overly concerned.
Ji Mo was his anchor, his pillar of strength. As long as he clung to Ji Mo’s substantial thigh, he had nothing to worry about.
Of course, he was unaware that Zeng Qi Yan blamed him for the Night Owl’s death, otherwise, he likely wouldn’t be so relaxed.
After the quarterly assessment, the number of people cursing Ji Mo decreased.
However, some still dared to defy the trend, deliberately cursing Ji Mo in front of Xuan Yang. Naturally, they were then severely dealt with by Xuan Yang.
But after being beaten, these male students didn’t cry out in pain; instead, their faces were filled with enjoyment, and their gazes toward Xuan Yang held deep meaning.
Within the academy, a strange wave of breakups also swept through.
The sole purpose of these breakups was to study the supreme profound mysteries of swordsmanship.
Of course, no second swordsmanship genius appeared. After all, without Ji Mo’s guidance, replicating Wang Wen Jian’s success was almost impossible.
Yet, a small number of people still saw their swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds, their strength soaring.
When one’s mind was free of women and focused wholeheartedly, success in anything came easily.
However, these individuals attributed their progress solely to the saying, “When the heart is free of women, the sword naturally becomes divine,” even revering this phrase as a golden tenet.
Some also secretly inquired about the secret behind Lin Meng Meng’s awakening of the Heaven Suppressing Overlord Body.
Lin Meng Meng did not conceal it and truthfully explained, but no one believed Ji Mo possessed such ability.
Some students who believed in metaphysics boldly speculated that Ji Mo might possess the legendary “Koi Destiny,” and those who interacted with him received a boost in luck.
Therefore, it was only after Lin Meng Meng and the other two disciples took Ji Mo as their master that they experienced such astonishing fortune.
Consequently, a portion of students actually believed this superstition and secretly began to worship Ji Mo.