This drastically changed Chen Cheng’s impression of Ji Jingbei.

Ji Jingbei was known for his strictness, and he insisted that all his subordinates, including the Chief Constables from the Four Great Clans, had to strictly abide by the rules of the City Guard Department.

But judging by his behavior now, he seemed to be a subordinate of the Jiang Family.

After a moment of thought, Chen Cheng found it understandable. The Jiang Family controlled the City Lord’s Mansion, and Jiang Lang was the foremost martial artist of Linji City’s younger generation. If one could earn the Jiang Family’s favor and be cultivated by them, many would choose to align themselves with the Jiangs.

It was understandable that Ji Jingbei would align with the Jiang Family. Perhaps he had been cultivated by them all along. Only with the backing of the Jiang Family, who controlled the City Lord’s Mansion, could he maintain order in a major area like Lishui District.

That fellow Yan Jian went down to pay his respects to Jiang Lang and was actually treated with courtesy. Jiang Lang even praised him with a few words in public.

However, it was merely a few words of praise, with no hint of recruiting him into the Jiang Family’s ranks. After all, cultivating an expert at or above the Muscle Strengthening Realm required considerable resources. The three young Chief Constables the Jiang Family was already nurturing in Lishui District were no less talented or powerful in the Martial Dao than Yan Jian. There was simply no reason to waste more resources on him.

Even so, after Yan Jian returned to their private room on the second floor, he was still beside himself with excitement. He went on and on about how approachable Young Master Jiang was, how magnanimous, and how he showed respect for talented individuals.

Before long, a server brought up the Eight Treasures of the Drunken Immortal and the Demon Beast Meat. Once all the dishes and wine were on the table, everyone began to eat and drink, and the conversation flowed pleasantly.

The Ink Flood Dragon Meat was truly remarkable, its flavor savory, fragrant, and invigorating. After eating several pounds of it, Chen Cheng felt waves of warmth welling up in his abdomen and spreading throughout his body. It was an incredibly pleasant sensation.

Although they had each stated how much Ink Flood Dragon Meat they could eat when ordering, it wasn’t clearly divided when brought to the table. Everyone simply ate and drank as they pleased.

Mu Xiaowan and Shen Qingpeng ate the least; neither could manage even half a pound before their faces flushed and their bodies grew hot, unable to handle any more.

Wu Tingting could handle a little more, but she stopped at just under a pound and didn’t touch the Ink Flood Dragon Meat again.

Yan Jian forced himself to eat over a pound, nearly two, but he too dared not eat any more.

Shen Junmo was a surprisingly big eater, putting away more than five pounds of the Ink Flood Dragon Meat before he finally stopped.

"Urp... I’m full, too!" Shen Junmo’s face was beet-red as he let out a small burp. He glanced at Chen Cheng, who was still eating leisurely with a completely normal expression, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The others, long since full and slightly flushed from the meal, also stared at Chen Cheng as if he were some kind of monster.

"Mm... The replenishing effect of Tier Four Demon Beast Meat on one’s Qi Blood Power is much stronger than that of other demon meats. You should all have some more." Seeing everyone staring at him, Chen Cheng said with a smile as he continued to eat.

Everyone shook their heads vigorously.

In no time, Chen Cheng had finished off the rest of the Ink Flood Dragon Meat and all of the Purple-eyed Frenzied Tiger Meat, his expression still perfectly normal.

"Young Master Chen, you don’t feel uncomfortable at all?" Shen Junmo finally couldn’t resist asking.

Chen Cheng smiled and gave an indirect answer. "Getting to eat the Eight Treasures of the Drunken Immortal, Ink Flood Dragon Meat, and Purple-eyed Frenzied Tiger Meat feels great!"

This was the truth. The Demon Beast Meat digested incredibly quickly. Shortly after being eaten, it was mostly broken down and transformed into Qi Blood Power, causing waves of warmth to well up in his abdomen and spread through his entire body. Chen Cheng could feel his Qi Blood Power surging—an utterly sublime sensation.

As he silently circulated his Iron Armor Skill to channel the Qi Blood Power, Chen Cheng sensed that even all this Demon Beast Meat wasn’t enough to bring his reserves to their maximum.

’I’ll probably need another five pounds or so of Ink Flood Dragon Meat to replenish my Qi Blood Power to Perfection. Only then would it overflow like it does for a normal person, causing my body to heat up and my face to flush.’

’So my constitution really is like a blood ox!’