Your feed?

A pig’s feed?!

The faces of the nine disciples from the Five Poison Sub-Palace turned green, matching the color of their robes.

The proud, genius disciples of the Five Poison Sub-Palace, force-fed pig slop by an actual pig!

Every time they thought about it, the nine of them wanted to die.

If they hadn’t been severely injured and immobilized by the backlash from their Poisonous Beasts’ deaths, they would have jumped up to slaughter the pig and stew it on the spot.

However, after the Pig Emperor smacked each of them on the back of the head, the nine were forced to crush the Medicinal Pills in their mouths.

And then...

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

The looks of grief and indignation on the nine green-robed disciples’ faces vanished, replaced by shock, eagerness, and enjoyment.

They chewed forcefully and rapidly, frantically munching on the Medicinal Cuisine in their mouths and making loud smacking sounds, completely devoid of the dignity expected of a Cultivator.

’Someone tell me, what is this pig’s feed made of? How can it be so delicious?!’

’The shame! I know this is pig slop, but I still want more!’

’It’s so good, I’ll accept my fate even if this is all part of some conspiracy!’

’I always thought that diligent Cultivation and Breaking Realms were the greatest joys in life, but now I see that fine food is the true foundation of happiness!’

’*Sniffle*... It’s so damn good!’

At last, tears welled up in the corners of the nine green-robed disciples’ eyes.

Not from the pain of their injuries, nor the sorrow of their utter defeat, but because they were simply overwhelmed by the exquisite flavor in their mouths.

However, the delicious taste was only the beginning.

The nine green-robed disciples soon discovered that after they swallowed the Medicinal Cuisine, a potent Medicinal Power surged from their lower abdomens, spreading through their flesh and Meridians to every corner of their bodies.

Nourished by this Medicinal Power, the injuries from the backlash began to heal at a terrifying speed.

By the time the Medicinal Power faded, their injuries, while not fully healed, were no longer serious.

At the very least, they could stand up and move about freely.

"How is this possible?!"

The nine of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with nothing but shock and utter disbelief.

The backlash from the death of a Poisonous Beast was no laughing matter.

As disciples of the Five Poison Sub-Palace, they had seen far too many promising prodigies reduced to useless cripples after their Poisonous Beast died.

They had seen even more succumb to cultivation deviation, their lives ultimately forfeit.

Just moments ago, when their Poisonous Beasts had been killed by Jin Sanpang, they had prepared to face death.

They never imagined that a mysterious pill—a pig’s feed—would pull them back from the Ghost Gate!

"This..."

As shocked and excited as the nine green-robed disciples were, their hearts were also filled with dread and unease.

Putting the matter of the mysterious pills aside, why would the Pig Emperor save them?

Out of kindness and compassion?

They certainly didn’t believe that.

There had to be a grand conspiracy at play!

Just as they were racking their brains over this puzzle, the various Immortal experts from the Five Poison Sub-Palace drew near.

They had intended to recruit Jin Sanpang at any cost. But when they saw the nine green-robed disciples get up from the ground, hale and hearty, the powerful experts froze in place like wooden posts, their mouths agape and their faces etched with shock.

’What... what is happening?’

’Are we dreaming?’

Why hadn’t they rushed to rescue the nine green-robed disciples suffering from the backlash after the battle ended?

For one, they wanted to show goodwill toward Jin Sanpang, making their stance clear.

For another, more important reason, the nine had lost their Poisonous Beasts. They had essentially been handed a death sentence, and there was no point in trying to save them.

In other words, the Five Poison Sub-Palace had already given up on them.

Life is often full of such dramatic irony.

The experts from the Mad Beast Sub-Palace had tried and failed to save their own, while the experts from the Five Poison Sub-Palace hadn’t even tried, yet theirs had all survived.

"What are you all gawking at? This Emperor’s feed isn’t a free meal! Get over here, all of you. This Emperor feels your way of thinking is very dangerous. You need a Great Sage, a being of great wisdom like myself, to teach you a proper lesson!"

With that, the Pig Emperor gave a tuft of bristles on its head a jaunty flick and turned to walk away.

The nine green-robed disciples stared blankly. "..."

’A lesson?’

’Your feed may be described with the word "legendary," but that face of yours...’

’No offense!’

’No matter how we look at you, you don’t seem like a Great Sage or a being of great wisdom!’

’Besides, this is obviously a giant trap!’

The nine disciples exchanged glances, their hearts filled with complicated emotions.

In their hearts, they certainly didn’t want to go with the Pig Emperor, much less listen to any "lesson."

But the Pig Emperor’s feed had, without a doubt, saved their lives.

Even though the Pig Emperor and Jin Sanpang were a team, that couldn’t change the fact that they owed it a life-saving debt.

So... gritting their teeth and steeling themselves, the nine disciples obediently followed behind the Pig Emperor.

Jin Sanpang, not trusting the Pig Emperor to go alone, dragged his hefty frame along behind them.

Seeing this, the experts of the Five Poison Sub-Palace said nothing more and fell in step behind Jin Sanpang, sticking to him like glue.

To them, Jin Sanpang was a treasure they were determined to acquire!

"Try to restrain your abilities. Don’t frighten everyone off," Mo Qi secretly reminded the Pig Emperor via voice transmission.

The Pig Emperor’s abilities were admittedly bizarre, but there was no denying they were incredibly powerful.

They were, in fact, essential Divine Techniques for setting people up.

Mo Qi was counting on those abilities to work wonders in the Demon Spirit Battlefield, allowing them to rake in a huge haul.

If he revealed everything now, the other Sub-Palaces would surely be on their guard when the time came.

He couldn’t afford to sacrifice a great gain for a small one.

"I know, I know! You don’t trust this Emperor to handle things?"

Mo Qi nodded and pulled out the slip of paper covered in tiny, fly-speck handwriting again.

Now that opponents had been found for Liu Hui and Jin Sanpang to wreak havoc on, it was time to speed things up for the others.

Mo Qi had no intention of continuing with one match at a time. He wanted to run multiple matches simultaneously!

Seeing this, a shudder ran through everyone present, including the many Immortals.

’Don’t tell me this guy wants to keep going?’

’Is this Sub-Palace exchange going to turn into his one-man show?’

The most frustrated of all were the Sub-Palaces that had been plotting against Mo Qi.

’How the hell are we supposed to fight this?!’

If Liu Hui, with his Dragon Blood, could perhaps be defeated since he lacked a Void Realm Cultivation, then Jin Sanpang—who single-handedly shattered the Five Poison Array and possessed a Void Realm Cultivation—could only be described with one word: invincible!

What was even more alarming was that their members were getting stronger, from Liu Hui to Jin Sanpang.

Did that mean the next person Mo Qi sent out would be even stronger?

And more to the point... just how powerful was Mo Qi himself to be able to command such geniuses?

’No!’

’This can’t be allowed to continue!’

Conversely, the Sub-Palaces that had remained neutral were looking forward to Mo Qi’s next move. Some even hoped their own Sub-Palace would be the one Mo Qi chose to challenge next.