Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe and Tan Tai Mieming came to the table. They knew the rule of not eating until the elders were present. Tan Tai Mingyue said coquettishly, "Grandpa, please hurry up and eat. I'm hungry."

Tantai Mieming picked up a piece of fish, tasted it, and said, "Red carp is a rare delicacy in the world. Its meat is tender and juicy, with an incomparable flavor, and is especially suitable for making sashimi. Shanhe boy, you have grasped this wonderful quality, and your culinary skills must have reached the level of a master chef. You cut the meat with the swift sword intent, and your control of the sword intent has reached the highest level. You are truly a genius. Everyone, don't just stand there, pick up your chopsticks and enjoy this delicacy."

As the saying goes, "high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods." As the saying goes, it's difficult to satisfy everyone, Zhao Shanhe has prepared several exquisite dipping sauces, allowing everyone to freely mix and match according to their personal taste.

Tantai Mieming picked up the bottle, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large gulp. This gulp was at least half a pound, and it tasted refreshing and not overpowering. But after it reached his stomach, he felt a burning sensation and a dizzy head. If it weren't for his advanced cultivation, he would have made a fool of himself.

The alcohol in this world is only over 30% alcohol at most, while the alcohol brewed by Zhao Shanhe is at least 50% and above. Tan Tai Fengdu had obviously suffered losses before. Seeing his father's expression, he asked with a gloating look, "Father, is the Wuliangye brewed by Shanhe strong enough?"

Tan Tai Mieming replied calmly, "Well, it's not bad. Shanhe is also quite talented in brewing wine. He enjoys it by drinking and eating meat with big gulps."

Tan Tai Ming Yue blinked her eyes curiously at her grandfather's flushed face and asked in confusion, "Grandpa, why is your face so red? How does this wine taste?"

Tantai Mieming choked when he heard his granddaughter's words. After coughing a few times, he slowly said, "Mingyue, this wine tastes terrible and is extremely spicy. If you don't believe me, you can ask your father."

Tan Tai Ming Yue retorted, "Grandpa, if it didn't taste good, you wouldn't be drinking every day. Dad, is it really that bad?"

Tantai Fengdu knew full well that her father didn't want Tantai Mingyue to drink, because alcohol was a medium for lust. And Zhao Shanhe wasn't a gentleman. Young men and women together were prone to losing control, and adding alcohol to the mix would be even more dangerous. How to dispel his daughter's desire to drink was a real headache.

Just as he was racking his brains and had no idea what to do, Zhao Shanhe called out, "Mingyue, we are still young and shouldn't drink alcohol. I've prepared some delicious juice, come and try it."

Tan Tai Fengdu nervously wiped his forehead with his hand, though he wasn't actually sweating. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at his father, thinking to himself, "I must keep my distance from this treacherous fellow from now on. He even betrayed his own son!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar of a bull echoed through the air, seemingly shaking the entire world. Zhao Shanhe carried the roasted delicacies to the blue ox outside the yard and began feeding them. The blue ox, instantly excited by the fragrant food, chewed it with gusto. One was feasting with joy, the other was busy and bustling. After roasting seven monsters in a row, they finally fed them.

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but sigh internally. It seemed that cultivating the art of spiritual cooking too deeply wasn't always a good thing. Back when he first started practicing, all he needed was a single Fiery Sheep to produce a pile of cow dung. Now, he needed seven demonic beasts. And that was without the Fiery Sheep; otherwise, the number would have been even greater. Even though it was Tan Tai Ming Zhu who provided the contribution points, he still felt like he was losing out.

All good things must come to an end. Zhao Shanhe took Luo Tianshuang away and returned to his residence. Having just finished refining the Frost Fruit, the two needed to calm down and not practice for the time being.

Zhao Shanhe hadn't had a moment of rest or peace since entering the Mystical Land of Immortal Grasses. Now, it was time to relax his ever-tightened nerves. So, he stretched out his body, slowly slumped onto the bed, and prepared for a sound sleep. Seeing this, Luo Tianshuang followed him closely, getting into bed and quickly slipping into his spacious, warm embrace.

Luo Tianshuang nestled quietly in Zhao Shanhe's arms, her mind a whirl of thoughts and mixed emotions. She felt a mixture of trepidation and anticipation for what was about to unfold. Just then, a gentle, steady snore reached her ears. Gradually, her mind calmed, and she slowly closed her eyes, sinking into a sweet dream.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, and Zhao Shanhe slowly awoke from a deep sleep. He subconsciously stretched, and suddenly felt the strange softness of someone's arms. Memories of last night flooded back. They hadn't done anything unpleasant; they had simply fallen asleep in each other's arms.

At this moment, Luo Tianshuang slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Zhao Shanhe's. She parted her red lips and whispered softly, "Brother Shanhe, if you find it unbearable, I... I'm willing to help you ease the pressure." Before she finished speaking, a faint blush crept onto her rosy cheeks, and her eyes revealed a hint of shyness and determination.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shanhe said angrily, "You little brat, what are you thinking about all day? Stop reading pornographic books. Hurry up and practice diligently. Entering the Foundation Establishment Stage as soon as possible is the right path. When that happens, I'll find a dual cultivation technique, and we can enjoy the pleasures of love every night."

Luo Tianshuang blushed when she heard this, but she couldn't help but feel a little confused. She asked in a low voice, "Brother Shanhe, what should we do about Tantai Mingyue?"

Zhao Shanhe teased, "Sister Tianshuang, are you planning to eat alone?"

Luo Tianshuang quickly explained: "Brother Shanhe, that's not what I meant."

"Okay, I'll just hug you left and right. Stay here honestly and try not to go out. I'm worried that someone might harm you."

Luo Tianshuang nodded obediently and replied, "Brother Shanhe, I understand."

Zhao Shanhe was deeply fond of Luo Tianshuang. She was not only beautiful, but also possessed a gentle and graceful personality that endeared her. Tan Tai Mingyue was equally exceptional and truly capable. He loved both women and would never give up on either.

Competition in the immortal world is fierce, brutal, and relentless. The survival of the strong and the elimination of the weak is an eternal principle. To achieve greater things, one must possess sufficient strength to match them. Zhao Shanhe knew that now was not the time to indulge in pleasure and desire; only by relentlessly striving to improve his cultivation could he go further.