The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

The market at the Shadow Academy was bustling with people.

There are a wide variety of stalls, some selling precious medicinal herbs, some displaying strange magic weapons, and some are snack stalls cooking delicious dishes.

Manzhu and Chu Feng walked side by side, moving freely among the bustling crowd.

Whenever Manzhu walked to a stall, the stall owners would immediately stop what they were doing and respectfully call out, "Hello, Senior Sister!"

Their eyes were full of awe and worship, as if Manzhu was the goddess in their hearts.

Manzhu led Chu Feng into a "Baiwei Pavilion" restaurant, and the two sat at a table by the window.

Chu Feng looked at Manzhu's beautiful face, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He said softly, "Beautiful Manzhu, I have already fasted and do not need to eat. You don't need to waste money on me."

However, Manzhu just smiled slightly, waved and called out, "Waiter, serve the food!"

Then, she ordered, "Bring me a super spicy mutton hotpot. Remember to add thousand-year-old ginseng, and two pots of ten-year-old Hundred Flowers Wine."

After a while, the waiter came over with a steaming mutton hotpot.

The hot pot was filled with steam and aroma, and a layer of red peppers was floating on top, which looked extremely tempting.

At the same time, two bottles of fragrant Hundred Flowers Wine were placed on the table.

Chu Feng looked at the delicious food on the table and couldn't help but feel moved.

Although he had been fasting for a long time, the mutton hotpot and hundred-flower wine in front of him made him swallow his saliva.

He knew that these ingredients were extremely precious, and Manzhu was so generous in preparing them for him, which made him feel very touched.

Manzhu quickly opened the lids of the two bottles of Hundred Flowers Wine, and a rich and refreshing fragrance instantly spread out, intoxicating her.

Chu Feng stared at the Hundred Flowers Wine in front of him. The aroma it exuded was so pleasant that it seemed to touch one's heartstrings.

Manzhu held the wine jug in both hands, took a few sips, then closed her eyes and enjoyed the mellowness and sweetness of the moment.

After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, put down the wine pot, and introduced with a smile: "Daoyou, this Hundred Flowers Wine is carefully refined with a hundred kinds of rare flowers and herbs. It is absolutely non-toxic, you can drink it with confidence.

After drinking it, your demonic energy will definitely surge, and your cultivation will improve."

Chu Feng stroked the wine pot, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "I haven't touched this wine for almost a year.

The rules of that Xiuxian Academy are too strict. Not only can you not pursue female cultivators, you can't even taste this fine wine."

After saying this, Chu Feng sighed helplessly.

Manzhu poured a bowl of steaming hot mutton for Chu Feng, placed it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Daoyou, eat more, you need to nourish your body well..."

Chu Feng frowned when he heard this: "How do you know I can't do it?

One day I'll practice on you, and you'll know how powerful I am."

Manzhu covered her mouth and giggled, then put down her hand and said playfully: "I have poison on me, are you afraid?"

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his lips in a determined arc, and said slowly: "The feeling of being poisoned is indeed excruciating and unbearable.

But for me, this pain seems insignificant.

Even if you were emitting a deadly poison, I would approach you without hesitation and willingly accept the torment."

"Fellow Daoist, you are really good at teasing me. However, please finish the bowl of special mutton in front of you before you talk."

Manzhu's lips curled up slightly, and there was a cunning light flashing between her eyebrows, as if she was brewing a little prank.

Chu Feng looked at the bright red peppers in the bowl and couldn't help but shed tears in his heart.

How can we bear this abnormal spiciness?

He took a deep breath, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and began to taste this challenging bowl of mutton.

As the mutton entered his mouth, a strong spicy taste instantly swept over his taste buds, as if countless small flames were jumping in his mouth.

Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on Chu Feng's face. He clenched his teeth, endured the spicy taste, and finished the bowl of mutton bite by bite with difficulty.

Finally, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, his whole body had turned red, as if he had been roasted by fire.

Manzhu couldn't help laughing when she saw him like this. The sound was sharp and crisp, as sweet as a silver bell.

The guests around were also attracted by the sudden laughter and turned their eyes to the two of them.

They were whispering and talking among themselves.

"This senior sister from Piao Miao Sect is playing tricks on people again. She's really cruel."

"That boy is quite handsome, but it's a pity that he is just a woman's plaything after all."

"But then again, that young man seems to be quite willing. He's really hard to understand."

However, Manzhu seemed not to care about those who were talking behind her back.

She still maintained that sly smile, her eyes full of confidence and unruliness.

She knew that her every move would be the focus of everyone's attention, and she was happy to enjoy the feeling of being noticed.

Manzhu stood up and walked lightly to Chu Feng's side.

Her bright eyes noticed the bowl in front of Chu Feng, and saw several red peppers lying in it.

Manzhu smiled slightly, then turned around and picked up the spoon beside her.

She elegantly scooped up a large spoonful of mutton, filled a bowl, and gently placed it in front of Chu Feng.

With a joking tone, he said: "Have another bowl, this whole pot is all yours.

If you can’t stand the spiciness, drink a few sips of Baihua Niang to relieve the spiciness.”

After saying this, Manzhu gently stroked the hem of her skirt and sat down gracefully.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng immediately picked up the Hundred Flowers Winemaking Pot beside him, raised his head and took a sip.

The sweet and delicious wine instantly flows in the mouth, bringing a hint of coolness, which forms a sharp contrast with the spiciness in the mouth.

He put down the wine jug, picked up the bowl impatiently, and started eating with big mouthfuls.

As he swallowed the food, the evil spirit in his body seemed to begin to stir, as if stimulated by the hot food.

Therefore, Chu Feng quickened his eating speed and quickly ate up all the mutton in the bowl, not even sparing the chili peppers, putting them into his mouth one by one.

His eyes were fixed on the steaming mutton hotpot.

After a moment, he simply brought the hot pot in front of him, picked up the spoon, and unceremoniously scooped up a large pile of mutton, put it directly into his mouth with the spoon, and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

After half a cup of tea.

He ate up the entire pot of mutton hotpot, completely devouring all the ingredients and soup without leaving a trace.

Manzhu was stunned watching from the side. She had never seen such a crazy scene.

Chu Feng's face had turned red at this moment, and his head and neck were covered with sweat. The spiciness made his tears flow continuously, but he still licked his lips with an unsatisfied look.

He raised his sleeve to wipe away his tears, and he looked as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Chu Feng stared at Manzhu and said slowly, "Beautiful Manzhu, are you implying that you are like this pepper, trying to see if I, Chu, can tolerate it?"

The voice sounded particularly hoarse, as if he was about to lose his voice in the next second.

Upon hearing this, Manzhu looked worried. She eagerly picked up the Hundred Flowers Wine beside her and handed it to Chu Feng, saying, "Daoyou, drink some Hundred Flowers Wine to relieve the spiciness."

At this moment, an inexplicable fear began to surge in Manzhu's heart. She was afraid that she had really killed this young man.

Although she had killed many men in the past, Chu Feng was the only one who made her feel pity and wanted to spare his life.

Chu Feng looked at Manzhu and thought to himself: Manzhu! You are playing with me, Chu Feng... Don't bully the poor young man.

Finally, he uttered a sound with great difficulty, and the voice was so weak that it seemed as if he would disappear from the world in the next second.

"Thank you... beautiful... Manzhu... for your... gift!"

Just a few words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.