280: Epilepsy

Behind her followed a group of Grass Spirit Dog cubs with dull eyes, waving their front paws mechanically and singing in babbling voices.

"In the~ dark~ dark~ moun~tain~ range~, we dig~, dig~, and dig~"

"We invite~ the old~ wolf~ to eat~ hot~ pot~ base~ ingredients~"

The tune was off-key, and the lyrics were murderous.

Feng Xi and several elders trailed at the back, their complexions ashen as if mourning their parents. They covered their noses and mouths tightly with their claws, trying to block out the deadly "cultural atmosphere."

Every step was taken with immense tragic solemnity; they weren't going for an "exchange," but rather to 'hang themselves from the southeast branch.'

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack! The Grass Spirit Dog Clan is attacking!!!" A wolf guard howled at the top of his raspy lungs, scrambling back to the stronghold.

"Bullshit, what kind of enemy attack comes carrying a copper pot and singing?"

The wolf guard's teammate roared back, but he too was dizzy and weak-kneed from the smell of the hot pot, stumbling along behind.

The entire Black-Mane Wolf stronghold was thrown into chaos instantly.

"Clang~"

The wolf clan leader, Hei Xuanyue, was a giant werewolf with a burly physique and fur as shiny as steel needles.

He was contentedly licking his prized possession, a bone cup he had wiped forty-nine times with moonlight dew.

Hit by this sudden "poison gas" and the ear-piercing demonic sound, his paw trembled. His beloved bone cup fell to the ground with a "splat" and cracked.

"Who? Who dares to release poison on my turf!!!" Hei Xuanyue was furious, his scarlet wolf eyes instantly bloodshot.

When he led a group of baring-fanged clansmen, who were also teary-eyed from the stench, out of the stronghold gate and saw the "enemy," they were all collectively dumbfounded.

On the open ground at the stronghold entrance, Chen Yu had already slammed the copper pot onto the ground with a "bang," the red oil soup base still aggressively bubbling.

She pulled a small stool from who knows where and sat down with a grand air. Her gold-rimmed glasses reflected light, and her little face wore the solemnity of a "cultural ambassador."

"Fathers, elders, and fellow villagers of Black Wind Ridge."

She picked up a spirit grass megaphone, her voice loud and clear, "This seat is the Chief Cultural Ambassador of the Underworld stationed in the Demon realm, the Prefecture City God."

"Upholding the advanced philosophy of 'The Underworld is one family, common prosperity in the Demon realm,' I am here on a tour to conduct in-depth cultural exchanges."

"The first stop is your Black Wind Ridge. Surprised? Unexpected, right?"

She waved her little hand, pointing at the copper pot, "This is the intangible cultural treasure of our Underworld—the Wangchuan-brand Soul Fire Hot Pot."

"It specializes in treating all kinds of homesickness and confusion in Demon life. Special offer today, free tasting, first come, first served, don't miss out!"

Hei Xuanyue: "..."

The wolf Demons: "..."

Surprise? More like a shock. Who does cultural exchange by blocking the door with the scent of 'wolf meat'?

Feng Xi closed her dog eyes in pain.

[Lord Prefectural City God, your method of 'exchange' is aimed at wiping out the wolf clan, isn't it!]

A hot-tempered young wolf Demon couldn't hold back anymore, jumping out and roaring, "Taste my ass! This red soup looks evil. Are you trying to poison us so you can occupy Black Wind Ridge?"

"Tsk, shallow."

Chen Yu shook her head with heartache, casually fishing out a piece of "Gray-Backed Wolf meat" from the pot, soaked in red oil and unrecognizable in its original form.

Under the horrified gazes of the wolves, she stuffed it into her mouth with an "ah-woo."

She chewed it so deliciously, her little mouth glistening with oil.

"See? Non-toxic and harmless, pure natural Underworld flavor." She swallowed it and licked her lips, still wanting more.

"It's just a bit strong, but it's satisfying, it's got kick! This is the true meaning of Demon life."

"You Black-Mane Wolf clan, known as a small hegemon of the northern Demon realm, surely you can't even handle this little 'cultural shock'?"

She pushed up her glasses, her little eyes filled with "care for the weak" pity. "Tsk tsk, it seems you've lived too comfortably, your bones have gone soft."

"Roar!!!"

Hei Xuanyue was completely enraged by the White-Haired Loli's gaze. He could take being called pedantic, but being called soft-boned? No way.

"Bullshit, the bones of my Black-Mane Wolf clan are harder than the rocks of this Black Wind Ridge." The Black-Mane Wolf clan leader roared, stepping forward and manifesting a giant wolf claw pointing at the copper pot.

"It's just a pot of red soup, boys, let the clan leader have a good taste. Whoever frowns is not a good son of my Black-Mane Wolf clan."

The leader took the lead, and the wolf guards, even if they were nervous, had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Feng Nuo, being very observant, quickly ladled a bowl of red oil soup for the first brave wolf Demon warrior, which also had a few "lucky meat slices" floating in it.

The wolf Demon looked at the churning red "lava" in the bowl, his throat bobbing, and he took a large gulp with a look of fatalistic determination.

"Gulp..."

Time seemed to stand still. One second. Two seconds.

"Awoo——!!!"

A shrill wolf howl pierced through Black Wind Ridge! The wolf Demon instantly transformed into a sky-rocketing monkey on the spot, jumping three zhang high.

His tongue hung out long, panting frantically, tears and snot flowing like a floodgate opening.

"Spicy, it's spicy enough to kill a wolf! Water, give me water quickly!!!"

He ran around like a headless fly, diving headfirst into the drinking trough prepared for the cubs, burying his entire wolf head inside, gulping down water frantically, his tail still wagging wildly outside.

Other wolf Demons: (⊙ ˍ ⊙)!!!

Hei Xuanyue's face turned from black to green, and from green to purple.

Is this f*cking Underworld cultural exchange? This is a scene of the Ten Human Tortures!

"Pfft..."

Meng Jiang, hiding in the tree shadows higher up, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She looked at the scene of chaos below and sensed several spiritual senses probing from deep within the stronghold, nearly on the verge of losing control.

[It's done~]

A flash of light appeared in Meng Jiang's eyes. [A-Yu's 'wild punches' really do specialize in treating all kinds of defiance and prying.]

Her fingertips moved slightly, and a few wisps of divine sense entangled the sources of the aura hidden in the dark, who were on the verge of collapse from the torture of the spiciness.

[The Demon clan's noses, it seems, cannot handle this 'Underworld enthusiasm' either.]

Meng Jiang pursed her lips, and her figure silently merged into deeper shadows, chasing after those few fleeing spiritual senses.

[Time to collect the little cages.]

In front of the stronghold gate, Chen Yu looked at the mess, as well as Hei Xuanyue's colorful "palette" face, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems the friends of Black Wind Ridge have a very enthusiastic response to the 'warmth' of our Underworld culture."

She patted her bottom and stood up, shouldering the copper pot that had achieved such great military exploits.

"Feng Xi, work's over!"

"Next stop, Qingmu Plain. I heard the tree Demons there like quiet???"

She waved her little hand, leading a group of Grass Spirit Dog cubs with even duller eyes, humming a newly composed tune.

Marching valiantly and spiritedly toward the next "cultural desert." "In the~ green~ green~ for~est~, we dig~, dig~, and dig~"

"We invite~ the tree~ Demons~ to watch~ square~ dance~"

The singing was hypnotic, and the red oil dripped. Wherever they passed in the northern Demon region, there was a chorus of wails...

Feng Xi followed numbly, only one thought remaining in her heart: [The official position... the official position... for the sake of the official position... This Old Lady will endure it... woo...]