This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 270 - 262: Severely Injured Zhou Wudao

Chapter 270: Chapter 262: Severely Injured Zhou Wudao

Everyone present was no stranger to profound insights. They had already guessed what Grandpa Ju had absorbed upon sensing the bone-deep chill emanating from those ice-blue filaments.

Deep winter chill.

Unlike the Law, it was more like a manifestation of the Conception of winter.

Liang Yi was familiar with this, for the energy he absorbed into his Sword Intent from all things during his killing move came from these elements. But he wasn’t picky; what he absorbed was even more mixed.

This type of absorption merely extracted a negligible amount of Spiritual Power from the substance itself, with no impact whatsoever on the substance.

Liang Yi didn’t care much about Grandpa Ju’s antics initially. The path of gourmet seemed irrelevant to him; not every chef was committed to achieving Taoism through cooking, so Liang Yi was merely there for the spectacle.

But he did not expect Grandpa Ju to surprise him greatly. Liang Yi could extrapolate other techniques from this method to enhance his own sword moves, perfecting his still immature killing move.

Apart from Liang Yi, Su Youyi and Sugar Su were also intently observing. Su Youyi carefully considered Grandpa Ju’s previous actions and the circulation of energy within his body. She was very interested in this method that directly drew from the essence of the world.

For sword cultivators like her and her senior brother, who contemplated the Conception of all things, Grandpa Ju’s direct use of the force of heaven and earth could provide significant inspiration.

It might look effortless for Grandpa Ju to extract the Deep winter chill, but even if another cultivator from the Seventh Realm tried, they might not do it better than Grandpa Ju, and it would be even more challenging for a body cultivator.

This was because Grandpa Ju was specialized in this field, initially being Heavenly Dao that governed all things. His control over the Great Dao and the essence of all living things was far beyond the reach of any cultivator.

Even with incomplete memories, recalling only the Great Dao of gourmet—a path few would earnestly cultivate over three epochs—Grandpa Ju could still grasp and exhibit part of it far more quickly than others.

The most thrilled was Sugar Su, who never imagined the path she thought whimsical truly existed. It was as if she, walking alone through the vast darkness, had suddenly seen a lighthouse in the distance.

Although the light from this lighthouse was faint, it still dispelled the endless darkness, presenting the dawn before her eyes and letting her know that her path was not a dead end.

Beneath his silvery-white exterior, Grandpa Ju tilted his head back and swallowed the blue stream formed by the myriad strands of filaments.

"Burp! Nasty meow!" Grandpa Ju squinted his eyes, disdainfully sticking out his tongue, which Liang Yi astonishingly noticed had turned from pink to blue.

"Whoa, are you okay? Why is your body so cold?" Liang Yi opened his arms to catch Grandpa Ju, who was jumping towards him, feeling the unusual coldness of his body temperature.

"Try eating a vat of ice cream on a hot summer day and see if your stomach can take it. As for the cold body, it’s because that stuff is kind of hard to digest." Grandpa Ju nuzzled into Liang Yi’s arms, found the most comfortable position to lie down, closed his eyes, and said leisurely.

Under the observation of Su Youyi and Sugar Su, some of Grandpa Ju’s orange fur had turned as blue as mystic ice, looking like a mottled cat. Although the fur was returning to orange gradually, it seemed like it would take a few hours.

"Ice cream? What is that?" Su Youyi’s perked ears trembled, having never heard of it.

"A sweet treat from the summer. I’ll make some for you later," said Liang Yi with a smile, comforting Su Youyi.

"Hmm? So, after eating a bunch of stuff that’s likely to cause diarrhea, what’s the change? It’s not just about changing fur color, right?"

While speaking, Liang Yi stealthily stretched out his guilt-inducing hand toward the little orange cat who was so stiff and tired he couldn’t move, and began to knead and massage him vigorously, indulging in the long-missed joy of petting a cat.

You take care of the cat’s physical needs, and he takes care of your spirit.

"I told you I had a bit of indigestion from eating too much at once, meow." Grandpa Ju’s face showed a hint of suffering, appearing slightly blue. He had thought the chill here was like the typical winter chill, just denser. He didn’t expect it to be so intense, several times colder than elsewhere, which immediately upset his stomach.

"A bunch of ignoramuses. The blue fur on me is a display of resistance. Once I’ve fully digested this, the chill here will be no different from a spring breeze," Grandpa Ju said disdainfully, flicking his tail and then grimacing with stomach pain as he curled up into Liang Yi’s arms again, causing Su Youyi to pout with envy.

"There’s another thing, physique is also very important on the path of gourmet. I’m now setting a bad example for you. Decide for yourself what to do, meow."

After saying that, Grandpa Ju lay in Liang Yi’s arms, meowing continuously, tormented by the stomach ache.

Liang Yi sighed softly and helplessly pulled a Spirit Pill from the Storage Ring to feed Grandpa Ju while also enveloping his palms with Spiritual Power to give Grandpa Ju a belly massage.

Su Youyi and Sugar Su pondered upon this. Although the essence extracted from the Deep winter chill by Grandpa Ju seemed weak, the method of executing it was extremely simple and showed no apparent difficulty.