"Madam Xu is truly... truly amazing..."

Although fighting and killing among demons is not uncommon, he had never seen a demon dismembered piece by piece, bleeding to death. Even the severed spider legs were neatly arranged to one side, almost like...

Prepared ingredients.

The hairs on Hu Silang's back stood on end.

Looking at Xu Milu, she was standing on the stiff spider's belly, stepping on it while pulling out spider silk from its abdomen. The silk was as white as snow, extremely resilient, and even shimmered in her hand—just by looking at it, no one would guess that such a thing was taken from the belly of a hideous and terrifying spider.

"What is Madam Xu doing?"

Hu Silang was so frightened that he stammered.

"Making the most of it! This spider silk is quite resilient. I'll take it back and see if I can have it woven into cloth. It would definitely look beautiful."

Xu Milu didn't care. She was wearing Mo Xuan's dragon pearl, which was waterproof and even spider blood and venom couldn't get on her clothes.

Moreover, looking at the spider legs scattered all over the ground, Xu Milu felt that they resembled some kind of oversized snow crab legs:

"And don't waste these spider scraps, bits of flesh, and broken legs. Take them back and bury them under my wisteria tree as fertilizer."

She couldn't eat humans; she always felt a bit disgusted. But when it came to using wisteria as fertilizer, there were fewer rules. She had heard Mo Xuan say that it was normal for demons to devour each other, just like tigers eating rabbits in the animal kingdom.

Hu Silang remained silent for a long while, his smile becoming increasingly forced.

"...Mrs. Xu, indeed, truly knows how to manage a household, so meticulous."

That's all the praise he could offer.

Never mess with the chef, or you'll be skinned alive or dismembered—that's the least of your worries!

...

...

Upon returning, Mo Xuan heard there was a fight going on, but he wasn't there. He was so frustrated that he beat his chest and stamped his feet, wishing he could travel back in time.

"Damn it, damn it! That damned Daoist Qiansi, why couldn't he have killed you when I was around? I haven't fought anyone in so long, my bones are practically dried out."

"What? You're happy that someone wants to kill me?"

Xu Milu squatted under the wisteria tree, slowly pouring out the spider legs. The wisteria fairy was as happy as if it were New Year's Day, and the wisteria flowers on the tree bloomed "rustling" like firecrackers.

"Hehe, Madam Xu, that's not what I meant."

Mo Xuan kicked the spider's leg before continuing:

"It seems the news that you have a treasure has already spread. In the future, there will only be more and more monsters trying to take advantage of you."

"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. If we can win, we'll practice; if we can't, we'll seek help from the Great Sage."

Xu Milu spoke quite frankly:

"I'm just practicing martial arts, not looking to die. Let's pack up and open for business as usual tomorrow."