Mu Yi held the demon core in his hand. His master said that demon cores were very valuable in the cultivation world, and he could keep them for now, as they might come in handy in the future.

Perhaps high-level demonic beasts meant nothing to his master, but he still happily accepted whatever was given to him.

…

Wan Ge grilled the meat and handed it to Mu Yi so he could try it.

This monster didn't harm many living beings, so it was easily purified.

Of course, if he had harmed too many living beings, Wange might not want to roast it anymore, because it would taste strange, and at most she would just get rid of it.

Mu Yi held the monster meat in his hand. It smelled especially delicious, but he had never eaten a monster before. This feeling was very strange.

With curiosity and a touch of timidity, I finally opened my mouth and took a bite.

Then he discovered that it wasn't just that the meat was well-roasted; the monster's meat was also incredibly delicious and tender, far superior to the meat of some of the poultry he had ever eaten.

Furthermore, due to the demonic beast's cultivation, Mu Yi felt as if some spiritual power had been added to his body. Although extremely weak, he could still sense it.

"Eat more, you're still growing, you can't go hungry." Wange patted his head.

Mu Yi looked at his master and asked softly, "Master, aren't you going to eat?"

Wan Ge shook her head: "I've already passed that stage. Even if I ate it now, it wouldn't feel the same as it did back then."

It's not just people who become less materialistic; even the taste of food changes. Now, when I eat those delicacies, they all taste the same, and I no longer crave them.

The reason I brought the other person along was because the original owner remembered this as very delicious, so I wanted my little apprentice to try it too.

Mu Yi still ate with great elegance. Even though no one in the palace had taught him manners, people with a natural air of nobility naturally ate with elegance.

However, in the end, there was still an inevitable trace of oil on the corners of the lips.

Wan Ge took out a handkerchief, wiped the other person's lips clean, and prepared to take him back.

…

Back at the mountain peak, Nian Fuchen was already asleep. After taking the young boy back to his own room, Wan Ge told him to rest early and then left.

Wan Ge went back into the alchemy area and looked at the pills on the table. Now, only one more pill was needed.

When she opened her hand, she was holding a bright red herb.

This herb was also guarded by that high-level demon beast, who also wanted to obtain it. However, his body couldn't handle it yet, so he could only guard it for the time being. But unexpectedly, he died before he could even get the herb.

Wan Ge lit the alchemy furnace, then added herbs according to the steps, and finally poured in spiritual power, carefully controlling the heat.

Two hours later, a bright red pill was completed.

One Pure Yang Grass can only produce one Marrow Cleansing Pill. Moreover, the failure rate is extremely high, but a master alchemist like Wan Ge would never fail.

…

When Wan Ge walked out of the alchemy room, dawn was just approaching.

Perhaps out of excitement, Nian Fuchen also got up early. Wan Ge then led him directly to the place where the disciples were gathered.

Most disciples came on their own, while a few were escorted by their masters. Nian Fuchen was undoubtedly one of them.

The sect leader's chief disciple, upon seeing Wan Ge bring over nine-year-old Nian Fuchen, earnestly said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely take good care of Junior Brother."