He Bai also heard Qing Mang's words, turned around, and glanced at him indifferently: "So your feud started from birth. Why bother? We're born of the same root..."

Blackie: "This eggshell is three hundred years old. Is it really okay that Silver Ring ate it? Could it be expired...?"

Demons have very keen senses, and in just a few words, everyone realized that the eggshell was indeed a Silver Ring eggshell... after all, the faint scent of Silver Ring still lingered on it.

But in today's society, everyone says that food will expire if left out for too long, right? The eggshells of the Silver Ring have been stored for three hundred years. Is that even edible?

Yin Huan naturally heard the three of them whispering.

"What do you mean? Go away, you weren't born from an egg, what do you know?" She raised her little head and gave Hei Xiong a disdainful look. Oh no, her face changed, and she said to the green python in a serious tone, "Green python, hurry up and cook this for me, maybe I can awaken if I eat this."

Green Python: "...!"

Are you sure you can awaken it? Although it contains your aura, it's been around for three hundred years.

Even if it was Nuwa's hatched egg, it couldn't possibly be so powerful as to still be effective after all these years. Instead of eating it, it would be better to use the eggshell to refine artifacts. Perhaps the resulting artifacts would have unexpected effects.

Seeing the earnest look in Yin Huan's eyes, Qing Mang couldn't find a way to refute him. He said, "Okay, I'll make it for you now."

Eat if you want.

Although such a good material for refining weapons was consumed, it was because Silver Ring wanted to eat it.

Qingmang got right to work, casting a spell to make eggshell soup for Yinwai, while Su Yi and the other two began to discuss the eggshell issue.

Hei Xiong kicked Su Yi and whispered, "As far as I know, little demons born as demons eat their own eggshells raw at birth, right? Is it really okay to cook and eat them?"

Su Yi: "Why worry so much? Let Silver Ring eat whatever she wants! Didn't you see that Green Python didn't object? He knows more about this than we do."

Anyway, Yin Huan is really weird. Who knows why she wanted to boil and eat her own eggshells?

In the mountains, the atmosphere was inexplicably lighter because of Silver Ring's high spirits.

Min Wenzhi and his group, who had fought with them and parted ways to descend the mountain, informed the Special Security Bureau of what had happened at Fuding Mountain as soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Inside the Special Security Bureau, the two-day meeting was still ongoing.

As soon as it got light, when everyone gathered in the conference room, the director of the Special Security Bureau changed the subject and questioned Huo Fei, who was sitting across the long table.

Although Min Wenzhi was a veteran of the Special Security Bureau, he wasn't very familiar with the situation at the Penang Monster Prison because it was guarded by Huo Fei, a powerful demon. The director of the Special Security Bureau, however, was different. Although Huo Fei managed the Monster Prison, it was under the jurisdiction of the Special Security Bureau, and he was extremely familiar with every demon imprisoned there.

"Protector Huo, Master Min sent word back from Fuding Mountain that he discovered the footprints of a green python there, accompanied by three other powerful demons. Could those three demons be the ones from Penang Prison?" He Bingquan sat solemnly across the long table, his gaze fixed on Huo Fei, not missing a single change in his expression.

He Bingquan is the guardian of morality in China, and also the director of the Special Security Bureau.

He was unlike anyone else sitting at the conference table; he didn't belong to any sect. The He family was a separate lineage, existing as a clan, secretly cultivated through a joint effort between the Chinese government and the people. This family took it upon themselves to safeguard the prosperity of the nation, not participating in any factional struggles. They had only two goals: to protect the spiritual veins of the Chinese land, preventing their loss; and to guard the dragon vein within Shanghai, representing the nation's destiny, preventing anyone with ill intentions from disturbing it.

In addition to this, the He family also had the mission of monitoring those with supernatural abilities.

After all, cultivators and any other beings possess mysterious powers that can shake the heavens and earth, and they are also elusive and unpredictable. If someone harbors ill intentions and wants to wreak havoc on a region, their methods can be incredibly difficult to defend against. Although technology is advanced nowadays, some things cannot be solved with firearms; only professionals can handle them.

The existence of the He family is a weapon used by the government to deter the world of supernatural arts.

He Bingquan is an outstanding member of the younger generation of the He family. Although he is not very old, only in his early thirties, his skill level is extremely high. It is unknown whether he cultivated it himself or forcibly brought it to this level using a secret technique.

Many of the people present were older than He Bingquan, but none of them dared to underestimate him. Even Huo Fei was somewhat wary of this rising star.

Huo Fei raised his sharp eyes to meet He Bingquan's gaze, his eyes showing no trace of panic.

"Is the director doubting my abilities? If you have any doubts about me, then you can send someone else to Penang!" Huo Fei did not answer directly, but his words were so forceful that they could not be ignored.

He Bingquan: "According to what I've heard, a black panther spirit was brought back from overseas to Penang prison. This demon's specialty is fist attacks. Min heard that he sent a message back from Fuding Mountain saying that he encountered a powerful demon there who was particularly skilled in fist fighting."

Huo Fei chuckled and lowered his eyes slightly: "Director He, do you have some misunderstanding about the demon race? There are countless demons who know fist and palm techniques. According to Director He, are all demons who know fist and palm techniques released from my prison?"

After saying that, Huo Fei's expression suddenly changed, and his resolute and handsome face suddenly turned cold: "Director He, if you don't trust me, you can send someone else to manage the monster prison. It just so happens that I have gained some insights during this period and have reached the edge of a breakthrough. I was just about to return to the temple to continue my cultivation."

"Protector Huo, please calm down. You have guarded the prison for two or three decades, and it has always been peaceful and undisturbed. How could Director He suspect you? It was just a casual question."

"That's right, Protector Huo, we humans remember all your contributions, and we would never doubt you."

When everyone heard that Huo Fei wanted to quit and return to the temple to break through, they immediately tried to dissuade him. What a joke! No human cultivator could control the demon prison, because those demons were unruly and had even staged a mass breakout decades ago.

When they invited Huo Fei to come out of seclusion, they made an agreement with him. Over the years, thanks to Huo Fei, the demon race has become much more well-behaved and rarely commits any evil deeds. If Huo Fei were to remain secluded, the demon race would be without someone to control them, and those demons outside might stir up some other trouble.

In the end, they will be the ones who suffer.