This was Hou Niao's most challenging outdoor cooking experience.
Cultivators aren't afraid of death, so why fear food? However, things couldn't be compared that simply.
There were several jars of wine but only one pot of food—Xiang Xunyou's specialty, which was said to be unattainable by the average person, only those favored had the privilege to taste it.
Hou Niao was well aware that this was probably not just a pot of spicy dung beetles, it could also be considered a very special ritual. No one would say it outright, but the meaning was understood by all.
He almost had no other choice, just like in the army where the veterans test the new soldiers. You had to pass this test first, otherwise, it would be difficult to integrate into the group.
Pretending to be nonchalant, he scooped a spoonful into his mouth to show his boldness. He chewed exaggeratedly; in fact, he couldn't taste what it actually was, constantly reminding himself not to spit it out and embarrass himself!
