Food System in Cultivation World

In the Long-tongued Ghost Market, a shout of "Refine the Jiao Dragon" suddenly stirred the surroundings.

Chen Xu's Daoist Soldier and the Tray Ghost silently stood aside.

The countless ghosts clustered together, and their excited clamor nearly lifted all the floating lanterns above the Ghost Market.

The paper lanterns swayed, emitting a peculiar creaking sound.

The ghosts howled, sharp voices questioned invasively:

"How can a Jiao Dragon be refined? You speak nonsense, fabricating lies, yet want us to believe you? Impossible!"

"Old black-tongue ghost, in my opinion, you're fed up with your excessive longevity and want to offer some to everyone, isn't that right?"

"Hehehe!"

"Kekeke..."

Ghosts screamed and laughed in a chaotic mess.

Old Black-tongued ghost stretched its long tongue, eyes rolling as it cackled: "If you don't believe, how about betting with me?

If I can provide evidence of refining the Jiao Dragon, you will lose all your longevity to me.

And if I can't produce evidence, I'll forfeit my longevity, you can take it.

Once in this Long-tongued Ghost Market, no one can walk out completely intact, hahaha..."

"Can't walk out completely intact" means you either lose your longevity or carry the longevity of other ghosts.

There's no situation where you can leave the Ghost Market without losing or gaining anything.

Of course, that's just the claim of old black-tongued ghost.

The truth needs to be discussed further.

However, the ghosts' emotions were already ignited by old black-tongued ghost's words.

"Bet, let's bet! Whoever doesn't bet isn't a ghost!"

"Indeed, indeed, whoever doesn't bet will reincarnate as an animal in the next life."

"What's reincarnating as an animal? Better to be human but treated as an animal all life! Worse than a pig or dog, hehe..."

"Hahaha, kekekeke..."

Ghosts laughed with their howls, the group of ghosts danced chaotically.

In the Long-tongued Ghost Market, madness is the norm, calmness is rare.

A small ghost screeched as it pulled out its tongue.

The tongue stretched so long that it fell straight to the ground.

A nearby tall, slender male ghost with a sly expression lifted a foot and stepped on the small ghost's tongue.

Seeing the small ghost's tongue being stepped on, it seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Unexpectedly, the small ghost's mouth curled into a smug smile, and the tip of the tongue being stepped on suddenly grew another slender and tough segment.

The long tongue, like a venomous snake, swiftly grew from under the slender male ghost's foot, coiling around his body within moments.

Finally, the sticky tongue slithered up the slender male ghost's neck and pressed against his face.

It approached his mouth!

The tongue hissed, speaking in a sharp whisper: "Brother, you stepped on me? But you can't touch me, hehe..."

"Aaaah!"

The slender male ghost who stepped on the tongue felt his neck sticky, and upon hearing the tongue make sounds near his mouth, was frightened to the core, involuntarily letting out heart-rending screams.

Then, as he screamed louder, the long tongue ominously asked: "Are you scared? Are you wrong? Is my tongue amazing?"

The slender male ghost screamed: "I'm scared, scared, wrong, wrong, you're the number one long tongue, master, please move aside... ah!"

Bang!

Before the slender male ghost finished his plea, his whole ghost body suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Whoosh, his longevity dissipated.

Most was absorbed by invisible forces in the Long-tongued Ghost Market, a small portion transformed into a string of blue numbers absorbed by the long-tongued small ghost.

The blue numbers were conspicuously "eleven!"

Which meant the slender male ghost had a total remaining longevity of thirty-three years, now two-thirds dissipated into the Long-tongued Ghost Market, and one-third consumed by the long-tongued small ghost.

Such an apparent scene immediately paused the ghosts' shrieking for a moment.

But a moment later, the urgence in their screams doubled.

"Another one dead, another one!"

"Hehehe..."

An old ghost sneered: "Only eleven years, truly a poor ghost!"

"Well, what can be done? Being poor is still better than having nothing."

The surrounding ghosts chattered one after another, and none exhibited even an ounce of empathy, sorrow, panic, or surprise at the slender male ghost's death——

Throughout, "human nature" seems nonexistent in this Ghost Market.

Although it is a Ghost Market, and "human nature" shouldn't exist, know that the dead were originally living beings. Even as ghosts, retaining some humanity is usual.

This current situation hasn't even been seen in the Yellow Springs Ghost Market.

The most unsettling thing is that the ghosts seemed to identify themselves with the victorious long-tongued small ghost, dismissing the scant longevity while smacking their lips as if they're savoring it.

Such a scene left Tray Ghost lost in silent contemplation.

Tray Ghost couldn't help but quietly glance at the Daoist Soldier besides him.

There were many things Tray Ghost wanted to say to the Daoist Soldier, but considering the Long-tongued Ghost Market's peculiar nature, the words boiled to its lips yet not a syllable dared to escape.

Tray Ghost could only anxiously gaze at the Daoist Soldier.

The Daoist Soldier appeared serene, unfazed by the turmoil.

He floated with a gun among the ghosts, gave a slight glance at the troubling long-tongued small ghost, then refocused his attention on old black-tongued ghost.

For some reason, witnessing the Daoist Soldier's calmness instantly steadied Tray Ghost's anxious feelings.