Chapter 30: The Interstellar Audience Watches Humans Feed Pigs for the First Time (A Sincere Invitation to Readers from All Walks of Life to Create a New World Together)

I think, since neither of us knows how to cook, we had best not critique the methods of our ancestors.
I saw it too; the ancestor washed her hands before kneading that dough.
Indeed, I saw it as well. The water the ancestor used to wash her hands was crystal clear; this must be the standard cleansing ritual practiced by the ancestors before cooking.
The viewers in the livestream were baffled by Liu Guoxiang’s kneading process.
But when she began to griddle the flatbread, the audience was instantly overcome: "Ahhh!"
The scent of fresh blood stirred the crimson creatures, and they swarmed forward as if intent on tearing Lan Xinyu limb from limb.
Xiao Yong suddenly smoothed his brow. When Luo Qiying first arrived, she possessed neither talent nor status; it was only natural for her to seek a protector. Besides, if he were truly a cripple destined to return to the mortal realm, then worldly wealth would indeed suffice to secure his comfort.
Ye Xingchen had just witnessed the power of the Death-Black Insects; wherever they passed, all living things were reduced to nothing but bones in an instant.
In truth, they had already conquered many Towers of the Heavenly Gods of various attributes before this, but given their current strength, it was difficult to surpass the sixth floor. They hoped that by utilizing the immortal artifacts found within the towers, they might be able to contend with the celestial guardians.
Alitia brandished her light spear, thrusting it toward Ye Yaomeng behind Ye Huan, but the blow was blocked by Ye Huan’s sword.
To the surprise of Qing Pao and the others, just as they were about to strike, the opponent’s mid-stage Dao Venerable spoke up in such a manner.
Han Xiao’s face darkened. He seemed to recall having said such things in the past, but a wave of bitterness immediately washed over him; it turned out that Qing'er had kept every single word he had ever spoken close to her heart.
Beyond their martial cultivation lay the realm of the Creation Earth-Stage Emperors, and the even higher Creation Heaven-Stage Great Emperors.
"Sigh, why are all these sacrificial rites just smoke and mirrors?" Song Tianji thought irritably, entirely unaware that he appeared as equally pretentious to others.
Beyond the Shimada clan, there were many other ninja families in Japan, each acting like a regional warlord partitioning the Tokyo base. To maintain a united front against outsiders, the Emperor remained the nominal supreme ruler of the Tokyo base.
Xia Yenuo, having changed into casual clothes, walked out of the bathroom and picked up the garments Hao Meng had tossed aside, taking them to the dryer.
Even if Li Yuan was under house arrest by Li Er, and even if Li Er was now the one calling the shots, surely even a great traitor like Qin Hui had three loyal friends; how much more so for Li Yuan, who had single-handedly founded the Great Tang Empire.
Description: A descendant of the Demon Dragon King, possessing the orthodox Demon Dragon and Sacred Dragon bloodlines. Inheritor of the Demon Spirit's immense power, this being is extremely rare in this world.
Moreover, even now, Li Yang had no clear idea of the true scale of the Xianji Continent, let alone the various sects and factions that spanned it. Should they all converge within the secret realm, friction and conflict would be inevitable.
Having just been abducted by villains and nearly assaulted on the spot, she still had the heart to play hide-and-seek—it was impossible to fathom just how resilient Leilei’s mental fortitude truly was.
Yun Cuixian and the others turned to leave, yet they lingered, biting their red lips with white teeth, their hearts full of a thousand words, not knowing where to begin.
The banquet concluded late into the night. Cheng and Qin offered a slight bow to Lady Chen, calling her "Sister-in-law," before taking their leave to return to Chang'an.
Unexpectedly, this man Shi Yan possessed superhuman strength. He lunged forward and tackled Zeng Lan to the ground. Zeng Lan’s lackeys rushed over to pull and strike him, but Shi Yan kept Zeng Lan pinned firmly beneath him.
"Heh, you may wound me, but if you wish to touch my son, you had best see if you have the capability to do so." Xuanyuan Ze’s aura surged instantly, like a dragon ascending to the heavens.
Song Fu was the first to regain his senses. Following the sound, he discovered not far from them a slender figure in a crimson robe, sitting cross-legged beneath an ancient tree—it was none other than the Qing Manor Elder, He Zheshan.