Chapter 100: The Endless Night of the Food Jar

A journey full of unknowns begins from this moment!

Perched on a distant mountaintop, Ye Wuya looked back and saw that the mountain peak where he had just stood had been blasted flat by that thunder talisman, leaving a huge crater behind!

An attack of this magnitude was equivalent to a strike from a Golden Core stage cultivator!

Turning to glance at Jiang Xiaoxiao, Ye Wuya’s eyes seemed to emit a faint green glow.

She was a living treasure trove—the Sacred Maiden of the Celestial Moon Holy Land. Who could say how many magical artifacts and treasures were stored in her space?

Yet, thinking about it, Ye Wuya felt a mix of frustration and despair. By right, as the Blood Demon’s namesake, these items should belong to him. But who was he really? Just a fraud!

“Sigh…”

Ye Wuya sighed inwardly. The mountain peak was gone, but worse, his roasted pork leg had been eaten—there was still so much left uneaten, and now it was all gone!

Feeling around the waist of his dry universe pouch, Ye Wuya finally found some comfort. At least, all his belongings had been brought out safely. The pouch hadn’t been lost.

“Senior, your roasted pork is gone. How about this for now?” Jiang Xiaoxiao timidly offered, pulling out a pill-shaped “elixir” from her spatial ring.

The pill was white, and when Ye Wuya held it, he felt nothing extraordinary—only a faint, weak spiritual energy radiated from it.

“What is this?” he asked.

“This is a Fasting Pill! It has no taste, but it suppresses hunger,” Jiang Xiaoxiao replied. She wasn’t surprised by Ye Wuya’s question; after all, he had mentioned before that not only had his cultivation been ruined, but his memory was also impaired. She firmly believed this.

A Fasting Pill? Such a thing actually existed?

Ye Wuya had read about fasting pills in books. He had assumed cultivators in this world still ate food, but hadn’t expected they’d also rely on such pills.

His stomach growling painfully, Ye Wuya decided to try it. Jiang Xiaoxiao had no reason to deceive him, so he swallowed the pill without hesitation.

The pill melted without any notable sensation—colorless, tasteless, and without irritation.

He only felt a slight easing of hunger, but just barely.

“Is this supposed to replace a meal?” Ye Wuya asked, puzzled.

“No, Senior. One Fasting Pill makes you feel very full and can last nearly a whole day. I’ve always relied on these,” Jiang Xiaoxiao said, equally confused by his doubt.

“Give me another to try.”

“Alright, Senior!” Jiang Xiaoxiao said, handing him another identical pill.

Ye Wuya swallowed the second pill. He felt a little more fullness, but the hunger remained strong—nothing like Jiang Xiaoxiao’s claim that one pill would stave off hunger for an entire day.

“Could it be expired?” Ye Wuya whispered.

“Senior, what’s expired?” Jiang Xiaoxiao asked with admiration, increasingly impressed by this “Senior” whose words were often unfamiliar to her.

If Ye Wuya knew her thoughts, he would have laughed. Vocabulary from Earth did not exist in this primal world, so Jiang Xiaoxiao mistakenly believed Ye Wuya was speaking in riddles.

“You wouldn’t understand. How many Fasting Pills are there? Give me some more; two just aren’t enough,” Ye Wuya said.

After two pills, he did feel some effect, but it was clearly insufficient.

“Oh, I have plenty here. How many do you want?” Jiang Xiaoxiao said, pulling out a handful of Fasting Pills from her spatial ring.

“One at a time. I don’t know how many I can eat,” Ye Wuya replied.

Taking one after another, he crunched and swallowed them like candy beans—except candy beans were sweet, and these pills had no flavor.

One, two, three…

Ten, twenty, thirty…

He kept eating until he reached fifty. His hand didn’t stop, continuously grabbing pills from Jiang Xiaoxiao, who repeatedly dug into her ring to supply more.

Ye Wuya’s gaze gradually grew vacant, then numb. Fifty Fasting Pills—that was the equivalent of a Golden Core cultivator’s daily intake!

The number kept climbing, and Jiang Xiaoxiao was stunned by her Senior’s appetite.

If she understood money, she’d probably never afford to feed this “Senior” who could eat so much! He was truly a bottomless pit!

“Bottomless pit” was too mild a phrase—he was more like a bottomless jar!

He had already reached eighty pills!

Ye Wuya kept eating. Since the day he got drunk, he noticed his appetite had surged. He wanted to know his current capacity; otherwise, he’d never be satisfied.

Ninety!

One hundred!

After swallowing a hundred Fasting Pills, Ye Wuya finally stopped.

Even Jiang Xiaoxiao’s delicate hand trembled slightly. A hundred pills, and Ye Wuya still didn’t seem full—what kind of monster was this? One person consuming the equivalent of a hundred!

“Se-Senior, what is your true form?” Jiang Xiaoxiao stammered. If Ye Wuya told her he wasn’t a demon beast, she would never believe it!

Was this even a human appetite?

Even demon beasts didn’t eat this much!

“What true form? I am not of the demon race!” Ye Wuya said, initially misunderstanding her question. But realizing she meant his monstrous appetite, he could only sigh inwardly.

He was seventy to eighty percent full after a hundred Fasting Pills. What did that mean?

If Ye Wuya were Jiang Xiaoxiao, he’d think he was some great demon beast too! Who else could match such a bottomless stomach?

“Oh,” Jiang Xiaoxiao responded, but her eyes clearly betrayed disbelief. Her wife was the Empress of the Demon Race, and yet Ye Wuya claimed he wasn’t? Did he think she was a child?

Jiang Xiaoxiao silently disdained Ye Wuya.

“I really am not of the demon race!” Ye Wuya said, helplessly defending himself. He truly wasn’t!

But Jiang Xiaoxiao was convinced otherwise. No matter how much he protested, she refused to believe it. She was certain Ye Wuya would show his true colors eventually.