Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"What are you trying to do?!"

"Let go of me! I am the Spirit Chef personally appointed by the Xuanming Immortal Duo. If you delay the subsequent Spiritual Meal like this, can you bear the consequences?"

Under the escort of two golden skeletal guards, led by a barbarian monk with a large head and thick neck, a motley crew of over ten people in a so-called 'professional team' was brought to the Great Hall.

Upon seeing the barbarian monk at the head of the group, the Xuanming Immortal Duo immediately exploded with fury.

Boom! Boom!

A dish of Spirit Fruit salad drenched in creamy white sauce, a plate of bizarre fish roe concoction, and a jug of milky white wine instantly floated up, landing in front of the barbarian monk.

"Kuerbat, taste these yourself. Tell me, what exactly is the problem with the flavor of these things!" Xuangui demanded coldly.

Even now, he felt his mouth flooded with a strange taste, lingering in his stomach for a long time without dispersing.

"If you cannot explain this clearly, Kuerbat, you'll never prepare Spiritual Meals again—not in this life or the next! I will roast your Divine Soul inside a human skin lantern for eighteen hundred years, until you are utterly obliterated. Do you hear me?" Minggui swept his gaze around the Great Hall, his eyes gleaming fiercely as his voice cut through the air!

Today, on their birthday celebration, such a major fiasco should have been the moment for the brothers to shine. Now, having this mishap occur was unthinkable, and for them to believe no one else had a hand in trying to humiliate them was simply out of the question.

In fact, the true culprit might be among today's seated guests here in the Great Hall.

The Xuanming Duo shared a silent understanding, their eyes covertly glancing toward a golden Unicorn Yaksha evil spirit seated on the left side.

The Golden Horned Yama had always been at odds with the brothers within the Ghost Worship Sect. Outwardly adhering to protocol, the brothers had sent him an invitation, expecting him to treat it like scrap paper and come up with some excuse to decline, as he always had in the past.

But they couldn't have anticipated that this time, the Golden Horned Yama not only accepted but arrived early.

Previously, the brothers thought this was a gesture of reconciliation, aimed at softening tensions between them and preventing others from witnessing internal discord within the Ghost Worship Sect. Now it seemed their assumptions about the Golden Horned Yama had been far too naive.

This fiasco with the Spiritual Meal was very likely his doing, devised to disgrace the brothers.

"You scoundrel! Kuerbat, you'd better confess right now who is supporting you behind the scenes. If you do, I might make your death swift. If you refuse... well, don't expect me to show mercy!"

"Are you really willing to take the gamble and force us to unleash the Soul-searching Technique on you?"

Seeing the barbarian kneeling on the floor, trembling and stammering in fear, the Xuanming Duo grew more confident and pressed him even harder.

Their eyes repeatedly shifted between the Golden Horned Yama and the barbarian leader, while the other cultivators present watched with ambiguous expressions, ready to enjoy the spectacle.

The Golden Horned Yama, now fully grasping their insinuations, glared viciously at the Xuanming Duo seated in the primary positions, his face contorted with rage:

"Barbarian! Think carefully! If you've acted under someone's orders and make baseless accusations, you will surely forfeit your life! You won't find protection anywhere—in heaven or on earth!"

The Golden Horned Yama seethed with fury, having arrived today with goodwill, intending to dispel the perception of Ghost Worship Sect disunity. Yet the Xuanming Duo now openly sought to pin this debacle on him, slapping a label of treachery on him. It was utterly outrageous!

With the oppressive aura of three powerful figures descending upon it, the atmosphere of the previously lively Great Hall grew thick with an intense killing intent.

The terrified barbarian monk finally snapped out of his paralysis, throwing himself to the floor with desperate kowtows, pleading:

"My lords, even if you'd given me the courage of eight hundred leopards, I wouldn't dare cause trouble during the birthday celebration of the Xuanming Immortal Duo!"

"I admit—I did embezzle a little Spirit Material! But I swear I didn't take a single bite of it! Please have mercy, my lords, spare me, spare me!"

"You wretched fool! We'll deal with your embezzlement later. First, explain to me—what's the source of this strange taste in the Spiritual Meal?!"

"Is this the same flavor you presented to me just a few days ago?"

Seeing the barbarian monk trying to evade the bigger issue, Minggui, in a fit of rage, grabbed a wine jug in front of him and smashed it against the barbarian monk's head with a loud crack. Blood streamed from his forehead.

The scent of wine, intermingled with a faint stink, began to permeate the hall.

This peculiar combination of fragrance and stench immediately made the cultivators in the hall wrinkle their noses in disgust.

"In response to my lords' inquiry… these are dishes I developed three days ago, inspired by a sudden stroke of brilliance. They're truly exquisite creations!"

"I infused the Spiritual Meal with honeysuckle essence, employing special techniques to lock the unique flavor within the food. And, of course, I retained certain elements of honeysuckle's original taste."

"I also added a pinch of cow dung."

"Oh, and… I incorporated milk from the sacred bulls raised by my native West Rooting Bull Tribe—a rare specialty. These bulls are painstakingly cultivated by our tribe, and their meat—"

"You wretch! Do you even hear yourself?!"

At this moment, not just the Xuanming Duo or the Golden Horned Yama but every single onlooker in the Great Hall was staring at the barbarian monk in absolute shock, their expressions dramatically shifting.