A sweet flavor she had never experienced before exploded in her mouth.
"It’s so good!!"
The little girl’s eyes lit up. For a moment, she forgot all her sorrow, her face full of happiness and contentment.
’Five-year-olds are so easy to please. It’s nice.’
While the two of them were enjoying their harmonious moment, Fu Qi was getting annoyed.
’Is she feeding my food? Is this some kind of joke?’
"Excuse me. I’d like to eat now."
Fu Qi’s deep, powerful voice boomed from above, sounding dead serious.
Tang Mo looked up. "You can’t even move. Are you expecting me to put her in your mouth for you?"
"Hmph," Fu Qi snorted.
It opened its massive mouth and took a deep breath. Instantly, a suction force—not overwhelmingly strong—tugged at Tang Mo’s body.
Xianxian, still sipping her milk, and Jingjing, who was playing nearby, were suddenly lifted off the ground and began to float upward.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Tang Mo grabbed Xianxian with one hand and Jingjing with the other, pulling them both into her arms.
Now she understood. No wonder the offerings had to be placed in this exact spot—it was directly beneath Fu Qi’s head, making them easy to suck up.
She also realized why Fu Qi specified that the offerings had to be children. It wasn’t because it wouldn’t eat adults.
It was because its suction was only strong enough to pull in children.
The suction Tang Mo had just felt was only enough to be a tug; it wasn’t nearly strong enough to pull her up.
Holding the two of them, Tang Mo moved to a spot beyond Fu Qi’s reach.
"Where do you think all this abundant Spiritual Energy comes from? If you don’t let me eat the offering, your spiritual power cultivation won’t be as fast as it has been."
Fu Qi wasn’t worried. No one could resist such abundant spiritual power.
’If I don’t eat offerings, I can’t release that abundant spiritual power. This dense spiritual power environment for miles around Sand Town was all created by me.’
’If it weren’t for me, how could Sand Town have produced a genius like Lin Yu? Do they really think their people have such innate Talent?’
’Hmph. A bunch of ungrateful wretches.’
Fu Qi’s hatred for the people of Sand Town ran deep, far deeper than any annoyance it felt toward Tang Mo for her threats and taunts.
’So that’s how it is.’
At last, Tang Mo understood the trump card Fu Qi held, the one that guaranteed it a steady stream of offerings.
However, while the abundant spiritual power was tempting to Tang Mo, the temptation wasn’t irresistible—at least, not enough for her to trade a living human life for it.
Nourishment bought with human blood, however potent, was something she simply couldn’t stomach.