This night, a shocking incident occurred in Jingsha Square. Someone said that the sheep from the Yang Family were not real sheep, but transformed by the Beast Creation Technique. The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 And those sheep were originally humans! The neighbors didn’t believe it, so the speaker directly poured water on the sheep in disagreement. After such actions, the sheep indeed turned into a naked child right before everyone’s eyes! Screams echoed in the night, under the firelight, rising and falling, almost breaking through the deep darkness. Someone hurriedly took off their outer garment to wrap the child, while others scrambled to grab the sheep on the cart, similarly pouring water on them. A young man quickly reminded, "Wrap them in clothes before pouring water, alas, I forgot these sheep aren’t wearing clothes, but how can humans not wear clothes?" Fortunately, the one rescued earlier was a little boy. It was okay for the little boy to be exposed, but this couldn’t happen to a girl. The neighbors frantically wrapped clothes around the little sheep, and as they wrapped, a woman shed tears: "Whose child is this, how did they get turned into sheep? Poor thing, not human nor sheep this night..." For a moment, the strange occurrence of a person turning into a sheep even overshadowed the fire incident, making those extinguishing the fire lax, as most couldn’t help focusing more on the "sheep to human, human to sheep" matter. But the fire couldn’t be ignored, as people rushed to fetch water and splash it, using the large water tank placed at the market entrance, someone suddenly said, "Something’s wrong, why can’t this fire be put out?" Someone else said, "Something’s wrong, while we can’t put out the fire, it doesn’t spread outward either, only burning the Yang Family’s house." Suddenly, a few people rushed over from the chaotic street edge. A woman was at the forefront and cried out to a child transformed back into human by the cart, "Niudan! It’s my Niudan! My son, you were here all along, taken by this heartless, vile, gangrenous-footed villain..." "It’s the Yang Family, it’s the old Yang lady!" In the chaos, it was as if a thunderbolt opened the mist for all. People finally realized. "The old Yang lady kidnapped children and turned them into sheep, then butchered the sheep and sold them in the market, doesn’t this mean she never sold real sheep, but humans?" Terror struck the hearts of everyone. Someone couldn’t help but retch on the spot. Others started vomiting their overnight meals in a mess. Some were sobbing uncontrollably, seemingly wanting to rush into the fiery scene to take revenge on the Yang family mother and child. "My little Nan, lost during last year’s Lantern Festival, you said it was kidnappers, but it wasn’t, was it? It was you, old Yang lady... ahhhh!" Amidst the heart-wrenching cries, the Night Watchman arrived hurriedly with people from the Wuhou Shop. The neighbors rushed forward to explain the situation, the sheep on the cart had all reverted to human form, and some children were crying loudly, while kind-hearted wives comforted them. The Village Chief of Jingsha Square quickly asked the lead Marquis Wu: "Only one of these children is from our Jingsha Square, we don’t know the others, nor where the old Yang lady took them from, please help reunite them with their families." This is a strange case, but also a meritorious act, the Marquis naturally wouldn’t refuse. Unnoticed when, the fire naturally extinguished, the Yang family turned to ashes, yet the homes of neighbors weren’t even singed. The young man who informed people that the sheep were humans disappeared into the crowd. A neighbor suddenly remembered him and said in surprise, "Hey, where did that person go, how did he disappear in the blink of an eye?" Others stamped their feet regretfully: "Can’t find him, I wanted to ask what the knight looked like. Surely eight-foot tall, with divine powers, a great knight—what a pity I didn’t see him?" "Indeed, a knight breaking into the demon lair at night, using fire techniques to save children, ah, just thinking about it is thrilling, how did I come so late?" Some handled the aftermath, while others discussed excitedly. Meanwhile, Chen Xu, having completed his deed, returned home under the night, and the Food Cauldron Celestial Book displayed a new alert message. Did someone say in a dream that his cooking was delicious again? Chen Xu examined carefully, only to find it wasn’t the case— Not the case, yet it was so. [You cooked demons with intense flames, people called it spectacular.] A small pot can cook sweet, sour, bitter, spicy flavors, and the Heart Fire Divine Power can also cook the myriad flavors of the mortal world. The universe is a furnace, nature is a craftsman, what in this world cannot be boiled? Standing in the darkness, Chen Xu looked through the small window in his room, gazing at the faint extinguished fire beyond the long street, his chest swirling with emotion, an amalgam of flavors. He seemed to have stepped on that path, yet still so far, treading lightly. Chen Xu savored for a long while, until the fine voices of the two Mouse Demons buzzed in his ears again. The small mouse squeaked, "Oh, something caught fire." Master Jiu said, "An evil spirit was burned in the fire, very good." The small mouse asked curiously, "What evil spirit? Master Jiu, surely there isn’t someone of high status trying to catch us? Oh no, let’s hide quickly..." In a distant crevice, an old voice sighed, "Ah Shi, are you an evil spirit? Are you doing evil deeds?" The small mouse immediately said disdainfully, "How could I be an evil spirit? Master Jiu, didn’t you say we are different from Black Ghost Scar’s group of mice. We cultivate pure energy, walking the great path, absolutely cannot engage in evil deeds." "Then why are you afraid of being caught by someone of high status?" The small mouse was momentarily speechless, then squeaked, "But, but even if we’re not bad mice, there are always Daoists wanting to catch us..." In the end, its voice fell, until it faded away completely. The two mice made no further sound. The once turbulent emotions of Chen Xu also settled down, he stood by the window, sighed softly. At the same time, the firelight from Jingsha Square seemed to reflect the other side of the city. Jichuan County West City, Lin Mansion. Lin Yuan awoke abruptly from a deep and painful half-conscious state, inadvertently knocking over an oil lamp by the spirit hall. The oil lamp fell to the ground, setting a curtain ablaze, and the night attendants rushed to put out the fire. Fortunately, no major disaster ensued, but Lin Yuan’s mood was utterly terrible. Lin Qi ended up dead, his efforts were in vain, saving Lin Qi was hopeless, yet his parents had a fierce argument over it, offending Daoist Xuanjing from the Residence of Clouds Temple. Although Daoist Xuanjing showed the demeanor of a high sage, seemingly unconcerned, but who knows if he truly doesn’t care, or is pretending not to care? Lin Yuan felt troubled in his heart, keeping watch in the spirit hall, having a nightmare, still chewing over the two words from his dream: "Sand Dust." According to the servant, these were the last words Lin Qi uttered before his death. The more Lin Yuan thought about it, the more wrong it seemed, suddenly he shouted, "Song Yan, Song Yan, come here!" Song Yan, that was Lin Qi’s personal servant’s name. Lin Yuan asked in a deep voice, "Song Yan, what has your young master been doing lately, who has he met, what has he experienced, tell me again in detail."