CFSMS -Chapter 60 Even Bones Can Eat Ice Jelly

The female cultivator paused mid-reach.

She stopped before picking it up.

She didn’t know what had happened to the other greedy people inside the cave, but she was always extremely cautious.

Because she had once brushed against death, she feared it even more.

She decided to only look for the life-extending pills she truly needed. If she couldn’t find them, then she would consider other things.

After circling around the shelf, she made a discovery.

“Longevity Pill… can extend life by a hundred years.”

Her eyes instantly lit up. She opened the box and saw a white pill engraved with faint green pill patterns.

A surge of vitality rushed toward her face, making every pore on her body relax.

Her body instinctively absorbed the leaking medicinal energy. After thinking for a moment, she simply swallowed the pill.

Better safe than sorry.

She was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator—insignificant among the countless beings of the world.

A longevity pill was already something difficult to obtain outside, and a hundred-year extension pill could only be found in major sects.

If others knew she possessed such a treasure, she would surely be robbed.

So using it immediately was the safest option.

The medicinal power surged into her body. Her exhausted physique was replenished, and her expression relaxed.

The gray-white strands hidden in her hair quickly turned black. After sufficient vitality was restored, the faint death aura surrounding her vanished.

Before she could even feel happy, she suddenly sensed a surge of fiery poison erupting inside her body.

That fire poison had been hidden within the longevity pill.

No one knew how long the Flame Abyss Secret Realm had existed. The only thing known was that everything here was constantly eroded by extreme heat—even inanimate pills were no exception.

In fact, pills refined by spiritual fire were even better at storing fire poison.

And now, that poison, along with everything accumulated before, erupted all at once.

Caught off guard, the female cultivator clutched her abdomen and bent over in pain.

Flames burned within her body, raging from the inside out, causing her flesh to heat up dramatically.

Her spiritual energy became the best fuel for the fire poison. Sparks even began to appear on her skin.

At this rate, she would be burned alive.

What should she do?

She didn’t want to die.

Someone—please save me!

Chaotic thoughts filled her mind. In her confusion, she heard a startled voice.

“So this thing really can resist fire poison.”

She recognized that voice. It was the same one she had heard near the stone monument, when she was driven there by the Flame Sparrow.

At that time, several people had been eating ice jelly.

They had praised it highly and even said the Flame Sparrows were helping “Shopkeeper Lu” attract customers.

It sounded like that Shopkeeper Lu was someone extraordinary—someone she definitely shouldn’t offend—so she had followed the trend and bought a bowl.

Her overly cautious nature had made her not eat it immediately.

After all, setting up a stall in a place like this always felt suspicious.

And now, those words had become her lifeline.

Along with the other two bowls she had bought later, she quickly took out all three bowls of ice jelly. The chilled dessert still carried a faint cool mist.

That slight chill gave her a sliver of hope.

She didn’t even bother using a spoon. She lifted the bowl and drank directly from the rim.

She didn’t savor it, but the sweet flavor still reached her senses deeply. What delighted her even more was that the fire poison inside her body froze the moment it encountered the ice jelly—like a mouse meeting a cat.

The fire poison was actually fading.

Though slowly, it was indeed working.

She hurriedly picked up the second bowl and swallowed it in haste.

Only now did she understand what that Shopkeeper Lu meant when he told her to buy more bowls.

That wasn’t a threat—it was kindness.

After finishing the second bowl, she looked at her restored skin and was about to deal with the third.

She reached out—but couldn’t lift the bowl.

She focused, and terror instantly filled her eyes.

She staggered backward, almost falling.

In front of her, a white skeleton had silently appeared.

It was using just a single finger to press against the rim of the bowl, preventing her from lifting it.

“You…”

Her lips trembled. She tried to speak, but overwhelming fear robbed her of words.

The skull showed no expression, yet she felt it was observing her.

Not her—but the ice jelly.

It was curious about it.

This realization shocked her.

Forcing herself to stay conscious, she dug her nails into her palm, pain helping her remain lucid.

“This is ice jelly,” she said after a long struggle, her voice trembling.

“Would… would you like to try it?”

As soon as she said it, she almost wanted to slap herself.

How could a skeleton possibly eat anything?

Would it just fall through the bone gaps? What kind of hellish joke was she making?

After barely surviving one crisis, it seemed heaven refused to spare her and kicked her once more toward death’s door.

Resigned, she gave up resisting.

If she couldn’t resist, then so be it.

But after waiting for a long time, the skeleton did not attack.

She cautiously looked up—and saw the skeleton lift the ice jelly. Its head tilted, making a faint cracking sound.

Then it opened its jaw and poured the entire bowl into its mouth.

The scene was somewhat horrifying.

Yet the ice jelly did not fall through the bones. It was swallowed completely.

It could actually eat!

The female cultivator froze.

“Is there more?”

A hoarse voice echoed in her mind.

She bit her lip and shook her head gently.

“No more.”

The skeleton nodded and did not make things difficult for her. It turned to leave.

“I know where there is more,” she quickly added.

After the initial fear, she realized this was an opportunity.

Her words successfully stopped the skeleton. It turned back, looking at her with hollow eye sockets.

“The stall selling this ice jelly is outside the cave. I can help senior buy more. Please wait a moment,” she said.

Helping this terrifying existence might earn her some benefit—even a tiny bit would be enough for her.

The skeleton said nothing. After a long stare, it waved its hand.

The female cultivator was sent out of the cave.

Left alone, the skeleton sat down on a chair and smacked its lips.

“So this little thing is called ice jelly… not bad at all. I haven’t eaten sweets in many years.”

“But why does this thing carry the aura of Liuli Fire?”

Thinking of the weak human and that treacherous bird from earlier, it grew irritated.

What kind of bird helps outsiders steal its own master’s treasure?

Without Liuli Fire suppressing it, the pseudo-dragon sealed beneath this secret realm would break free sooner or later, turning the place into a sea of fire.

“Forget it. Fate is fate.”

What was there for a dead pile of bones to worry about?

Before completely dissipating, it simply wanted to taste the food of the mortal world once more.

Like this ice jelly.

The chill within it was not erased by the surrounding flames—that was what drew it here in the first place.

And unexpectedly, it tasted quite good.

Smooth, sweet, and refreshing. After eating it, even the gaps between its bones felt cool.

It reminded it of the times it once shared ice watermelon with its beast companion during scorching summers.

But…

The human was no longer the same human, and the beast… was no longer the same beast.