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Chapter 210: The Comrades
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Seeing the pained expression on Wang Hong's face, Elder Brother of Kaiyang Peak strolled over from behind, teasingly remarking, "What's wrong, reluctant to part with this meat?"
Having a long-standing friendship with Wang Hong, he was well aware of Wang Hong's love for food.
"Sigh! What a waste," Wang Hong admitted without reservation, gazing at the bodies of Demonic Beasts, each over ten feet in size.
"How about we carry two of them onto the Flying Boat and roast them for a meal?" Elder Brother suggested, genuinely admiring Wang Hong's culinary skills.
Wang Hong hesitated, then thought of the stern gaze of Uncle Song and shook his head.
He said, "Forget it. If Uncle Song blames us, we won't be able to escape."
Seeing that Wang Hong was afraid of this, Elder Brother couldn't help but chuckle. He patted his chest and said, "I'll take the blame for this. If there's any scolding, I'll bear it alone."
Elder Brother was a junior from the main family of Kaiyang Peak and had a good understanding of the Golden Core Elders within the sect.
With Elder Brother's assurance, Wang Hong trusted him. After all, it wasn't a particularly significant matter.
Elder Brother called Zhang Chunfeng for help. Knowing that Zhang Chunfeng was also a body cultivator, and the weight of this second-tier Three-Horned Quadrupeds was over ten thousand catties, it made sense to ask him for help.
The three of them cleaned the two fattest Demonic Beasts first and then lifted them onto the Flying Boat.
After collecting valuable items from the battlefield, everyone boarded the Flying Boat, heading to another location.
The space inside the Flying Boat was spacious. Wang Hong found a relatively large area and set up two fire pits.
Song Wei, sitting in the center of the Flying Boat's storage room, glanced at Wang Hong with his eyes and then focused on his Meditation without paying further attention to him.
One fire pit held a massive barbecue grill, and the other had a large pot.
Two Demonic Beast meats, one roasted and one stewed.
The Flying Boat continued to roam in this area. Occasionally, they encountered a few Demonic Beasts, which were swiftly killed by the two or three hundred cultivators on the Flying Boat.
Wang Hong didn't have a chance to join in, so he focused on roasting meat and stewing soup.
After a while, the Flying Boat encountered a large group of flying Demonic Beasts, also heading towards Boundary City.
Without caring about the delicious food he was preparing, Wang Hong immediately stood up and ran outside.
"Come back!" Song Wei's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, startling him.
Seeing Wang Hong frozen in place, Song Wei transmitted a message again, "As a cultivator, you must remain calm in the face of changes and keep your composure even when the sky is falling!."
Wang Hong still didn't understand, feeling a bit lost. He thought he hadn't shown any panic or change in expression.
"Since you're a Spirit Meal Master, focus on the food being refined. Do you really need to run around for a few small beasts?" Song Wei transmitted the message again. This time, Wang Hong understood; he had misunderstood Song Wei's profession. He was being asked to concentrate on cooking, not participate in the battle, which was something Wang Hong happily accepted.
While outside, the cultivators were fervently chasing and killing the demonic birds, Wang Hong was alone on the Flying Boat, diligently roasting meat.
In just over half an hour, cultivators who had participated in the battle returned one after another, gathering the spoils. To avoid disputes, they decided to distribute the rewards collectively.
Three hours later, the Flying Boat where Wang Hong was located was filled with a tantalizing aroma.
The pot of stew had turned into a thick, milky broth. The giant pot contained meat and bones from a ten-thousand-catty Demonic Beast, completely melted into the broth.
As for the roasted meat, it had been marinated with various seasonings, roasted over high heat to tighten the outer layer, locking in the Spirit Qi and moisture. Then, it was slow-cooked over low heat until the bones became tender. Finally, it was roasted over high heat again to make the outer layer crispy and fragrant.
The roasted meat was now crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with the bones easily separating. When cut open, the meat still released flavorful juices.
The enticing smell from Wang Hong's cooking attracted the attention of everyone on the Flying Boat, but due to unfamiliarity, they hesitated to approach. Some with thicker skin had already gathered around Wang Hong, trying to impress him.
Of course, there were also steadfast cultivators who continued to meditate with closed eyes, seemingly indifferent to the tempting aroma. Among them was Song Wei, the Golden Core Cultivator, sitting in the central storage room.
His closed eyes emitted a white mist between breaths, resembling a statue, creating an awe-inspiring image. Despite his outward composure, his Divine Sense had been secretly monitoring Wang Hong. At times, he even discreetly swallowed saliva.
This couldn't be revealed to the younger generation. In front of the same tier, he might not care about his image, but maintaining dignity in front of the juniors was essential. A true gentleman remained formidable even when not emphasizing authority.
Several times, he wanted to get up and cut a piece of meat to pay tribute to his internal organs, but he forcibly resisted the temptation.
He had already made up his mind. If Wang Hong didn't voluntarily offer some for him to taste, he would confiscate it all. This wasn't something he hadn't done before.
Wang Hong was about to cut a piece of roasted meat to taste when Elder Brother stopped him.
Perplexed, he saw Elder Brother pick up a knife and cut off a hind leg from the roasted meat, a leg weighing at least a thousand catties.
Elder Brother carried this roasted leg and presented it respectfully to Song Wei, who was still in meditation.
"Uncle Song! We juniors have roasted some Demonic Beast meat. Please honor us by tasting it."
He offered the leg with both hands.
Song Wei opened his eyes, took the roasted meat, and, as a senior expert, didn't hastily bite into it.
"Hmm, not bad! You guys have put in effort. However, I find this roast a bit dry. Here's a bowl. Fill it with some soup for Master Uncle to moisten his throat."
Elder Brother took an ordinary-looking wooden bowl and went to the large pot to fill it with soup.
Carefully pouring a bit of soup into the small bowl, fearing it would overflow, he added another large spoonful, just enough to cover the bottom of the bowl.
It turned out this seemingly ordinary wooden bowl was a storage magic treasure.
Elder Brother poured the soup into the bowl, managing to fill almost half of it after pouring nearly the entire big pot of soup.
With a bowl filled, Elder Brother quickly delivered it to Uncle Song.
Song Wei picked up the thousand-catty roasted leg, took a big bite—crispy on the outside, tender inside. With each chew, the juice flowed through his mouth.
Song Wei praised silently. After another sip of the meat broth—thick, delicate, smooth, and fragrant—his lips retained a thin film-like texture.
After serving the Golden Core Cultivator, Wang Hong and the others began eating.
With so many people on the Flying Boat and everyone's eyes on him, Wang Hong felt awkward eating alone. So, he invited everyone to join in.
Moreover, most of the people on this Flying Boat were from Qingxu Sect, and even if there were a few who weren't from the same sect, they considered themselves comrades.
Upon Wang Hong's invitation, people flocked over, and even those steadfast cultivators who remained motionless got up.
For those who couldn't get in, they simply controlled their Flying Swords to cut off a piece and took it to the side to eat.
With so many people, each person could only get a few dozen catties of meat on average. Given the physique of Foundation Building Cultivators, eating a few hundred catties of this meat was no big deal.
Everyone was somewhat unsatisfied, but it awakened their desire for more. They hoped to encounter another group of second-tier Demonic Beasts.
Their wish was granted. After a few hours, they encountered a group of Redmane Boars, led by more than a dozen second-tier ones.
The other two Flying Boats were still preparing, but the one Wang Hong was on shot out like an arrow.
Their primary target was those dozen second-tier Demonic Beasts, making the cultivators on the other two Flying Boats think they wanted to snatch the spoils. They accelerated to catch up.
After a fierce battle and collecting the spoils, the group lifted the ten second-tier Demonic Beasts onto the Flying Boat.
With everyone's help, they quickly set up ten large fire pits.
Wang Hong became the overall commander, guiding every detail, from marination to fire control.
The Golden Core Cultivator, Song Wei, on the Flying Boat, did not object. He was even pleased with the development.
When the Flying Boat encountered Demonic Beasts again, Wang Hong was no longer allowed to participate.
Wang Hong was fine with that; he preferred making delicious food to fighting with Demonic Beasts anyway. After all, he knew he would still get a share of the spoils.
Gradually, Wang Hong became a cook on the Flying Boat, and people almost forgot about his identity as an Alchemist.
Eleven Flying Boats roamed around Boundary City, and after more than ten days, the nearby Demonic Beasts were almost exterminated. Even the Demonic Beasts in Boundary City were too scared to venture out.
Finally, the Demon Clan organized tens of thousands of flying Demonic Beasts, including more than ten third-tier Demonic Beasts, to besiege the eleven Flying Boats.
Among the three groups of Flying Boats, the one Wang Hong was on had the fewest numbers, making them the easiest target.
On this day, they encountered a group of Silver-winged Bird Monsters. These creatures weren't particularly powerful, but they were incredibly fast.
They chased them for dozens of miles, entering a mountain valley. Suddenly, countless Demonic Beasts appeared from all directions.
The peaks around them were crawling with Demonic Beasts, the flying Demonic Beasts in the sky darkening the skies. Even the daylight seemed to dim several degrees.
"Not good! Ambushed, retreat quickly!"
These Demonic Beasts hid beyond the range of the Golden Core Cultivators' Divine Sense, preventing the Golden Core Cultivators on the Flying Boats from detecting them in advance.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Demonic Beast group hadn't completely closed in, the three Flying Boats quickly retreated along the same path.
They also communicated with the other two groups of Flying Boats, hoping they could provide support from the periphery.
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