Soon, night fell.
On the rugged village road, Chen Jingzhou said, "According to the map, there's a mountain village around ten miles ahead. We'll rest there for two hours before moving on!"
"Alright."
The others all agreed.
Zhou Rui's eyes were twinkling.
Her physique was only equal to a rank-five martial artist, and she was definitely a little overwhelmed after running over five hundred miles in one go.
Soon …
A dilapidated village appeared in sight. There were signs of Feral rampage, and many houses were in ruins.
Everyone found a relatively intact room, started a fire, and took out food and water to eat.
Jiang He walked up to them, munching on sunflower seeds.
Whipping out a handful of sunflower seeds, he asked, "Does anyone want sunflower seeds?"
No one said anything.
None of them knew that the sunflower seeds Jiang He had been munching on along the way were purple-gold sunflower seeds worth up to millions.
Jiang He sat beside Cheng Dongfeng and took out a bottle of 'water', smiling. "Want some water, Old Cheng?"
Cheng Dongfeng glanced at the mineral water in Jiang He's hand and shook his head. Smiling, he took out a bottle of wine from his pocket and took a few sips, saying, "Jiang He, you may be stronger than me, but when it comes to wilderness survival experience, no one here would dare to claim first place if I say I'm second …"
"Martial artists don't actually have to carry food and water when they travel out in the wilderness, and they just need to bring more things like medicine."
"Most Feral meat is edible, which solves the food problem. Furthermore, the villages here in Xibei have the habit of digging wells and cellars, which is why a trip to an uninhabited village would solve the water problem. Moreover, rivers and wild fruits could quench thirst."
"Of course, forget I said anything if there's a water-type Awakened in our party."
Both Yang Chengwu and Zhou Rui appeared enlightened, while Jiang He appeared thoughtful as he twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle.
What was in the bottle was not mineral water, but rank-9 Origin Liquid of Life.
Jiang He had two types of rank-nine Origin Fluid. One was from the willow tree at Mount Helan, which improved cultivation and qi, while the other was traded from the three martial clans of Jiangnan, which improved spirit.
The bottle he had just taken out was the willow tree's Origin Fluid.
The Origin Fluid produced by the willow tree was fragrant, and the aroma spread immediately after he twisted the cap.
Cheng Dongfeng, who was the closest, couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The expressions of the others also changed slightly.
As if he did not see it, Jiang He picked up the mineral water bottle and drank half of it in one gulp, before putting the cap back and putting away the rest.
Wiping his mouth, Jiang He offered a fist-palm salute and smiled. "The ancients did not lie. What Master Cheng said makes sense. I've learned something."
Cheng Dongfeng returned a fist-palm salute and asked, "What did you drink just now, Jiang He?"
"Life Origin Fluid."
There was nothing to hide about that, and so Jiang He replied, "It's that willow tree on Mount Helan. It insisted on giving me Origin Fluid when I went to talk to it."
"…"
Holy shit!
Cheng Dongfeng's face turned green.
Ninth-Grade Origin Fluid?
You're using a mineral water bottle to store such a precious thing?
And here I thought it was mineral water … If I had known, I would not have put on a show when Jiang He took it out and drank it directly. My cultivation might have ascended by a large margin after a few mouthfuls.
Even so, Jiang He smiled and said, "Still, Master Cheng, what you said just now is too one-sided. For example, if a martial artist has a Spatial Ring and could carry a lot of things, they could carry anything they want when they go out."
Whoosh!
Even as he spoke, he took out a barbeque rack with a turn of his hand, a box of charcoal, a bunch of bottles of barbeque condiments, sesame oil, an oil brush, and a skewer of meat that the cute and sexy maid had already cleaned and skewered.
Jiang He poured the charcoal into the grill and promptly invoked his fire-type powers. Flames shot out of his palm, and when the charcoal was almost burnt out, he picked up the oil brush and slowly and elegantly oiled the meat skewers before starting to grill them.
Even as everyone gaped, Jiang He smiled. "It's not easy to travel far in this day and age, so it's good to enjoy a little. I believe that a barbeque stove is definitely a must have for traveling … training in the wild. Wouldn't it be more satisfying to hunt a Feral with fresh meat and have a little beer and barbeque around a bonfire?"
The aroma of meat spread in the night.
Chen Jingzhou's expression twitched and he said somberly, "Such a rich aroma of meat might attract the attention of some Ferals …"
"It's fine."
Jiang He waved him off and smiled. "I have experience with barbeque in the wildlands. You would have to work on your meat selection if you want to avoid being targeted by Ferals."
"Meat?"
Yang Chengwu appeared puzzled and asked, "Brother Jiang, is there a need to pay attention to barbeque?"
"Of course."
Jiang He picked up a skewer and had a taste. It was almost cooked, though lacking some salt. He promptly grabbed some salt and sprinkled it as he said, "For example, the meat I'm grilling right now is the meat of the Blue King Drake, which ranks third on the global ranking of python-type Ferals."
"The Green Serpent King is the strongest among the king-level Direbeasts. Even the fragrance of its meat should be able to intimidate other Direbeasts."
"…"
Cheng Dongfeng and the others traded glances. Zhou Rui, who did not know Jiang He's background, was glaring at Jiang He with bulging eyes.
"Come, come. It's done. Everyone, have some …"
Jiang He was generous enough to share the Blue King Drake's meat with everyone …
Nonetheless, his face twitched after he had a few skewers and he scowled awkwardly. "Damn it. Are these Ferals trying to slap my face?"
In the distant night, many Ferals were gathering around as they sniffed the aroma.
The meat of Feral Kings …
It was too much of a temptation for them.
In particular, some of the weaker Ferals could ascend and evolve with just a few mouthfuls of Feral King's meat.
Cheng Dongfeng rose to his feet with a cold smirk, saying, "Everyone, eat. I'll deal with those vermin."
And yet, Jiang He stopped him just as he rose to his feet.
"Be careful, Master Cheng …"
"According to Chief Duan, the Sky Demon Cult's elites might ambush us. I'll go just in case."
Even as he spoke, he took out dozens more skewers of meat and handed them to Cheng Dongfeng, saying, "This is the Black King Drake's meat. Please grill it for everyone … oh, right."
As he spoke, Jiang He took out another chunk of meat from his System Space.
This meat …
It was probably around four hundred catties.
Jiang He promptly threw it at the black panther, saying, "This is the meat of a rank-eight Feral I killed before. You should eat more — how am I supposed to ride that skinny thing?"
He turned and walked into the night.
Soon, waves of explosions echoed in the night, followed by streaks of dazzling fiery radiance that shot to the horizon.
Stunned, He Litong promptly rose to his feet.
Zhou Rui's expression was somber as if she was facing a great foe. Yang Chengwu drew his combat blade with a wary look, whereas Cheng Dongfeng, who was grilling skewers, skillfully shook the meat skewers in his hand and sprinkled cumin powder while smiling, "Don't panic. Everyone, take a seat and have a taste of Old Cheng's cooking."
Jiang He's nickname of 'Bomb Prince' had spread throughout the MAD of Lingzhou City, and Cheng Dongfeng himself was the one who gave it to him.
How was that even possible?
He had not even used his nuclear rocket launcher …
Soon, Jiang He returned.
He was even fiddling with an Earthen Decree in his hand.
Sitting in front of the bonfire, Jiang He nonchalantly threw the Fiend Decree on the ground, muttering in frustration, "Damn it, I wouldn't have attacked if I knew … I accidentally blew up a Sky Demon Cult scout, and there's no telling if I've alerted them."
…
Up in the night sky.
Three Blades Lin was standing in the air, looking down from the distance with a terrible look on his face.
What the hell!
I've been escorting you in the dark and could not relax for a single moment, and yet, not only did you barbecue in the wildlands, you even ran off to set off fireworks?
Three Blades Lin was a little upset, which was why he quietly descended from the skies and found several Sky Demon Cult elites hiding in the dark, cutting them down with a flurry of blades.
In the beginning …
According to Wang Hou, since the Sky Demon Cultists wanted to assassinate the prodigies who were heading to the Secret Realms, he should just let them do it, and it would be a form of training for them …
"Wang Hou wouldn't say anything if I kill them to relieve my boredom, would he? Moreover, what's the difference between five rank-sevens, three rank-eights, and one rank-nine compared to cannon fodder? "
…
In a dilapidated village.
After finishing his barbecue, Jiang He took out the half-empty bottle of Origin Fluid and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.
After that, he tossed the bottle away …
Cheng Dongfeng, with his sharp eyes and quick reflexes, quietly picked up the bottle and hid it.
Jiang He was too wasteful.
There was still a little left at the bottom of the bottle, and he threw it away directly …
That little bit of Origin Fluid did not appear to be much, but there were at least dozens of drops, starting from tens of millions … and it was the kind that had a price but no supply.
Jiang He saw it, but did not say anything.
Inwardly, he was a little surprised.
Everyone said that Cheng Dongfeng loved money more than his life. He did not believe it before, but now … he believed it. A great rank-seven grandmaster who could casually kill a few Ferals in the wildlands could sell them for millions, and yet he ended up being so stingy as to pick up a bottle …
"Sigh. I should collect all the bottles I throw away and give them to Old Cheng. Every family has their own problems, and he might be in some kind of trouble as well."
Sighing inwardly, Jiang He's expression soon changed, and the aura around his body became erratic.
Chen Jingzhou, who had the sharpest senses, looked up at Jiang He and quickly asked, "What's wrong, Jiang He?"
The others all turned to Jiang He as well.
A violent aura abruptly burst out of Jiang He's body, and the silhouette of five great suns rose behind him …
Following that, the sixth sun slowly rose into the sky.
His aura instantly expanded, and he directly ascended from rank-eight pinnacle to rank-nine.
In the process of ascension, Jiang He appeared stunned for a moment before becoming delighted, chuckling even as he ascended. "Maybe it's because I just ate some Feral King meat and drank some rank-nine Origin Fluid. Moreover, I was already on the verge of ascension in the first place, which is why my cultivation and cultivation improved a little …"
(PS: The second update has arrived. There will be a third update today to celebrate reaching top 100 in the monthly votes, although it might be a little late. It is suggested that you watch it tomorrow.)
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