Whoosh!
In the instant that Dong Haichuan cried out in surprise, Cheng Dongfeng had already stuffed the two mineral water bottles into his pocket at lightning speed, before turning to Dong Haichuan blankly and exclaiming in surprise, "What did you just say, ancestral master?"
"Origin Fluid? Are you going to give me a few bottles of it? "
Dong Haichuan's face promptly darkened, and he glared viciously at Cheng Dongfeng.
What does this wretched thing mean?
Are you afraid that the ancestral master would covet your Origin Fluid?
Is the ancestral master that kind of person?
Fine, even if the ancestral master had such thoughts, wouldn't he misunderstand the ancestral master by behaving like that in front of Jiang He?
"Origin Fluid?"
Jiang He realized with a start and glanced at Cheng Dongfeng. So the dog was not picking up the bottles, but coveting the little bit of rank-nine Origin Fluid he had left inside …
It was not that Jiang He was being wasteful. Could you even finish mineral water completely?
Even so …
Was there a need to be like that?
Did he have to treat his leftovers as treasures?
That's what I used to rinse my mouth when I was out in the wildlands.
Could the Eight Trigrams School have some special fetish?
Jiang He could not help feeling a chill at that thought, and decided that he would rather feed the rest of the bottle to a dog than give it to Cheng Dongfeng. Promptly offering a fist-palm salute, he said, "Master Dong, grandson … I suddenly remembered that there's a market back home. Goodbye!"
Whoosh!
Jiang He turned, turning into a thunderbolt and disappearing from Cheng Dongfeng's sight.
Damn it!
Staring at the direction where Jiang He disappeared, Cheng Dongfeng abruptly punched the wall. The wall collapsed with a rumble, but Cheng Dongfeng was unconcerned and cursed, "Is he even human? True divine-tier already? "
"Hold on … did the brat just call me grandson?"
Cheng Dongfeng was furious.
Even so, he felt a pain in his head before he could start — Dong Haichuan had slapped him on the back of the head.
"Wretched thing!"
Furious, Dong Haichuan barked, "Who is Jiang He? Do you think he's someone you can call brat?"
Even before Cheng Dongfeng could speak, Dong Haichuan had already extended his hand at lightning speed, grabbing the air in front of Cheng Dongfeng before taking to the air and rapidly flying away. His voice echoed in Cheng Dongfeng's mind from the distance, "Little Feng, remember to be polite to Jiang He in the future."
Cheng Dongfeng frowned in surprise.
Grandmaster …
Leaving just like that?
According to Grandmaster's personality, shouldn't he have dragged him to a restaurant and then let him eat and drink to his heart's content while he was at it?
But then he thought of something. He reached into his pocket and almost cried …
One of the two bottles was gone.
That was when a Martial Arts Department (MAD) worker jogged toward them from the distance. Glancing at the collapsed wall and then at the scowling Cheng Dongfeng, he asked carefully, "What happened, Master Cheng?"
"I'm fine."
Cheng Dongfeng gritted his teeth and said, "Find some workers to repair this section of the wall. As for the cost … find Chief Duan for reimbursement. Just say that my grandmaster broke it!"
He strode forward, but his mind began to flicker.
Otherwise …
Should he move to Jiang He's front gates and stay there for a few days?
Even if he had to sleep on the floor, he could casually pick up a few bottles and he would be rich.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at Duan Tianhe's office. Inside, he saw Duan Tianhe and Ji Dongxu sitting together, both looking worried.
"What happened?"
Cheng Dongfeng asked, puzzled.
Duan Tianhe, on the other hand, was rubbing his temples and flashing a pained smile. "I've just received word that the troops stationed at Yuzhen would be retreating tomorrow. When that happens, Commander Chen would be left behind to defend Lingzhou City."
"That's a good thing!"
Sitting on the sofa, Cheng Dongfeng picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. He smiled and said, "Commander Chen, plus two thousand fully armed soldiers, the strength of Lingzhou City will greatly increase. Why are you frowning over such a good thing?"
"The military's divine-tier elites stationed at Mount Dadong would be leaving as well, and Jiang He would be in charge of Mount Dadong from now on."
"What?"
Cheng Dongfeng almost spat out the mouthful of herbal tea he had just taken, and could not help exclaiming, "What the hell? Who arranged this? Do they not know Jiang He that well? Aren't they afraid that Jiang He would cause trouble by having him watch over Mount Dadong? "
"Minister Wang and Chief Commander Li of the military gave the order at the same time."
Duan Tianhe appeared rather helpless.
Jiang He's ability was more than enough to watch over Mount Dadong, but who knows what he would do given his personality?
After musing to himself for a long time, Duan Tianhe said, "Old Cheng, get ready. We'll head to Jinyintan Village and have a good chat with Jiang He. After all, it's no exaggeration to say that watching over Mount Dadong involves millions of lives."
Going to Jiang He's house?
Cheng Dongfeng rose to his feet and said righteously, "Old Duan, you're busy with work, so stay here and take care of the work. I can handle such a difficult mission alone!"
"Don't worry. Are you worried about me, Old Cheng?"
"Even if I have to kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg Jiang He, I would beg him to watch over Mount Dadong."
Cheng Dongfeng left the office in a hurry, leaving Duan Tianhe and Ji Dongxu staring at each other.
That …
Something wasn't quite right!
Since when did Cheng Dongfeng become so hardworking?
Even so, Duan Tianhe did not think too much about it, and instead frowned. "Relocating the military and changing the divine-tier elites is a major event. What could have happened for the higher-ups to make such a decision?"
…
Jinyintan Village.
Whoosh!
A thunderbolt streaked across the horizon, and Jiang He descended from the skies.
The Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers welcomed him just as he entered the gates, all of them crowding around Jiang He in tears.
"Grandpa's back! Grandpa's back!"
"Grandpa, weren't you going to feed us condors?"
"That's right, we want condors!"
The Seventh Brother, who never had much of a presence, suddenly cried out, and all seven brothers cried out in unison, clamoring for condors.
Jiang He's head hurt a little, and he sent each of them flying with a kick, barking, "You bunch of bastards! Eat shit, you lot. I'll stuff anyone else into a bottle gourd and lock you up."
The Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers were in tears, and sprawled on the ground, not daring to say a word or cry.
Jiang He softened a little at that. After all, they were his own grandchildren …
He could only say helplessly, "Alright, don't cry. I'll grill condors for you."
Sora came to him and asked, "Master, do you still need to prepare dinner?"
"No need, we'll grill condors today."
Sora exclaimed in delight, "Master, I want to eat condors too, I want to eat condors too …"
Jiang He clutched his forehead!
Why did those words sound so erotic when they came out of Sora's mouth?
The Golden-Winged Roc was too big, and it had to be grilled outside.
Once outside, Jiang He threw the Golden-Winged Roc on the ground and instructed the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers to pluck its feathers … after all, there was no way to grill it without plucking its feathers.
And yet …
The Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers used every ounce of strength they had, but could not pluck a single feather.
The Golden-Winged Roc's feathers had been refined to be tougher than S-grade alloys, and each feather was almost fused with its body. How could the Bottle Gourd Brothers pluck it?
Jiang He had to pluck it himself.
Pluck it.
Clean its innards.
Wash it.
That process took up to an hour.
In the end, Jiang He took out his golden cleaver and swung it, leaving streaks of cuts on the Golden-Winged Roc's corpse. He did that so that the flavor of the condiments would fuse faster when he grilled it later.
And yet, grilling it …
Became a huge problem.
Musing to himself for a while, Jiang He suddenly had an idea.
Invoking the Scarlet Flame Sword, it expanded with a thought and grew to over 200 meters in length. With a flash of sword light, it stabbed into the Golden-Winged Roc's corpse, before holding the hilt and sitting cross-legged in the air, ordering Dumbo, Trumbo, and Fourth Brother to take turns to grill the Golden-Winged Roc with their fire-controlling powers.
"Well …"
"Isn't that too slow?"
Jiang He shook his head. At this rate, he might not be able to grill the entire bird even after ten hours.
Charging his mystic energy, the Scarlet Flame Sword promptly erupted in scarlet flames that slowly burned and engulfed the entire bird's body. Moments later, a fragrant aroma wafted to Jiang He's nose.
"Wow!"
"It smells so good!"
Cheng Dongfeng's car arrived just then. Parking his car, he got off and sniffed hard, looking at Jiang He who was sitting cross-legged in the air, and then at the Golden-Winged Roc wrapped in flames, exclaiming in surprise, "What the hell? What a huge chicken!"
Others aside …
The featherless Golden-Winged Roc looked quite similar to a chicken.
Jiang He was about to explain when Cheng Dongfeng noticed the golden feathers scattered on the ground. Picking up a feather that was as tall as himself, he studied it closely, even testing its hardness with his hand before turning to Jiang He and exclaiming in shock, "The Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle? Jiang He, did you grill the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle? "
"Hold on …"
That was when Cheng Dongfeng saw the giant sword sticking out of the Golden-Winged Roc's body, and could not help inhaling sharply —
"Gasp!"
"What a huge sword!"
"Hick!"
Dumbo, who had been squatting in a corner and salivating while staring at the Golden-Winged Roc with fiery eyes, turned to Cheng Dongfeng with a disdainful look, the corner of his lips curling up in disdain. "Where did this hick come from?"
My master had just gone hunting, and it was called the Golden-Winged Roc or something. How did it become the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle in your mouth?
Dumbo studied Cheng Dongfeng from head to toe, and when he saw Cheng Dongfeng glaring at him as if he had seen a ghost, he promptly scolded him with a Sichuan-Xibei accent, "You idiot, your eyes are as big as baskets. Are you trying to pinch me?"
"Have you ever seen a dog as handsome as me?"
Slap!
Jiang He slapped Dumbo into the ground from the distance, veins bulging on his forehead as he scolded with a scowl, "Shut up, you dog! Get lost!"
He then leapt down from the air.
Holding the 200-meter Scarlet Flame Sword in his hand, the Golden-Winged Roc that was grilled to golden radiance. Taking out his cleaver to cut off a piece, he could not help complaining, "Why is the Golden-Winged Roc's meat so tough?"
"Huh … it's a little tough at first, but it's chewy after a few more bites."
"Want some, Old Cheng?"
"Eh? Old Cheng … Old Cheng? "
Seeing that Cheng Dongfeng did not respond, Jiang He promptly waved his hand in front of his eyes.
Only then did Cheng Dongfeng come to his senses.
Raising his hand, he suddenly slapped himself viciously!
Slap!
Ah …
It hurts!
So, I'm not dreaming?
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