In Pu Ban City, inside and outside the Town Hall, the atmosphere of the banquet was gradually rising.
After all, this was a glorious victory, the most glorious one that the humankind had ever achieved in so many years. Delicious wines were served without limit, and delicious food was freely served. Girls from the four wastelands danced intensely, and some passionate young men joined in while shouting and yelling. Amidst the clapping, stomping, and laughter of countless people, those young men danced with those girls.
Over ten miles away from the Town Hall, in a bend of a great river, Yu Mu smilingly built a bonfire. That large iron pot of his, which never left his side, floated above the bonfire, emitting a faint red glow.
The water in the pot was already boiling. Many neatly cut grass roots and leaves rolled along the boiling water, emitting a dense herbal aroma.
Mixed with the strong herbal aroma was a slight trace of stinky odor. The herbal aroma and the stinky odor mixed together and became an indescribable aroma that made people feel itchy from the bottom of their hearts. That aroma stimulated people's appetite and made their mouths water.
Holding a pair of bronze chopsticks, Yu Mu quickly knocked on the edge of the pot. He stretched his neck as hard as he could and popped out his eyes, looking at the surging river surface.
It was already late at night. The sky was covered in dense clouds, and the light was dim. Yu Mu didn't have any talent in the field of vision. He tried his best, but he could only see two to three miles away in the darkness, and his eyesight was blurry.
"Hurry, hurry, this herb and poison soup is just right. As long as we throw in fresh ingredients, it will be delicious, delicious … In a quarter of an hour, it will be burnt, and it won't taste as good as this. Feng Xing, Feng Xing, can you hurry up? I'm hungry! "
A thunder-like noise came from Yu Mu's stomach, sounding like the yawning of an old toad, deep and resonant.
Emperor Shun held a banquet, and of course, there would be plenty of food and drinks.
However, in Emperor Shun's banquet, those dishes were all ordinary grilled meat, stewed meat, and the spices used were all the same, nothing special. After all, Emperor Shun was a powerful being. When he held a banquet, who dared to serve dishes like deep-fried poisonous centipedes?
Therefore, these mediocre dishes couldn't satisfy Yu Mu's gluttonous desire at all. Therefore, he could only sneak out with Feng Xing for a sumptuous meal.
A while later, a series of roaring wind abruptly came from the river surface. Feng Xing carried a nine-zhang long, dark-silver fish with both of his hands, trod on a gust of wind, and rushed over along the surface of the river.
"Dragon bone silver eel, good treasure! Yu Mu, it's a dragon bone silver eel!" Feng Xing was so excited that saliva even gushed out from his mouth corners. He rushed over excitedly, swung his arms and threw that large fish, which was still struggling intensely towards Yu Mu from a long distance away.
Yu Mu straightened his neck and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.
Dragon Bone Silver Eel. Just from its name, one could tell that it possessed the bloodline of the Dragon Race. As for any kind of water-kind creature that possessed the dragon-kind bloodline, no matter how powerful it was, in the heart of a glutton like Yu Mu, it would be a top-grade food.
Not to mention, eels were more delicious and tender than other fishes. Just thinking about the taste of eels with dragon bloodline, Yu Mu felt his stomach rumbling with hunger. His intestines wriggled desperately, and he almost digested his stomach on its own.
"Up!"
Giving a deep growl, Yu Mu leaped up like a nimble ball, pulled out an exquisite jade dagger with his left hand, and hacked towards that nine-zhang long dragon bone silver eel with both of his arms, leaving tens of shreds of afterimages in the air.
Puff! The dragon bone silver eel was split into two within a second.
The silver and shining fish bone flew out from its body, and a colorful sphere of magic fire that had been releasing a dense herbal aroma hovered around the silver fish bone. Instantly, the fish bone released a dense, magical aroma. Tens of sharp dagger lights flashed across, and the fish bone was cut into orderly sized pieces, flying into the boiling soup pot.
The originally clear soup quickly became viscous, gradually turning from light white to milky white.
The fish bone rolled in the soup for a few times, then quickly melted. The essence of the bone marrow merged perfectly with the soup as well.
After that was the dark-silver fish skin. The entire fish skin flew out along with a clattering sound. A blade light flashed across the air, and the fish skin turned into countless hair-thin shreds, falling into the pot of soup like a drizzle.
The fish skin didn't melt in the pot, but the soup turned thicker and thicker, with a faint silver luster.
Yu Mu gave a deep shout in excitement. The jade dagger held in his hand brought up countless beams of dagger light. Along with a slight swishing noise, the nine-zhang long silver eel was cut into baby-fist-sized pieces of meat, falling into the soup pot one after another.
The silver eel meat was rolling fiercely in the jelly-like soup. A dense, yet strangely fragrant taste spread along with the wind. In the soup, the silver eel meat rolled for a few times, then turned faintly translucent.
The fresh aroma in the air grew stronger and stronger.
Yu Mu wielded his hand and sent the internal organs of the silver eel flying into the river. Then, he put down the jade knife and leaped up to the pot. His fingers flicked quickly, and a quivering piece of silver eel meat flew up, accurately into his widely opened mouth. Not even a drop of soup was spilled out of it.
"My ancestors' souls …" Yu Mu knelt beside the pot, put his hands together in front of his chest, and was so touched that he even shed tears.
Delicious, this was the most delicious food he had ever tasted. His cooking skills had improved largely again. Added with the hundreds of herbs and poisons soup he carefully made, and this top-grade dragon bone silver eel meat, the taste of this pot of steaming fish meat, at this very moment, even his soul had been sublimated.
To a fat foodie like him, enjoying such a delicious food in a cold snowy night was the happiest thing in his life.
Feng Xing flashed to the pot, reached his hand into the pot, popped out his eyes, and yelled at Yu Mu, "Bloody fatso, I counted, eight-thousand, eight-hundred and sixty pieces of fish meat in total. Half for each of us, no one is allowed to eat more than one piece!"
When his fingers were still an inch away from the soup, Feng Xing abruptly burst with a high-pitched shout and swiftly drew back, leaving shreds of afterimages in the air. Swiftly stepping back for over ten miles, Feng Xing pulled out his longbow, and a faintly golden arrow had been glowing faintly on the bowstring.
The arrow locked the darkness behind Yu Mu as Feng Xing growled in a low voice, "Who is it? Get out! Don't make a mistake! Raise your hands and come out! "
Yu Mu paused. Suddenly, colorful mist puffed out from around his body, then quickly merged with the air, disappearing without a trace. Centered on Yu Mu's body, the area thirty meters in radius around him had become a deathtrap.
A slight series of footsteps could be heard, along with which, a heavy snowflake drifted down from the sky. A long-haired girl in a long black dress staggered over. The hem of the dress was covered in mud, and she looked especially embarrassed.
The bonfire glowed brightly, illuminating the girl's elf-like, exquisite face.
"Ah, a little girl!" Feng Xing whistled from a long distance away. Abruptly, the arrow shone with a dazzling light.
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