Bu Fang's voice was not loud. His words were drowned out by the roars of the beasts outside the tribe.
The head elder did not pay much attention to Bu Fang, or rather, he did not take Bu Fang seriously at all. A mere fifth grade Battle-King could not pique his interest at all. In his opinion, this Bu Fang might be Wu Yunbai's servant.
However, when Bu Fang uttered those words, the Great Elder's gaze suddenly froze. Wu Yunbai's expression also stiffened. They both turned to look at Bu Fang, and when they saw the seriousness and seriousness on his face, they suddenly felt a little confused.
Are you sure you're not here to joke around? A mere fifth grade Battle-King wants to obtain the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus? Why don't you just say you want to ascend to the heavens!
Wu Yunbai's expression became extremely odd. She did not expect this young man to utter such brainless words. Does he not know that there are two seventh grade Battle-Saints guarding the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus and a Blood Crown Black Swamp Boa eyeing them covetously outside … Where on earth did he get the courage to utter such words?
"Your servant really likes to joke around … I have already said that this Ice Soul Monarch Lotus is extremely important to the tribe. I will not let you have it. If you want some sixth grade spirit herbs, I will definitely not hold anything back. However, if you want the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus … then forget about it," the head elder said as his serpent tail swayed slightly.
Servant? Wu Yunbai blinked her eyes. It seemed that this kid's identity had been misunderstood …
Bu Fang frowned. From the head elder's words, it seemed that he did not intend to let the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus fall into the hands of others. If that was the case, it would be a little difficult.
The Ice Soul Monarch Lotus was the best wine brewing ingredient that Bu Fang had ever encountered. It was a spirit herb that complemented the Phoenix Blood Herb and the Three Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit. If he were to give it up just like that, Bu Fang would be very unwilling.
However, Bu Fang also knew that the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus was a seventh grade spirit herb after all. The serpent-men elders would not easily hand it over to him. Therefore, he was still thinking of ways to obtain the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus.
The serpent-men tribe's demand for the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus was a little too aggressive. Could it be … that there was some unknown secret?
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, but he still couldn't figure out what the unknown secret was.
The Blood Crown Black Swamp Boa coiled up its huge body and lay down not far away. It looked down at the herb garden from above, silently waiting for the seventh-grade Ice Soul Monarch Lotus to bloom and ripen.
The Blood Crown Black Swamp Boa would make its move once the spirit herb matured.
Surrounding the Black Swamp Boa were a large number of spirit beasts. These spirit beasts all had different appearances. Some were extremely ugly, while others were pleasing to the eye. All of them were quietly prostrating under the Black Swamp Boa's aura.
Once the Black Swamp Boa made a move, they would immediately follow suit.
After waiting for a long time, two crescent moons quietly appeared in the sky, emitting a cold radiance. The radiance illuminated the cold and desolate scales of the Black Swamp Boa, giving it an eerie feeling.
"There are still a few more hours before the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus ripens. Everyone, please enter our serpent-men tribe for a meal. Those who come are our guests," the serpent-men tribe's head elder said while trembling.
Wu Yunbai raised her eyebrows and nodded. She then led her two subordinates into the serpent-men tribe.
Bu Fang was still standing there in a daze, thinking about how he could obtain the Ice Soul Monarch Lotus. However, Wu Yunbai gently patted his shoulder and woke him up.
"The serpent-men tribe's head elder is inviting us for a meal. I've never tasted the serpent-men tribe's delicacies before. Let's go together," Wu Yunbai simply said.
Bu Fang was slightly taken aback. The serpent-men tribe's delicacies? At first, Bu Fang wanted to refuse. However, after hearing the serpent-men tribe's delicacies, Bu Fang's eyes immediately lit up and he slightly nodded his head.
The experts of the serpent-men tribe led the way. Their bodies swayed as they slowly crawled forward.
Bu Fang followed behind Wu Yunbai and the others as they walked through the simple and crude buildings of the serpent-men tribe.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, did not care. He observed the surroundings with a curious look in his eyes. He knew very little about the living habits of a race, especially a race from another world. It was precisely because he knew very little that he was curious.
Even though the serpent-men tribe's houses were not big, they had been renovated for a long time to reach their current size.
On the door beams of these houses, Bu Fang saw strips of processed fish. These dried fish were hung at the door, exposed to the wind and the sun so that the water in the dried fish would be completely dried and stored.
Apart from dried fish, Bu Fang also saw a lot of dried meat and some dried fruits.
After all, this was a swamp and the temperature was relatively humid. Rotten food was not easy to preserve. Given the harsh conditions of the serpent-men tribe, they could only use this kind of primitive method to preserve their food.
After Bu Fang and the others walked for a while, a faint aroma drifted toward them. It was the familiar aroma of a dish.
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. The group arrived at an open space. Not far away from the open space, a voluptuous serpent-woman was holding a metal ladle and shoveling food from a large black wok. The aroma of the dish was wafting from the wok.
"The serpent-men tribe is a small place. Please forgive us if our hospitality is not satisfactory," the head elder lightly said to Wu Yunbai.
Wu Yunbai cupped her hands and curiously looked at the large black wok. She was very curious about what the serpent-men tribe ate.
Living in the Illusory Spirit Swamp, food ingredients were not a problem. However, the serpent-men tribe's culinary skills were a big problem. After all, the serpent-men tribe was constantly fighting against the harsh environment. Naturally, they did not know as much about food as humans.
"Please enjoy your meal. This is the fish soup cooked by the number one chef of the serpent-people. The Illusory Spirit Swamp doesn't have much of anything but this kind of fat fish. You can find them in puddles everywhere. Don't underestimate them, they are a rare delicacy." The head elder said with a smile. Then, the serpent-men servants passed ceramic bowls to Wu Yunbai and the others.
Bu Fang also received a bowl of fish soup. As he held the warm soup with both hands, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face.
Fish soup? They actually cooked fish soup in front of him...
Of course, Bu Fang had cooked fish soup before. His Fish Head Tofu was highly praised by many customers. However, he had never tried the serpent-men tribe's fish soup before. Today, he could try it.
"This fish ingredient is actually a kind of spirit beast, but its grade is a little lower. Still, it's good that its grade is low. Many commoners are able to catch this spirit beast fish," the head elder sighed.
This fish could be considered as their staple food. Since it was impossible to farm in the swamp, this kind of fish often appeared on their dining table...
Wu Yunbai was also holding a bowl of fish soup. The soup was slightly white in color and not very clear. However, the aroma was not bad and it looked appetizing.
Many of the serpent-men around her were holding ceramic bowls and grinning from ear to ear. They had absolute confidence in this fish soup. This was a delicacy that they could cook! It was more than enough to subdue a human.
Wu Yunbai took a sip of the slightly hot fish soup. The rich fragrance entered her mouth and made her whole body feel energized.
"Not bad, it's delicious! It's even more delicious than the fish soup cooked by ordinary human chefs. It's fresh and fragrant, "Wu Yunbai earnestly praised. After that, she continued to drink a few more mouthfuls.
The surrounding serpent-men suddenly burst into laughter. To be able to subdue this human was also a happy thing for the serpent-men tribe.
Their favorite fish soup was recognized by someone. This was a type of happiness, even if the person was from a different race.
However, just as everyone was enjoying the fish soup and praising its delicacy, a voice full of disdain rang out: "Is this really fish soup? The fishy smell is not even completely removed, and the taste is so terrible. It's such a waste of such a good fish ingredient. "
As these words rang out, everyone was slightly stunned. Even the beautiful serpent-man who was cooking the fish soup was stunned.
Everyone looked over and saw the scene of Bu Fang spitting out the fish soup in his mouth with a face full of disdain...
The expression on Bu Fang's face was almost scrunched up together. The disdain on his face almost made the serpent-men doubt their lives … Was this fish soup really that terrible?
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