The Hundred Thousand Mountains was incomparably quiet at night. As he walked along the mountain path, he could feel the cold mountain breeze blowing past him. The deeper he walked, the colder it became.
As soon as he entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the atmosphere changed drastically.
The narrow path was covered with fallen leaves. Some of the leaves had rotted and emitted a unique smell. It was slightly sour and mellow like wine.
Amidst the silence, the melodious chirping of insects could be heard. The chirping of these insects rose and fell, forming a pleasant symphony.
Creak, creak.
Bu Fang stepped on the withered leaves that covered the ground. These leaves were like a layer of soft cotton. As he stepped on them, they sank slightly, giving him a different feeling.
The moonlight seemed to be covered by the dense foliage. These pine trees blotted out the sky. Because they were in the primitive Hundred Thousand Mountains, every ancient tree was extremely luxuriant.
The branches spread out like a demon brandishing its claws and fangs.
Anyone who walked in such an environment would feel their hair stand on end.
However, with Xiao Bai standing behind Bu Fang, he felt more at ease.
Patting Xiao Bai's stomach, Bu Fang seemed to have boosted his courage and continued walking.
Although the Hundred Thousand Mountains was terrifying, it was an indisputable fact that it was rich in natural resources.
After walking a few steps, Bu Fang's nose twitched slightly. He raised his eyebrows and his gaze fell on a small blade of grass on a small hill between two ancient trees.
It was a scarlet spirit grass and it emitted a pungent smell. It was like the smell of blood and it made one wrinkle their nose.
"Heart Blood Grass … This is a fifth grade spirit grass." Bu Fang's eyes lit up and he slowly walked in front of the spirit grass.
Although the Heart Blood Grass was scarlet, it was indeed beautiful. Its swaying body was like that of an enchanting beauty. There were spots on its body and it was extremely beautiful.
Sizzle …
Under its beauty, there was naturally a terrifying killing intent.
A small blood-red snake slowly crawled out from behind the hill. Its scarlet scales seemed to be shining brightly.
Its pitch-black tongue flicked out slightly, and its snake eyes stared at Bu Fang.
A Rank 5 Spirit Beast. Bu Fang was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly figured it out. After all, it was a Spirit Herb. Even if it was only a Rank 5 Spirit Herb, it was still a rare treasure. Naturally, it would be guarded by a Spirit Beast.
This was also the reason why the Hundred Thousand Mountains was so dangerous.
That was because it was filled with treasures. These treasures nurtured these spirit beasts, and these spirit beasts guarded these treasures.
The two complemented each other and survived together.
The little red snake stared at Bu Fang for a long time. Then, its pupils shrank. With a hiss, it shot toward Bu Fang like a bolt of lightning.
Anyone who dared to covet its treasures must die.
This little snake was ferocious and extremely fast. An ordinary sixth grade Battle-Emperor would find it extremely troublesome to deal with this blood-colored little snake.
However, Bu Fang was very calm.
He was a man who could be called a Battle-Saint.
A seventh grade Battle-Saint had its own strengths.
He didn't even bother to use his God of Cooking Set. He circulated his true energy, and as the little snake shot toward him, his arm quickly reached out to grab it. His palm turned into a claw, and he grabbed the vital spot of the little snake.
Judging from the color of the little snake, it was obvious that it was a venomous snake.
Bu Fang naturally had to be more careful.
True energy gushed out, and Bu Fang focused his eyes. He used a unique technique to break the vital spot of the little snake. The little snake's body trembled, and with a weak hiss, it fell limply into Bu Fang's hand.
As a chef, he naturally had his own techniques when handling these ingredients.
He pinched the snake's head and tail with both hands, curled the little snake into a ball, and casually threw it into the system's dimensional storage.
Without the interference of the guardian spirit beasts, Bu Fang easily plucked the spirit herb. A majestic spirit essence gushed out from the spirit herb, and Bu Fang was slightly surprised.
This Heart Blood Herb was not young, and its quality was very high.
It was not easy to walk in the forest at night, and Bu Fang didn't plan to go far. He wanted to find a place to rest and wait for daybreak.
However, in the process of finding a place to rest, Bu Fang also collected a lot of spirit herbs.
Although this place was considered to be in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it was not considered to be in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Therefore, seventh and eighth grade spirit herbs had yet to appear.
He piled up a pile of withered leaves and ignited them. Billowing smoke rose into the air and soared into the sky.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Bu Fang blankly stared at the bonfire.
Xiao Bai's chubby figure was also sitting in the distance. Its mechanical eyes flickered, and it would occasionally use its big hands to scratch its round head.
In the quiet forest, only the sounds of insects and beasts could be heard.
It was a little creepy.
Bu Fang was in a daze for a while. Then, feeling a little bored, he found a few withered branches and put them together. He took out a black iron wok from the system's dimensional storage.
This iron wok wasn't big, but it was more than enough for cooking.
On a long journey, especially in the mountains, an iron wok was a must. Because there were many delicacies in the mountains, Bu Fang naturally wouldn't forget to bring an iron wok.
When the spirit spring water in the wok started to boil, it emitted a hazy vapor. The vapor contained a little spirit energy, and it was incomparably fresh.
Bu Fang scooped up a spoonful, blew at the steam, and drank a mouthful. He felt a wave of warmth spread through his body.
Exhaling, a green smoke curled up from Bu Fang's hand, and the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared in his hand.
He took out the blood-colored snake that he had just killed from the system's dimensional storage.
The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife in Bu Fang's hand twirled, and he gently made a cut on the snake's abdomen. His fingers danced, and it was almost dazzling. His movements were skillful and fast, and he easily peeled off the snake's skin.
After dealing with the internal organs, Bu Fang used clean water to wash the snake's body.
This snake was extremely poisonous, so he naturally had to wash it clean. Although a snake's entire body was a treasure, Bu Fang didn't really care about it.
He didn't hold back the snake's gallbladder, and he only cared about the snake's meat.
Compared to the snake's gallbladder, which was a great tonic, he still felt that the delicious snake meat was more important.
Swish.
Bu Fang took out some Dragon Blood Rice and poured it into the boiling spirit spring water. The grains of Dragon Blood Rice were very bright, and in the spirit spring water, they were like sparkling gems.
While waiting for the Dragon Blood Rice to be cooked, Bu Fang began to process the snake meat.
He cut the snake meat into small pieces, and the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife kept chopping, turning the blood-colored snake meat into very fine pieces.
After chopping for a while, the snake meat was stuck to a wooden board that Bu Fang had prepared.
At this time, the Dragon Blood Rice in the wok began to boil, and a rich fragrance slowly spread out from the wok.
The essence energy of the Dragon Blood Rice was very rich. As the rice grains rolled, the rolling essence energy seemed to transform into a roaring little dragon, which hovered above the iron wok.
Holding the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, Bu Fang casually twirled it. He took the wooden board, and the minced snake meat on the board was cut into the wok.
The boiling spirit spring water instantly swallowed the snake meat. The snake meat rolled for a while, and directly sank to the bottom, as if it had been swallowed by the roaring little dragon.
One by one, the minced snake meat was cut into the wok. Soon, he finished processing all the snake meat.
The rich fragrance of the meat had already spread out from the wok. Along with the essence energy of the Dragon Blood Rice, there was actually a unique feeling.
Bu Fang's true energy rolled, and his palm covered the edge of the iron wok. He slightly narrowed his eyes, and he could feel the circulation of the spirit energy in the wok.
Under the influence of the Dragon Blood Rice and the boiling hot Spirit Spring Water, the snake meat began to change. The essence Qi and the essence Qi contained in the Dragon Blood Rice mixed together, turning into a unique fragrance.
This rich fragrance rolled out, and actually spread out in all directions. It was incomparably bright, and in this dark forest, it was actually as bright as a lamp.
Bu Fang felt a little satisfied. This was the beauty of cooking. Even in this vast forest, he could still taste delicious food.
Moreover, it could also make people feel a wave of warmth.
The fragrance lingered in the air, slowly drifting in the forest.
In the dark night, the forest ground let out a rustling sound. In the dark forest, greedy eyes flickered.
Low and deep beast roars slowly resounded.
One by one, spirit beasts gathered in the place Bu Fang had mentioned.
Such a rich fragrance, such a rich essence energy, they couldn't resist it at all.
Bu Fang retracted his palm from the edge of the wok. He gently exhaled, and his heart was a little excited. Finally, he finished cooking.
The self-made Snakeballs Dragon Blood Porridge should taste good.
Bu Fang was full of confidence in his cooking skills.
He took out a blue and white porcelain bowl from the system dimensional bag.
Every time he went out, the system dimensional bag would be filled with things. To him, every trip was a culinary journey. Since it was a culinary journey, naturally, he couldn't do without all kinds of tools.
Pots, bowls, ladles, everything was there.
Scooping a bowl of bright red Snakeballs Dragon Blood Porridge, Bu Fang's nose moved in front of the porcelain bowl, and he deeply inhaled. Instantly, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
Bu Fang scooped up a spoonful of bright red porridge with a blue and white porcelain spoon. There were a few tender snakeballs on top of the porridge. The snakeballs were boiling hot, and steam spread out from them. They were quite cute.
Just when Bu Fang was about to pour the porridge into his mouth, Bu Fang's movements suddenly stopped. He heard a low and deep beast roar coming from the surroundings.
Why was there a beast roar?
Bu Fang was slightly taken aback. Ahhh...
After pouring the Snakeballs Dragon Blood Porridge into his mouth, he picked up the porcelain bowl, stood up, and looked around in puzzlement.
The moment he stood up, a rustling sound came from the surrounding bushes.
Shadows of beasts slowly walked out from the darkness, and their ice-cold and greedy eyes stared at Bu Fang.
The terror of the Hundred Thousand Mountains was finally revealed to Bu Fang.
This was a pack of spirit beasts, a pack of fearsome killers in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
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