In the pitch-black and gloomy Hundred Thousand Mountains.
A series of rustling sounds rang out, and one spiritual wolf after another slowly emerged from the thicket.
The eyes of these spirit wolves were green and filled with greed and killing intent as they stared at Bu Fang in the distance.
Withered leaves were piled up and the raging flames were still rising. The snake meat porridge in the pot was still steaming and the rich aroma of the meat and Dragon Blood Rice wafted out.
Bu Fang held the blue and white porcelain spoon in one hand and the porcelain bowl of Snakeball Dragon Blood Porridge in the other. He stood there in a daze as he looked at the group of spirit wolves that were slowly encircling him.
The spiritual beast, the Green Wolf, was around the fifth rank. A pack of Green Wolves was simply a nightmare for the people of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
A single wolf wasn't scary, but a pack of them would become the most terrifying nightmare in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The reason why a pack of wolves was terrifying wasn't their numbers, but their order. They were like a well-trained army that knew how to force their prey into a difficult situation. They knew how to torture their prey's spirit and make them exhausted. In the end, the prey would become their food.
A pack of starving wolves. Even if they encountered a Rank 7 Spirit Beast, they would choose to surround and kill it.
This was the reason why people didn't want to encounter a pack of spirit beasts in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Bu Fang was also amazed. He held the blue and white porcelain bowl and scooped a spoonful of Snakeball Dragon Blood Porridge for himself. This porridge was cooked to perfection. The tender snake meat was incomparably delicious and full of elasticity. The moment it entered his mouth, it felt as though it was bouncing in his mouth.
The aroma was especially strong. Although there wasn't much snake meat, it was still the essence of the snake meat. After it was cooked, it was like a mobile fragrance spraying machine that constantly emitted a rich fragrance.
The fragrant aroma greatly increased Bu Fang's appetite.
Therefore, even as he swept his gaze over the spirit wolves, he still scooped the Snakeball Dragon Blood Porridge into his mouth.
The pack of wolves stared at him and their noses continuously sniffed the rich fragrance in the air. Droplets of stinky saliva dripped from their mouths, which were filled with sharp teeth, and dripped onto the ground.
In their eyes, Bu Fang was their food, and so was the Snakeball Dragon Blood Porridge.
"Hmm … why did so many ingredients suddenly appear? I wonder how wolf meat tastes like?"
Contrary to the wolves' expectations, Bu Fang's face did not reveal the slightest trace of fear or worry. Instead, it was filled with excitement. The way he looked at the wolves and the way they looked at him … was not much different.
It was the gaze of a prey looking at its food.
Even Cang Lang was a little surprised by his gaze.
Suddenly, a melodious wolf howl resounded. Then, the gray wolves all raised their heads and howled in the distance. These howls rose and fell like a melodious tune.
However, Bu Fang knew that this was the signal that the wolves were about to launch an attack. It was also the howl that the wolves used to destroy the enemy's will to resist.
Bu Fang listened to the howl and scooped another spoonful of porridge into his mouth. He smacked his lips and clicked his tongue.
Roar!
The fearless look on Bu Fang's face enraged the wolves. One of the wolves roared and slammed its paw on the ground. Then, it pounced toward Bu Fang as fast as the wind.
This seemed to be the rhythm of an attack. One after another, the wolves launched their attacks, pouncing toward Bu Fang.
This was an extremely shocking scene. If a timid person saw this scene, he would be so frightened that he would fall on his butt.
This group of wolves pounced over in an orderly manner. They did not immediately pounce on Bu Fang. Instead, they formed a large circle around Bu Fang, trapping him within. It seemed like they were destroying Bu Fang's will and nibbling away at him step by step.
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Bu Fang put down the bowl and spoon in his hand. His gaze fell on the wolves around him, and his eyes gradually became serious.
Green smoke curled up and a dragon's roar resounded. A pitch-black kitchen knife appeared in his hand.
With the Golden Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife in his hand, Bu Fang was fearless. Wherever the knife pointed, it would become an ingredient.
This group of wolves … were merely ingredients in his hand.
However, just when Bu Fang was about to show off his skills and harvest the ingredients …
A whistling sound burst out from the depths of the great river.
That was the sound of arrows piercing through the air. One after another, the arrows tore through the air, bursting with the radiance of true energy. They shot toward the group of wolves and quickly pierced through the body of a wolf, ruthlessly nailing it to the ground.
The wolf howled in pain and powerlessly fell to the ground, blood gushing out.
The smell of blood seemed to have stimulated the tyrannical mentality of this group of wolves. Their oily green eyes suddenly became scarlet, and the gaze that stared at Bu Fang became even more ferocious.
Roar!
This group of wolves couldn't find their target, so they once again turned their murderous intent toward Bu Fang. They no longer surrounded Bu Fang and directly pounced toward him.
The sound of bowstrings being pulled rang out once again. Another radiant arrow was shot out from the darkness.
The person who shot these arrows had excellent archery skills. Every arrow hit a wolf, causing blood to flow on the ground.
Bu Fang suspiciously looked toward the gloomy forest. He seemed to be a little puzzled as to why there would be arrows. Swish!
Swish!
A series of leaping sounds rang out. Then, three figures appeared on the huge branches of a distant tree.
These three figures were all holding onto bowstrings, and their target was Bu Fang. Their auras were very powerful, and as they rose and fell, there seemed to be a strange sense of heaviness.
These people were all wearing the same long robes, and on their robes, there was a pattern of a small tower.
The three of them, two men and one woman, stood on the branches of a tree and looked down at Bu Fang.
Their gazes were somewhat strange. This was the first time they saw someone so fearless as to dare to walk alone in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Was this person courting death?
Roar! With a bestial roar, a wolf howled and charged toward Bu Fang, who seemed to be in a daze. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it opened its hideous mouth.
"This beast … is courting death!"
The eyebrows of the cold-looking man standing on the tree suddenly furrowed. He coldly shouted and pulled the bowstring in his hand. A glowing arrow whizzed out and flew toward the wolf that was pouncing toward Bu Fang. In an instant, it pierced through the wolf.
The wolf was ruthlessly nailed to the ground, and its low howls reverberated in Bu Fang's ears.
Bu Fang indifferently looked at the wolf, then raised his head and looked at the people standing proudly on the tree. He slightly furrowed his brows.
What? Were these people here to steal the ingredients?
The other wolves retreated with a rough howl. The forest, which was originally filled with an austere atmosphere, once again became cold and cheerless.
A few figures landed on the ground with a swoosh and walked toward Bu Fang's position.
"Are you from the village outside the mountains? How dare you come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains alone? Is this a place where people like you can come? "
The serious-looking man frowned and coldly scolded Bu Fang.
The remaining man and woman also looked at him with a smile that was not a smile.
"Aren't you here to steal the ingredients?" Bu Fang was stunned for a moment, then he asked in puzzlement.
Ingredients? What ingredients …
The three of them looked at each other in puzzlement. Then, they looked at the corpses of the wolves lying on the ground and raised their brows …
"Are you talking about these wolves? Hehe … We are here to save you! "
The woman, who wore a robe with a small pagoda painted on it, looked at Bu Fang with a somewhat ridiculous expression. Ingredients? Stealing ingredients with a mortal like you? Let's not talk about their identities. Just based on the fact that this wolf meat tasted so bad, who would be so bored as to steal it from you?
Seeing how you were so frightened by the pack of wolves that you couldn't even move, who was the one who was the ingredient?
"Oh … Thank you for your help. Leave these wolves to me." Bu Fang nodded his head. Since they weren't here to steal his ingredients, then everything was negotiable.
With a twirl of the kitchen knife in his hand, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated. Thereafter, he calmly picked up the corpse of the wolf on the ground and walked toward the bonfire while dragging it along.
The woman was furious … How could this guy not know what's good for him? We saved him, didn't we?
"Senior Sister … Don't you think that the thing in the wok smells good?"
One of the three people, who looked like a young man, twitched his nose and stared at the Snakeball Dragon Blood Congee that was boiling over the bonfire in the distance.
When the woman heard what the young man said, she subconsciously twitched her nose and her eyes slightly widened.
"Indeed … It smells quite good."
"Senior Sister, let's go and eat. Since we saved him, let's treat it as a token of our gratitude." The young man wiped his saliva and walked toward Bu Fang with a smile.
The woman felt somewhat helpless. Her junior brother was a glutton.
The three of them sat in front of Bu Fang and surrounded the bonfire. They seemed very familiar with each other.
Bu Fang looked at the three of them with a strange expression. What was the meaning of this? Didn't they say that they wouldn't steal ingredients?
"Brat, do you know how dangerous the Hundred Thousand Mountains is? You should leave at daybreak. This is not a place you can come to," the serious-looking young man said to Bu Fang.
"Wah! Senior Brother! This … This congee is really delicious! "
Before the serious-looking young man could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the gluttonous young man. The latter furrowed his brows and looked over. He saw the gluttonous young man holding a spoon and eating heartily. As he ate, he exclaimed in surprise.
"What a scandal! Ye Pang, behave yourself. Don't embarrass the Clear Sky Pagoda! "the serious-looking young man said in displeasure.
The young man's expression stiffened and he awkwardly sat down.
The three of them stayed beside Bu Fang for a while and felt somewhat bored. Suddenly, the serious-looking young man's expression changed. He took out a glowing jade pendant and stood up.
"The elder has summoned us. Let's hurry over."
The serious-looking young man furrowed his brows and looked at Bu Fang. He said, "Brat, leave as soon as possible. Cherish your life."
"Hmph …" The woman coldly snorted and turned around to leave.
"Are you a chef? This congee tastes really good. Listen to my senior brother and leave early tomorrow morning. Otherwise, if you die, it would be a pity for your cooking skills. " The young man laughed and said to Bu Fang. Without waiting for Bu Fang's reply, he followed the other two and left.
Bu Fang was speechless as he watched the three of them leave.
Then, he turned his head around and the Golden Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared in his hand once again. With a swing of the knife, he easily peeled off the wolf's skin. That skill … If the three people from before saw it, they would definitely be shocked.
That was the skin of a fifth grade wolf. To be able to peel it off so easily … it wasn't just a matter of cooking skills. His cultivation was definitely extraordinary.
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