Just as the woman from the Clear Sky Pagoda had thought, the taste of the Gray Wolf's meat was really terrible, and it wasn't delicious at all.
After Bu Fang completely peeled off the wolf's skin and touched the wolf's meat, he could roughly guess the taste of the wolf's meat. Because the Gray Wolf's meat was well-developed and its entire body was filled with muscle fibers, it was extremely hard. Therefore, the taste was terrible.
Even though the meat contained a dense amount of spirit energy, it couldn't change the fact that it was hard to swallow.
Naturally, Bu Fang furrowed his brows when he saw this kind of ingredient. However, it was an ingredient from a fifth grade spirit beast after all. Wasting it just like that was not in line with Bu Fang's identity as a chef.
Waving his kitchen knife, he cut the wolf's meat into pieces. Then, Bu Fang used a wooden stick to pierce through the pieces of wolf's meat and roasted them above the bonfire.
During the roasting process, Bu Fang would occasionally use spirit energy to adjust the meat.
The boiling Snakeball Dragon Blood Congee in the wok was almost finished, and Bu Fang didn't continue eating it. He had already tasted it, and the taste was about the same.
After cleaning the wok and putting it away, Bu Fang started to process the wolf's meat with all his attention.
Before the stench of blood in the surroundings could disperse, the roars of beasts rang out unknowingly, giving people a feeling of numbness on their skin.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle …
The wolf's meat was quickly cooked. Although the wolf's meat was made up of muscle fibers, it turned golden after being roasted. Drops of oil dripped down from the roasted meat and into the bonfire, causing the flames to burn even more vigorously.
Bu Fang took out seasoning from the system's storage space and continuously sprinkled it on the meat.
Although the ingredient wasn't great, Bu Fang still tried his best to cook the Gray Wolf's meat into a delicious dish.
From the gradually rising fragrance of the meat, one could tell that the wolf's meat, which was supposed to be hard to swallow, was actually bursting out with a tempting aroma that made people swallow their saliva.
As the fragrance of the meat filled the air, the spirit beasts, who were originally tempted by the smell of blood, started to riot.
Just as the spirit beasts were about to pounce at Bu Fang, an intense explosion was heard from afar.
The sound made the spirit beasts seem to have sensed something. They raised their heads in alarm, turned around, and left. In just a short while, all of them had disappeared.
Bu Fang also looked in the direction of the explosion with a puzzled expression. He grabbed the golden and fragrant wolf meat and stood up.
With a wave of his true energy, he swatted down his palm and extinguished the fire. Bu Fang grabbed the grilled wolf meat and slowly walked toward the location of the explosion.
He had come to the Hundred Thousand Mountains in search of the fire seed of the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames. Could this explosion be related to the fire seed?
Bu Fang thought to himself as he calmly walked toward the location with the fragrant grilled wolf meat in his hand.
Xiao Bai's mechanical eyes flickered, and it nimbly followed behind Bu Fang.
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"Haha … someone from the Clear Sky Pagoda?"
A disdainful voice resounded and lingered in the sunken valley.
The valley was gloomy and full of vegetation. On top of a towering tree, a gray-haired youth crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the figures below.
These people were all wearing white robes with a small pagoda pattern embroidered on them.
Without a doubt, this group of people were the experts of the Clear Sky Pagoda.
The Hundred Thousand Mountains was the home ground of the Clear Sky Pagoda.
"You madman, you actually dared to wantonly kill the disciples of my Clear Sky Pagoda! Obediently surrender! "
An old man stared coldly at the gray-haired youth and shouted. His eyes were filled with anger. The disciples of the Clear Sky Pagoda around him were also filled with righteous indignation.
"I'm so scared … The Clear Sky Pagoda is really powerful! It actually dares to be so unreasonable. "The gray-haired youth sneered.
"I was the one who saw the eighth grade Lion Head Demonic Potato first. Your Clear Sky Pagoda's disciples wanted to snatch it from me. Who else can they blame for dying because their skills were inferior?"
The elder of the Clear Sky Pagoda coldly snorted. His gaze fell on a jade-green plant in the distance. The plant's leaves were lush and lush and spirit energy circulated around it. Although it didn't seem special, the elder was startled because it was the eighth grade Lion Head Demonic Potato.
An eighth grade spirit herb was naturally incomparably valuable.
"However, this isn't a reason for you to kill the disciples of my Clear Sky Pagoda." The elder took a deep breath and looked at the gray-haired youth. His eyes narrowed and the disciples of the Clear Sky Pagoda around him raised the longbows in their hands. The bowstrings were taut and they aimed at the gray-haired youth.
The gray-haired youth twisted his neck and cracked a smile. However, the coldness in his eyes became even colder.
"A small power in the training ground is actually so arrogant. As expected, unruly people are born in barren mountains and unruly rivers … Since you are courting death, then go and die." The gray-haired youth laughed and the killing intent in his eyes surged.
Buzz …
A wave of fluctuation exploded.
The elder of the Clear Sky Pagoda bellowed angrily. "Release!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
One after another, rays of True Energy shot towards the gray-haired man on the tree like a meteor shower. Every single arrow was extremely fast, whistling through the air as it tore through the air.
The disciples of the Clear Sky Pagoda were all proficient in archery. With so many arrows raining down, it was almost impossible for the enemy to dodge.
Among the disciples of the Clear Sky Pagoda, the strongest were at the seventh grade and the weakest were at the fifth grade. With so many arrows raining down, even an eighth grade War-God would have to think twice before facing them.
However, the gray-haired youth only sneered and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain. The light in his hand vibrated and a ball of scarlet flame ignited in his hand. The flame burned fiercely and with a wave of his hand, it formed a wall of fire in front of the gray-haired youth.
The arrows rained down on the wall of fire, causing sparks to fly in all directions. However, they were unable to break through the wall of fire.
"Is this a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame?!" The elder of the Clear Sky Pagoda sucked in a breath of air and frowned.
No … it couldn't be a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame. Although the power of this flame was not bad, it was still inferior to a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame.
"Could it be that your goal is also the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames of the Hundred Thousand Mountains?!"
Possessing such a peculiar flame and possessing such a powerful cultivation, appearing in the Hundred Thousand Mountains … was definitely for the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames, which was about to erupt.
"Old man, you are quite observant. It is really a stroke of luck for a treasure like the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames to appear in the Southern Region. I naturally wanted to try my luck," the gray-haired youth said calmly.
The elder from the Clear Sky Pagoda still wanted to say something, but his eyes narrowed. That was because he discovered that the wall of fire that filled the sky had suddenly changed. It had actually turned into a roaring bird. It spread its wings and soared over, bringing with it a terrifying might.
Several disciples of the Clear Sky Pagoda who bore the brunt of the attack were directly burned to ashes by the blazing bird's flames.
The gray-haired youth was an eighth grade War-God. With the addition of the peculiar flame, his battle prowess was incomparably valiant. Even the elder of the Clear Sky Pagoda was defeated and spat out blood.
Several disciples of the Clear Sky Pagoda were burned to death in this battle. In the end, they relied on the formation formed by the crowd to defend against the gray-haired youth's attack.
However, it was obvious that the gray-haired youth didn't use his full strength. He only urged the flames to slow down the group of Clear Sky Pagoda warriors.
His gaze was fixed on the Lion Head Demonic Potato.
He landed on the ground and slowly walked toward the swaying dark green spirit herb. A rich fragrance filled the air and he couldn't help but take in a deep breath.
The reason why the Lion Head Demonic Potato was called the Lion Head Demonic Potato was because there was a Demonic Potato with the head of a lion growing under its dark green leaves.
The youth grabbed the leaf and exerted his strength to pull it out. Along with a roar of a lion, a surging spirit energy filled the air. Soon after, the entire area seemed to be illuminated.
Below the leaf, a lifelike golden lion's head appeared. The lion opened its mouth and roared.
The youth looked at the Lion Head Demonic Potato with satisfaction and excitement appeared on his face.
"This Lion Head Demonic Potato is an extremely delicious ingredient … It seems like I'm in luck this time."
The gray-haired youth grinned and moved his nose to the lion's head. His face was filled with enjoyment as he sniffed.
All of a sudden, his eyes focused and he looked into the distance. He coldly shouted, "Who's there? Come out! "
The people of the Clear Sky Pagoda, who were bitterly resisting the mysterious blazing bird of the gray-haired youth, were overjoyed when they heard the shout of the gray-haired youth. Could it be that the reinforcements of the Clear Sky Pagoda had arrived?
They excitedly walked toward the location where the rustling sound came from.
Soon after, the joy in their eyes disappeared. This was because the person who appeared in front of them wasn't the reinforcements of the Clear Sky Pagoda.
Instead, it was an unfamiliar and skinny figure. It was a youth who was holding a skewer of golden roasted meat.
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