"Whoosh!"
At that moment, the formation that Lin Buzheng had made with his Martial Path True Qi was enshrouded in dense Spiritual Qi and dazzling light.
It emitted a dense and holy aura that completely enveloped the black wok that was several feet tall.
It gathered all the Spiritual Qi in the surroundings and refined the broth in the wok in a mysterious way.
However, as time passed, the broth in the black wok did not emit the fragrance of meat. Instead, it shone with an extremely bright seven-colored brilliance.
Although the colors were similar to that of a rainbow, it was like a seven-colored poisonous snake, giving off a coquettish and ominous feeling.
Obviously, when Lin Buzheng put the poison sacs of the poisonous toad, poisonous snake, poisonous centipede, and other poisonous insects into the meat soup, the pot of meat soup had become a poisonous soup through and through.
Even a peak-stage Spirit Path Almighty might die from the poison on the spot if they ate it.
"What, what exactly did I cook up …"
"That Immortal Stewing Book couldn't be fake, could it?"
Lin Buzheng pinched his nose and stood far away.
Looking at the broth in the black wok that was emitting black gas, he could not help but suspect that he had been tricked.
"Perhaps this is just a normal part of the Five Poison Meat Stew."
"As long as I put the seven poisonous herbs into the wok, the toxins in the broth will neutralize and disappear."
However, Lin Buzheng immediately calmed down and analyzed.
Then, he put the seven rare poisonous herbs, including the Strange Star Flower, Strange Bird Grass, and Ambergris Flower, into the broth one by one, and waited eagerly at the side, hoping that the broth would undergo an incredible change.
"This … is really a scam!"
Unfortunately, imagination was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
As Lin Buzheng saw, every time he put a poisonous herb into the wok, the broth's toxicity would increase, and the color of the broth would become more colorful.
After all the seven poisonous herbs were thrown in, the broth had become a pot of colorful unknown liquid.
It emitted an extremely thick black mist, and the smell was rancid and nauseating.
If there were martial artists who did not know what was going on, they would definitely think that Lin Buzheng was brewing some kind of poison soup and was going to poison martial artists he disliked to death.
"Damn it, can I still do it or not?"
Lin Buzheng was so angry that he started cursing and stomping his feet.
As a result, he accidentally inhaled a few more mouthfuls of the black mist. He immediately choked and almost peed his pants.
"Damn it, this guy is an unscrupulous businessman. The materials he sells to me aren't any good."
Lin Buzheng was furious.
He was certain that the Sky Immortal Stewing Technique was examined and accepted by the higher-ups of Bahuang Wanbao Pavilion, so there must be no problem.
The reason why he made a mistake when brewing the Five Poison Stewed Meat must be because that profiteering old man sold him the problematic poison sacs and poisonous plants.
Therefore, at this moment, Lin Buzheng cursed the white-bearded elder a hundred times in his heart.
"Huala …"
Another moment passed.
Under the refinement of the Zhen Qi formation, the multicolored brilliance of the meat soup completely faded away.
First, it became as black as ink, then it became as blue as the ocean, and finally, it became as red as blood.
The blood-red meat soup boiled under the Karmic Fire of the Red Lotus.
The steam it emitted was no longer black, but white, colorless and odorless.
It seemed that the venom contained in the pot of meat soup had neutralized each other and disappeared.
"This …"
"The poisonous plants in the meat soup really worked."
Lin Buzheng was surprised and overjoyed when he saw the change in the pot. He cautiously approached it, but his eyes were still filled with confusion when he looked at the meat soup.
"Strange, why is the meat soup so red? Could it be that the venom hasn't completely disappeared?"
Lin Buzheng murmured and continued to wait.
Gurgle, gurgle!
The Karmic Fire of the Red Lotus emitted a terrifying heat, causing the broth in the pot to boil.
After a long time, the bright red color of the meat soup still showed no signs of fading.
Obviously, if Lin Buzheng's guess was right, this should be the final state of the Five Poison Meat Stew.
According to the ancient book, the color of the Five Poison Meat Stew was different due to the temperature, the type of venom, the type of venom, and the nature of the surrounding Spirit Qi.
Therefore, Lin Buzheng couldn't tell if the meat soup was cooked successfully or not based on the color.
Fortunately, after stewing for a long time, the broth in the black pot finally emitted an extremely rich aroma.
The aroma assaulted his nose, making Lin Buzheng drool.
"I wonder if the venom in the meat soup has completely disappeared."
"If only Fatty Lin was here."
However, because Lin Buzheng couldn't be sure if the venom in the meat soup had completely disappeared, he didn't dare to eat it even though he smelled the aroma.
After all, this pot of meat soup was cooked with the venom of five kinds of high-grade venomous insects and seven kinds of supreme-grade venomous herbs. Any of the condiments was extremely poisonous and could kill a Middle-stage Spirit Dao or even a Late-stage Spirit Dao almighty.
If the venom hadn't completely disappeared, Lin Buzheng eating this pot of meat soup would be no different from suicide by taking poison. Lin Buzheng didn't want to die without knowing why.
"Haha!"
"Who's making meat stew here?"
"Smells good, smells good!"
At this moment, a burst of hearty laughter suddenly sounded in the valley like a clap of thunder.
Amidst the laughter, a figure stepped on the steep cliff as if he was walking on flat ground and entered the valley, striding toward Lin Buzheng.
His footsteps were rumbling, shaking heaven and earth.
In the blink of an eye, this person had already traversed a distance of several hundred meters and arrived in front of Lin Buzheng.
It was a middle-aged man with blond hair.
His sword-like eyebrows were vertical, and his face was as sharp as a knife.
He was tall and mighty, and his loose clothes fluttered in the mountain wind, outlining a muscular and strong body.
A pair of eyes emitted a dazzling light that was as bright as the sun, causing Lin Buzheng to involuntarily narrow his eyes. Only then could he barely meet this person's gaze.
"Hiss!"
"How did this person enter the valley?"
Lin Buzheng stood where he was, squinting as he watched the middle-aged man approaching him.
He used all his strength to resist the powerful aura of this person, his heart full of shock.
The valley where Lin Buzheng was in was a heaven-level guest room of Bahuang Wanbao Pavilion.
The entire valley was enveloped by a formless and formless defensive formation that possessed monstrous might.
The Defensive Formation used the underground spirit vein as its source of power, and it would never dry up. Its terrifying power was enough to kill an Earthly Venerable in an instant.
In fact, there was once a mid-stage Earthly Venerable who ignored the rules of Bahuang Wanbao Pavilion and barged into the heaven-level guest room. In the end, he was killed by the Defensive Formation protecting the heaven-level guest room.
However, such a powerful defensive formation couldn't stop the middle-aged man's footsteps.
He had barged into the guest room easily.
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