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The mountain wind blew past, whistling loudly, bringing with it waves of coolness.
The green grass swayed with the wind like waves. The red-spotted leopard remained motionless. Chen Zong seemed to have turned into a statue. Only his hair and clothes fluttered in the wind.
Breath after breath passed. Chen Zong became calmer and calmer. He entered an indescribable state. It was as if he and the red-spotted leopard were the only things left in the world. Everything else had disappeared.
The red-spotted leopard's figure seemed to be magnified in front of Chen Zong's eyes.
It was the first time Chen Zong faced a beast. Even if it was equivalent to a Level 4 Qi and Blood Realm beast, he did not dare to underestimate it. This was not a spar, but a battle of life and death. The slightest carelessness would lead to death.
The red-spotted leopard moved. As if it had turned into a bolt of lightning, it flew a few meters. It raised its sharp claws and tore through the air. With ferocity, it clawed at Chen Zong.
It felt danger and temptation from the human in front of it. The temptation of Qi and Blood. If it ate the human, it would definitely become more powerful.
Its sharp claws glinted with a cold light. It was as if a meteor from outer space was about to pierce through Chen Zong's eyes. The terrifying chill caused his Qi and Blood to slow down.
"So fast!" Chen Zong was surprised. This speed was faster than any of the Level 4 Qi and Blood Realm beasts he had fought.
Using the Fierce Tiger Skill, the aura of a fierce tiger suddenly burst out from his body. At the same time, a tiger's roar seemed to ring out. The red-spotted leopard was slightly shocked and thought that the human in front of it had turned into a tiger-type beast.
With the activation of the Level 5 Qi and Blood Realm, Chen Zong's arm strength immediately increased by two thousand catties, reaching a shocking three thousand catties.
Not only was his strength increased, but his speed was also increased.
His right hand instantly grasped the hilt of his sword and unsheathed it. It flashed across the sky like a bolt of lightning.
Sword-drawing Style!
The sword was like a crescent moon across the sky. It was so fast that it cut through the air in front of it. The speed of the sword was much faster than the red-spotted leopard. Moreover, the timing was perfect.
The precious iron sword once again proved its sharpness.
Chen Zong felt as if his sword had cut through something, and a strange sound was heard. In front of him, there was a splash of blood, and a figure fell.
With a bang, dust flew into the air.
Blood dripped from the sword. With a gentle shake, all the blood on the sword was shaken off. Chen Zong's gaze fell on the red-spotted leopard in front of him.
There was a huge gash on its neck, almost completely cut off. Even with such a serious injury, the Red-Spotted Leopard was not completely dead. Its body was still twitching and struggling, as if it wanted to get up.
"What an amazing vitality," Chen Zong couldn't help but exclaim. A surge of excitement welled up from the depths of his heart.
Under the wound of the red-spotted leopard, there was a pool of scarlet red, and the stench was extremely pungent. Not far away, there were drops of scarlet blood dripping onto the sandy ground like a curtain of beads.
He looked at the corpse of the Red-Spotted Leopard and then looked at the sword in his hand. Not only did he not feel uncomfortable, he even had a feeling that the sword in his hand had only just been sharpened.
"At first, I thought that after the sword was sharpened, it would be sharpened. Now I know that's not true sharpening." Muttering to himself, Chen Zong looked a little absent-minded. "Only when blood is seen is the true sharpening."
"The sword itself is a weapon of slaughter. It's sharp, straight, and tough. A sword that doesn't see blood is just a decoration no matter how good it is."
Suddenly enlightened, Chen Zong felt as if he had grasped something, but at the same time, he felt as if he had grasped nothing.
"No rush, no rush. Since this feeling has already appeared, I'll grasp it sooner or later."
He said to himself. He grabbed the hind leg of the Red-Spotted Leopard, which weighed at least a few hundred kilograms, and carried it back to the small courtyard of the stronghold.
"Brother Chen Zhong, we have monster meat to eat today," Chen Zong said with a smile.
"What a big leopard. This is … a red-spotted leopard, right? It was killed in one strike. Brother, you have good sword skills." Hearing this, Chen Zhong came out. His eyes fell on the carcass of the Red-Spotted Leopard, and he was shocked. Then, he exclaimed, "It seems that Brother's strength is enough to defeat most Qi and Blood Realm Level Four martial artists."
Chen Zhong did not know that Chen Zong's current cultivation was already at Qi and Blood Realm Level Five.
The two of them began to divide the work. They fetched clean water from the nearby stream, skinned, cleaned, and removed the useless parts. They separated the bones and flesh and set up two large cast iron pots. Then, they opened the skin and dried it under the sun. The meat was chopped into pieces and thrown into a large cast iron pot. They added some dried herbs that were less than ten years old and stewed them over a large fire.
The bones were thrown into another large iron pot. They added an appropriate amount of water and prepared to boil them into bone glue.
A martial artist's flesh was a great supplement to a monster. Conversely, a monster's flesh was also a great supplement to a martial artist. The best way to eat it was to eat it raw. However, neither Chen Zong nor Chen Zhong had such a habit. It was better to stew it for its taste.
They stewed it for two hours before a strong fragrance wafted out. However, it was still not enough. They changed the fire to medium and stewed it for another two hours. After that, they changed the fire to low and stewed it for an hour.
Other than adjusting the fire, the two of them cultivated separately.
"It smells so good. What are you cooking?" Chen Waixiu walked over and asked while sniffing.
"It's none of your business," Chen Zhong said coldly.
"Oh, that's … the skin of a Red-Spotted Leopard. Is there Red-Spotted Leopard meat in the pot?" Chen Waixiu's eyes lit up.
Naturally, they could eat monster meat in the clan hall. However, it took some time to send it from the mountain to the clan hall, so it was inevitable that the freshness would decrease. Moreover, the quantity was limited.
"Scram, scram, scram," Chen Zhong hated Chen Waixiu and immediately chased him away. Chen Zong did not have a good impression of this person either.
"I say, the two of you are too boring. A Red-Spotted Leopard is so big that the two of you can't finish it. Moreover, as fellow clansmen, shouldn't you share some with me?" Chen Waixiu was very thick-skinned. He quickly approached the Cast Iron Pot and was about to lift the lid when a sharp cold light bloomed in front of him. The cold light made his whole body numb and he quickly retreated.
"Chen Zong … What do you mean by this? Are you going to kill me just because of some monster meat …" Chen Waixiu said sternly.
"What a disgrace," Chen Zhong said disdainfully. "If you want to eat monster meat, go hunt it yourself."
"It's just some monster meat. I don't care if you give it to me." Chen Waixiu flew into a rage out of humiliation. He pretended to turn around and suddenly kicked out a stone. It flew like a meteor toward the Cast Iron Pot, intending to overturn it.
Since he couldn't eat it, he would make it so that they couldn't eat it either.
"You …" Chen Zhong did not have time to react.
The sword flashed and the stone was shattered into fine particles. Some of them were reflected toward Chen Waixiu and hit his body, causing him great pain.
"Chen Waixiu, you're asking for a beating." Chen Zhong was furious. He rushed over and punched Chen Waixiu. Chen Waixiu ran away.
"It's just a monster. I can hunt it too." Chen Waixiu shouted as he ran.
"What a lowly person," Chen Zhong did not chase after him but said disdainfully.
"Ignore him. The stew is almost done. Let's eat, brother." Chen Zong smiled and did not take Chen Waixiu seriously.
When the lid was lifted, an indescribable fragrance wafted into their nostrils, making them drool.
There was almost no oil in the soup. Large pieces of monster meat floated up and down, which was very tempting. As for the other Cast Iron Pot, it was still simmering to extract all the essence from the bones and solidify it into glue.
The two of them began to eat.
After kicking away the unwanted parts and bones, there was more than 50 kilograms of meat left. It was enough for the two of them to eat for two or three days.
Next, the two of them took turns patrolling the area.
Chen Zong's footprints were getting farther and farther away, and the probability of encountering demonic beasts was also getting higher and higher. After the first battle where he had seen blood, the second time he encountered a demonic beast, even if it was a mid-grade Lv 1 demonic beast, Chen Zong did not feel the slightest bit nervous. He was able to display his full strength and fight with it.
However, a mid-grade Level 1 monster was equivalent to a Level 5 Qi and Blood realm martial artist. It was much stronger than a regular Level 5 Qi and Blood realm martial artist. During the first battle, Chen Zong had to use all his strength to kill it. He also suffered some injuries, mainly because he did not have enough experience in fighting monsters to the death.
As the number of battles with monsters increased, Chen Zong felt that the sword in his hand was getting sharper.
He knew very well that it was just a feeling. The sword was still the same as before. What had changed was his mentality and willpower.
It had already been a month since Chen Zong had arrived at this place. During this time, Chen Zong had killed eight low-grade Class 1 demonic beasts and three mid-grade Class 1 demonic beasts. He was no longer the rookie he once was.
"I feel like I'm about to grasp the essence of the Eighth Style of the True Sword," Chen Zong said as he walked out to continue patrolling.
Fighting with demonic beasts time and time again had allowed him to grow in every aspect.
Even deeper.
Suddenly, Chen Zong was locked on by a terrifying aura. He felt chills all over his body.
"What a terrifying aura."
"This aura is definitely stronger than a mid-grade Level 1 monster. Could it be an upper-grade Level 1 monster?"
If it was an upper-grade Level 1 monster, then he did not know whether he was lucky or unlucky.
The stronger monsters near the mineral vein were either killed or driven away. Most of them were low-grade Level 1 monsters. Sometimes, he would encounter mid-grade Level 1 monsters. As for upper-grade Level 1 monsters, there were very few of them.
A sound that made one's scalp tingle came, as if it came from the depths of the throat. It was like a rolling thunder, rushing into Chen Zong's ears.
Chen Zong's eyes narrowed as he stared in the direction of the voice. He saw a figure slowly walking out from behind a huge tree that would take two people to wrap their arms around it.
It did not look very tall. Excluding the tail, it was about 1.8 meters long and less than one meter tall. Its whole body was blue, and its hair was soft and smooth, fluttering in the wind. It looked very strong and vigorous.
Its green eyes seemed to be shining, cold, cruel, and cunning. Being stared at, Chen Zong instinctively felt uncomfortable. Its fangs were shining with cold light, which was very scary.
Its back was slightly arched, like the protrusion of its spine, as if it was made of steel.
It was a wolf, a big blue wolf.
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