Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 687 - 671: Immortal Chef’s Techniques
"Is it... over?"
Xie Chenyuan twitched his mouth, thinking to himself that it’s no wonder Brother Bai refused to hire Mr. Jiang as outside assistance. With the speed at which he solves problems, what would be left for them to do in the Underground Palace?
They’d end up looking like useless fools, unable to even grab any spoils of war.
Bai Yunqi was already used to this. Cultivators’ realms could be elevated without needing to undergo Thunder Tribulation, so wasn’t such a small matter easy enough? While shaking fruits from the cherry tree every day, he had witnessed the extraordinary methods used by the Venerable Family to collect items.
Thinking about how he inexplicably became a peak Demon Pill Realm, he was slowly accepting it, even as a bunch of questions popped up. Was this the legendary "One becomes an Immortal, and even their chickens and dogs ascend"? How exactly was it done?
Back in their small courtyard, he was still absent-minded, unable to figure it out.
Jiang Yuan tossed the largest living corpse of the Flood Dragon into the slaughterhouse, and the system interface popped up, asking whether to preserve the horns, claws, and dragon scales. He chose to preserve them and clicked to consume 1000 Spirit Stones to instantly accelerate the decomposition.
Thus, they obtained Flood Dragon horns, claws, scales, blood, meat, bones, and several raw materials for making advanced fertilizers. The first three could not be used by the Treasure Forging Workshop; blood, meat, and bones could be processed into food at the stove.
"Daoist Leng, see if these can be of any use?" He put the parts he had taken apart in the courtyard, and layers of armor-like dragon scales piled up into a small mountain, exuding an aura of pressure.
What was waste to him might be rare refining materials for an artifact refiner.
"Huh? Oh, oh! These, these are treasures for artifact refining! Mr. Jiang, could you sell them to me?" Leng Yutang ran over excitedly upon hearing this. Seeing the horns, claws, and scales filled with the remaining pressure of the Flood Dragon, he trembled with excitement.
He had once dreamed of obtaining a few dragon scales to explore the lost art of magical treasure forging, but didn’t expect Mr. Jiang to provide so much. His only concern now was whether he could offer the price Mr. Jiang wanted.
Seeing this, Jiang Yuan laughed, "Selling? Just discuss with Qing Niao about what kind of axe she wants and make it for her from these; the rest can be your payment."
The massive pie that fell from the sky made Leng Yutang’s head buzz, and after thanking him repeatedly, he looked at the little girl. Surprised, he saw she liked using axes? And wanted one made from Flood Dragon scales.
The contrast was a bit too much, wasn’t it?
"Qing Niao, have you ever eaten dragon meat?" Hu Zhile asked casually, seeing the massive pile of scales and imagining how gigantic and terrifying the living corpse the seniors fought must have been.
"Of course, I have!" The little girl responded with a laugh, then realized it was inappropriate, and awkwardly laughed while adding, "Er... it was given by my elders at home. It’s said to be a dragon that fell from the sky. Some said it was a Flood Dragon that failed the last step of Tribulation Crossing to Ascension, not a True Dragon. Who knows, but I remember it tasted really good, really delicious!"
Yun Mo looked up at the sky, "Do dragons really fall from the sky? I’ve never heard of that before."
Recalling the delicious taste of dragon meat in her memory, Qing Niao also looked at the sky as the sun set, thinking that was all in her past life ages ago in an Otherworld, where a dragon fell. In today’s End of Dharma Era with such deficient Spiritual Energy, it’s unlikely a True Dragon would ever appear.
Overhearing their quiet discussion, Bai Yunqi glanced at Qing Niao, suddenly realizing right! She definitely wasn’t some cute little girl, and Brother Xie had once hinted that her background might be as significant as the Venerable Family, which is why they formed a sibling relationship, probably knowing each other before.
She wasn’t surprised at all by the Venerable Family helping to promote someone’s realm. She had just said something earlier—"How could a little white snake like you fathom his methods?"
Bai Yunqi suddenly realized!
Still too inexperienced, he had been overthinking. Always thought that because he lived long enough, stood high enough, and saw enough, he carried some arrogance, believing what he hadn’t heard or seen couldn’t exist.
Before entering this circle, seeing the Venerable Family was like a frog in the well gazing at the moon above; after entering, it was like a mayfly seeing the vast sky.
In an instant, all confusion and doubts transformed into respect. He suddenly had a feeling beyond words. Ling Di would sigh in relief if they knew he understood things here!
Ignoring the prompts of his contract pets hurriedly raising goodwill, Jiang Yuan focused on tonight’s menu.
He’d heard that dragon liver and phoenix marrow were the Immortals’ delicacies. Now with Flood Dragon liver, he had to try stir-frying Flood Dragon liver for a taste, and maybe try braising Flood Dragon meat...
"What does dragon meat taste like? Did you eat it raw back then?" Yun Mo asked curiously, "They say Immortals eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow and drink jade liquid and jade dew; it must be delicious, right?"
Qing Niao nodded enthusiastically and gestured with her hand, "At the time, I got just a tiny bit. The dragon meat was snow-white and translucent, like fine white jade, exuding a faint aroma. When swallowed, a warm sensation filled from the tongue to the stomach, followed by abundant Spiritual Power..."
Noticing she had said too much, she paused.
If remembered correctly, when she ate the dragon meat, she was already a Mahayana Realm cultivator. Swallowing that piece of dragon meat required some effort to resist the surge of abundant Spiritual Power before she could enjoy its benefits.
Surveying the courtyard’s members, except for her brother, the highest realm was that of the white snake’s, just peak Demon Pill Realm. Even if it was just a Flood Dragon, everyone might not withstand the energy impact contained in the meat.
Everyone was waiting for her to continue, but she couldn’t blatantly say her realm was much higher when she ate dragon meat. Thus, she turned to Jiang Yuan, "Brother, could I see the dragon meat you harvested?"
"It’s Flood Dragon meat, not Dragon meat," Jiang Yuan corrected, noting the significant difference between the two.
He casually retrieved a piece of meat from the Storage Bag, which was cut from the butchery, revealing fine, snow-white meat with an oily sheen and a faint aroma.
"Hiss~" Qing Niao took a deep sniff, savoring it, "That’s the fragrance! It seems what I had tasted back then was the meat of a Flood Dragon that failed its Tribulation Crossing. But... brother, the power contained in this meat is formidable..."
He nodded in agreement, "Indeed, directly consuming it with your current strength would likely be unbearable. So, later I’ll make a dish using stove fire and other ingredients to make its Spiritual Power more concentrated and gentle, so you can enjoy it freely."
Immortal Chef techniques!
Qing Niao’s eyes lit up with excitement as he jumped around, "Yay! Brother is the best! We can feast on dragon meat tonight!"
"Gulp!" Yun Mo swallowed, eagerly anticipating tonight’s celebratory feast.
With dinner time approaching, and lacking the mind to continue studying the Cultivation Technique, he squatted by the Furong Spirit Pool, gossiping, "When I was a king at Lushan, I heard humans in the village say that in their world, three hundred years ago, the last Immortal ascended and took all the Spiritual Energy away.
So, three hundred years ago, there were Cultivators who could ascend? I’ve lived quite long, and in our Wilderness World, the Spiritual Energy is even denser; why haven’t I heard of Cultivators ascending to the Upper Realm?"
"Ascension, huh..." Qing Niao mused, "The so-called ascension doesn’t necessarily mean becoming an Immortal in the Upper Realm. Moreover, mortals often exaggerate. Perhaps they simply saw Cultivators using Sword Flight and assumed it was daytime ascension."
Hu Zhile shook his head, "It’s not just mortal nonsense. I’ve heard during my travels that the sudden absence of Spiritual Energy three hundred years ago in the Human World was due to an Immortal’s ascension, draining all the Spiritual Energy.
Some Cultivators even found ancient texts documenting this, suggesting that those who experienced it also believed in the ascension.
I think this ’ascension’ was merely an excuse for the sudden disappearance of Spiritual Energy."
Listening to their chatter, Jiang Yuan was reminded of the background intro upon entering the Wilderness World, also citing the last Immortal’s ascension and Spiritual Energy scarcity three hundred years ago. Given the system’s track record, it’s unlikely they fabricated this background.
In the last diary fragment found, the predecessor ’Ya’ observed the disappearance of the world’s sprout, Spiritual Energy dissipated, and chaos ensued, then did something to prevent the collapse of the Human World.
Is there a connection between the disappearance of the world’s sprout and the Immortal’s ascension?
Then why hasn’t any Cultivator ascended for thousands of years in the Wilderness World?
Where did the Immortals go after ascending?
Amidst the barrage of unanswered questions, Jiang Yuan temporarily set aside these mysteries. By striving to upgrade the courtyard, enhancing strength, broadening networks, and triggering side quests, he would eventually uncover the core secrets!
For now, let’s focus on preparing dinner.
To the Level Seven stove system, Flood Dragon blood and meat were no different from any other Demon Beast’s meat. Opening the recipe, selecting the desired dish, as long as the raw materials were enough, a click and a few seconds wait was all it took.
A big table full of fragrant, delicious dishes was prepared in no time.
Fetching the crystal wine glasses Miss Hu Jiu had bought from the Treasure Pavilion, he poured the bright red fruit wine, and Jiang Yuan called everyone to gather for the meal, the eager crowd hurriedly gathered around.
"So fragrant! So fragrant!" Qing Niao chirped, "This one, this one, and this one, these must be made from Flood Dragon meat! Brother’s dishes are much better than eating raw!"
Hu Zhile, with a face full of contentment, said, "Just the aroma alone feels so blissful."
Xie Chenyuan tried hard to maintain the demeanor of a Cloud Concealment Sect disciple, not wanting to appear greedy and be laughed at. However, the rich Spiritual Power intertwined with the aroma of the meat and dishes rushed to his nose, making his mouth water uncontrollably, forcing him to swallow quietly.
Leng Yutang, not new to freeloading meals, was well aware of Mr. Jiang’s culinary skills.
But it was his first time eating Flood Dragon meat. His heart raced with excitement and joy, secretly celebrating his good fortune in meeting Mr. Jiang, thus benefiting from such exquisite cuisine!
"Everyone, please have a seat. With good things happening one after another, today is as good a day as any to gather and celebrate!" Jiang Yuan indicated for everyone to sit down.
Except for Granny Huang, who couldn’t eat and drink heartily in her soul state and opted to cultivate in the Ink Jade Space, disciple Wan Mingchuan, Old Dog, and Wanli were in the Otherworld;
Yun Shu was still exploring in the void; Miss Hu Jiu had already been invited by Cloud City’s City Lord Yuan Man to assist in finding the traitor in the underground cave with her Charm Technique.
With Xie Chenyuan of the Cloud Concealment Sect and genius refiner Leng Yutang, there were still plenty seated at the lively table.
"Firstly, thanks go to Brother Bai and Daoist Xie. Without their tireless exploration of the Underground Palace and slaying the Flood Dragon, we wouldn’t have the delicacies made from Flood Dragon meat on this table. Let’s all raise our glasses to them!" Jiang Yuan was the first to raise his glass, the unique fragrance of the fruit wine standing out amid the array of dishes brimming with Spiritual Energy.
