I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 119: Beast Vital Energy

"The wings of a Winged Tiger taste much better than the wings of other magic beasts. You can try it later."

Max was silent for a moment, finally finding a topic to break the awkwardness, and turned to say to Eric.

Michael was holding the wing in his mouth, so his voice was a bit muffled: "Dat’s wight, dat’s wight! Its wings are delicious, you can have them all!"

Eric snorted unhappily in his heart, but still couldn’t stop himself from imagining the taste of the Winged Tiger’s wings. In his previous life, he loved gnawing on chicken wings the most.

Coming to this world, the wings of the giant forest chickens had already let him gnaw to his heart’s content.

But even the Snow Wolf people, with their terrible cooking skills, had to admit Winged Tiger wings were delicious, so it must definitely be many times more delicious than forest chicken wings.

Eric discovered that since transmigrating, his way of thinking seemed to have assimilated with the age of this body.

He was originally a mature, sensible adult, yet now his mind was increasingly trending towards becoming childish.

And just look, just hearing one sentence from Michael, he couldn’t help but salivate from craving it.

Max and Michael ran at full speed, gradually leaving behind the land that had just experienced a bloody battle.

To go around the Illusory Moon Forest, they needed to cross this vast mountain range.

Even with the incredible speed of the Snow Wolf people, running for a whole day only got them halfway.

One reason was that the distance was truly very far, and the second was that traveling in the mountains couldn’t be as fast as on the flat plains.

When it was almost dark, they found a cave sheltered from the wind. After chasing away the magic beast inside the cave, they had forcibly occupied the creature’s dwelling.

They could have traveled day and night without rest, but considering Eric was still a cub, they decided to rest in this cave for one night.

The road ahead would make it very difficult to find an ideal shelter like this.

Eric jumped down and ran into the cave. In all fairness, this cave was quite comfortable, both spacious and good at blocking the wind.

He silently apologized to the evicted magic beast owner, but at least Max and Michael hadn’t treated it as dinner, and besides, they would be leaving tomorrow.

The only disadvantage of this cave was that it was quite far from a water source.

But in winter, this wasn’t a worrisome problem, because all around the cave was thick snow.

They quickly gathered dry firewood and started a fire, placed the iron wok on top, and shoveled snow into the pot. Soon, the melted snow could be used for drinking. The snow here was not polluted at all, clean and pure.

Eric didn’t need to worry about these trivial tasks. He happily ran over to the Winged Tiger wings he had been craving the entire way.

He transformed into his human form, put his clothes back on, and took out his precious kitchen knife to begin the task of plucking.

Not to mention the meat quality of these wings, he really liked these soft, silver feathers. Bringing them back to hang in the house as door curtains or window curtains would be very beautiful.

Max had long known Eric was obsessed with these beautiful, sparkling things. He extended his long, slender fingers, revealing sharp claws, and skillfully skinned the Winged Tiger.

"This pelt, after we return to the tribe and process it, will be for you. It can be used as a bed rug or to make clothes."

Hearing this, Michael, who was nearby, immediately objected.

"Hey, hey, you talk as if you hunted it! Who was it just now who refused to help me? If anyone’s gifting it to Eric, it should be me!"

He had heard everything Max and Eric said just now.

He could indeed handle a level-four magic beast, but this was a starving silver Winged Tiger in winter!

That bastard Max could actually stand by cold-bloodedly and watch from start to finish, causing his back to still ache from being hit by the Winged Tiger’s magic.

Snow Wolves were thick-skinned and had magical defense, but it still hurt a lot when hit!

Moreover, his precious fur had been slashed off by the wind blades, who knows how much!

Michael thought angrily, he hated wind-system magic beasts the most; they always made him shed fur.

Any animal with fur couldn’t help but cherish its coat, and the Snow Wolf people were no exception.

A smooth, glossy coat was a prime factor for them in finding a mate; strength alone was not enough.

Max acted as if he didn’t hear Michael’s complaint, still focusing on skinning.

Michael was so angry he gritted his teeth. He didn’t know why, but recently Max had become very detestable... Moreover, this wasn’t his illusion; Max was intentionally targeting him!

Eric was concentrating on plucking feathers, but his sharp wolf intuition made him feel that the atmosphere was a bit off.

He raised his head to look, and just as expected, these two were about to start brawling again.

He hurriedly spoke up to placate them:

"Alright, alright, we still have to travel tomorrow, save some energy. Michael, quick, come over and help me pluck feathers. The skin of this Winged Tiger is really tough; I’m finding it hard to pluck even with the kitchen knife."

The silver feathers on the wings had not dulled at all, even though their owner was dead; instead, they reflected a mystical, sparkling light in the twilight.

Michael shot Max a burning glare but still went over to help Eric. His sharp claws used force at the base of the feather, and a long, glossy silver feather immediately fell out, along with some fine down.

There was some hemp cloth in the luggage, originally prepared by Eric for filtering refined salt. He pulled a few threads from it and carefully tied the fallen feathers into a large bundle. Michael’s movements were much faster than his; soon, the feathers on both wings were completely plucked.

Eric couldn’t bear to throw away the small downy feathers either. This stuff was even softer to the touch than the forest chicken down he had used to stuff duvets. He planned to take it back to make a small blanket for Leo.

It was just that the quantity was a bit small; two large wings like this only yielded a few *cân* of down. But duvets were very warm, much warmer than cotton blankets, so they didn’t need to be made too thick. Three or four *cân* could make a large double blanket.

This amount of down could make two blankets. After making them, he would give one to Michael, as compensation for his wounded soul and his lost fur.

But... Max also helped me a lot last time... and making a duvet was a lot of work for him alone. Maybe I should make one for Max too?

In that case, there wouldn’t be enough feathers... Eric felt a bit resentful towards the inconsiderate silver Winged Tiger; why didn’t it grow a little more down?

Oh well, he would just accumulate more feathers and make them later; otherwise, these two would start fighting again.

Eric began to seriously suspect that perhaps he had read a pirated version of the story before transmigrating; otherwise, what kind of main couple bickered like cats and dogs every day like this.

After carefully storing the tied bundle of silver feathers, Eric looked at the cleanly processed wings, rubbed his hands together, his mind already forming ten thousand ways to prepare them.

From his experience, the bones of high-level magic beasts were very hard; he couldn’t chop them by himself.

He then asked Michael to help chop one of the wings into small pieces. For this job, Michael also used Eric’s own kitchen knife.

Having been around Eric for a long time, he had also gradually become curious about this ordinary-looking kitchen knife.

As Michael used the kitchen knife to chop the Winged Tiger wing into pieces, Eric suddenly noticed the magic patterns on his knife’s blade glowing faintly.

"Michael, do you have vital energy too? Luban said these magic patterns need vital energy channeled into them to be activated."

Eric asked doubtfully.

After vital energy was channeled into the magic patterns, the power of the kitchen knife would increase exponentially.

If he knew how to use vital energy, perhaps he could also chop through the bones of high-level magic beasts by himself.

Stopping the motion in his hands, Michael turned his head to look at the kitchen knife, his expression suddenly one of realization.

"In our beastman bodies, we have beast vital energy. We can’t use human magic patterns normally; the power increase isn’t large."

"Beast vital energy?" This was the first time Eric had heard this term.

"Beastmen will awaken their beast vital energy during their cubhood. After awakening, their strength will increase significantly."

Max’s voice chimed in. While butchering the skinned Winged Tiger, he leisurely explained:

"Some powerful beastmen can even condense their own magic cores inside their bodies. At that point, not even a level-seven magic beast would be their opponent."