Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

High-end ingredients often only require simple cooking methods. As several rare medicinal herbs are finely ground into powder, they are evenly applied on the dragon legs.

In an instant, a faint and rich aroma spread out, and the huge dragon leg gradually turned an attractive golden color. The bright color and rich aroma were so mouth-watering that it was hard to control oneself.

Zhou Xian gathered a wind blade, cut off a small piece of dragon leg meat, and slowly put it into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes slightly, opened and closed his jaw gently, and ground the meat between his teeth carefully, as if he wanted to analyze and savor this rare taste inch by inch.

“After all, it is an aged dragon that has gone through the years. It is firm and chewy when you put it in your mouth.”

As Zhou Xian chewed the dragon meat, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, if he had known earlier that dragon meat was such a delicious delicacy, he would have cut off the other leg of the black dragon and taken it back to enjoy slowly.

As he was thinking, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind. It was said that the dragon whip was a tonic for the yang. He didn't know whether it was true or not, so he decided to give it a try.

But when Zhou Xian looked down and saw his own thin, young body, his thoughts, which had just been stirring, were instantly poured with a bucket of cold water.

"I'm not lucky enough to enjoy the dragon whip, but I can find a time to get the whole dragon wing."

Zhou Xian complained inwardly, but his mouth never stopped moving, his cheeks bulging, and the dragon leg meat was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black dragon was huge, with one of its legs weighing over a thousand pounds of meat. However, even after eating most of it, Zhou Xian's stomach didn't change at all, not bulging at all, as if it was a bottomless pit that only took in food but never gave out.

As soon as the dragon meat entered his stomach, Zhou Xian's stomach seemed to be injected with a powerful force, and began to wriggle at a high speed, making a "gurgling" sound.

Under the influence of this force, the dragon meat was quickly decomposed, turning into strands of pure, almost tangible elements of heaven and earth, emitting a strange light. Then, these elements were quickly transformed into pure fighting spirit in a mysterious way, flowing through his meridians.

Although these fighting spirits transformed from dragon flesh are just a drop in the ocean in front of his vast fighting spirit, they are so small that they can be almost ignored.

It was even not as good as what he absorbed from the elements of heaven and earth in a day. However, Zhou Xian only wanted to satisfy his appetite and did not care about the increase of his fighting spirit.

After a while, Zhou Xian wiped the remaining oil stains from the corners of his mouth with satisfaction. Looking at the place where the thousand-jin dragon leg meat was originally piled, there was only a pile of white bones, shining coldly in the sun, silently telling the "tragic" battle of the gluttonous feast just now.

Zhou Xian, who was full of food and drink, had no interest in staying any longer and threw away the remains of the dragon leg casually. Just as he turned around to leave, suddenly, a familiar smell entered his nose.

The smell seemed to carry with it the past, instantly pulling him back to the past that he could not bear to recall. Zhou Xian's body suddenly stiffened, and the steps he had just taken also stopped abruptly.

Zhou Xian's pupils suddenly shrank. Although the smell was faint and others might not care about it at all, it was like a thorn in his side to him.

"How dare this guy show up."

Zhou Xian's voice was slightly low, his teeth clenched subconsciously, and his cheeks bulged slightly. He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his hair. Even though he had used various methods to clean it before, the pungent smell in his memory was still lingering at the tip of his nose, as if it was a ghost.

Zhou Xian's face turned pale and red in an instant. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his eyes unconsciously searched around, and his fingers clenched subconsciously. "The wind of exploration, um, found it."

With the help of the information feedback from the "Wind of Detection" magic, Zhou Xian finally found out the details of the monster that had "peed on his head".

However, the moment he learned the result, Zhou Xian's face was suddenly filled with surprise - this monster was actually only a level five monster. This was nothing, after all, although there were many level eight or nine monsters in the depths of the Monster Mountain Range, there were also lower-level monsters. It was just that they generally lived cautiously. It was the first time that Zhou Xian saw a level five monster running around so brazenly.

"A level 5 monster dares to wander around deep in the Monster Mountain Range. It seems that you have never tried to beat it up. Let me teach you the rules of the Monster Mountain Range today, so that you won't become food for other monsters in the future."

Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze slowly swept through the deep forest. Speaking of the rules of the Monster Mountain Range, in his opinion, he has always been broad-minded, "a prime minister's stomach can hold a boat", and is definitely not a petty person who would take revenge maliciously.

Even though he was humiliated by the level 5 monster before, he didn't take it to heart. This time he took action purely out of kindness to maintain the proper order of the forest, not out of personal grudges.

In a flash, Zhou Xian, with his keen perception, followed the familiar yet irritating scent.

It didn't take him long to locate the trace of the "lawless" level 5 monster in the Monster Mountain Range. When the monster came into view, Zhou Xian's footsteps suddenly stopped, as if he was cast under a spell. His brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and his originally stern face was full of astonishment.

"A fox taking a bath?"

The scene before him was completely beyond his expectations. Zhou Xian could never have imagined that the level 5 monster that made him lose face was actually a fox taking a comfortable bath.

The clear river water flowed over its body, clinging its fluffy white fur to its skin. Under the sunlight, it sparkled with tiny rays of light. It leisurely extended its pink tongue and licked its fur wet by the river water again and again. Its every move was leisurely, and it did not notice Zhou Xian approaching at all.

"Hmm? A fox with two tails? What kind of monster is this?"

"Hmm? A fox with two tails? What kind of monster is this?"

Zhou Xian's brows twisted into a knot instantly, his eyes fixed on the bathing two-tailed fox, full of doubts. In his heart, he quickly searched through the ancient books about magic beasts he had read in the past, trying to find matching information from the depths of his memory. But no matter how hard he racked his brains and recalled the characteristics of various magic beasts on the Yulan Continent, he really couldn't think of any kind of fox on this continent that had two tails. There were many myths and legends about this in his previous life.

"interesting."

Zhou Xian's eyes lit up and he became interested, recalling the many myths and legends he had heard in his previous life, including stories about foxes with two or even many tails.

In those stories, this type of fox is always endowed with mysterious powers, or is a symbol of auspiciousness, or a charming spirit.

The anger that was originally caused by the provocation quietly dissipated, and was replaced by a strong curiosity and desire to explore.

(End of this chapter)