Dark Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 114 Deng Li

Zhang Qing stayed in the butcher shop, watching the boss lead a group of apprentices and workers to break down a tiger-lion beast weighing several thousand kilograms.

This was the largest prey he had ever hunted; the meat alone was estimated to weigh one or two thousand pounds.

If you eat ten pounds a day, you can last for one or two hundred days!

In addition, there are tiger bones, tiger entrails, tiger tendons, tiger teeth, tiger claws, and tiger penis.

Make big!

So it's understandable that the butcher had ulterior motives, since he was too young and didn't seem very intimidating.

But with the identity of the Xuanming Palace, the situation is completely different!

Unless the butcher has been kicked in the head by a donkey, he would never openly murder a disciple of a major immortal sect in broad daylight.

The other party even called out his wife, who respectfully served Zhang Qing tea and snacks.

After nearly an hour of processing, the tiger-lion beast was finally dissected.

Putting aside his character, the butcher's skills were quite good. A huge animal hide was completely peeled off, and the fat and meat were shaved cleanly, leaving no residue, which would make it easier to process later.

"Shangxiu, is this alright?"

Finally, the butcher respectfully asked Zhang Qing for his opinion.

"very good."

Zhang Qing put all the dissected flesh, bones, tendons, and claws into his storage bag, leaving behind a pile of internal organs: "Consider this payment."

The internal organs of ferocious beasts are of course edible, but some parts need to be carefully processed to remove some of the toxins. In addition, they cannot be simply cooked, so it is quite troublesome.

Zhang Qing simply gave up.

The butcher hurriedly waved his hand: "No, thank you."

That's fine.

Zhang Qing was too lazy to argue with the other party, so he patted his behind and left, saying, "Your pastries are quite good."

Watching Zhang Qingyang walk away, the butcher couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

My heart is filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Zhang Qing left Canglang Village, took a side road to reach the main road, and then used the "Land Flight Technique" to return to Xuanming Lower Academy before nightfall.

That evening, he roasted ten pounds of tiger and lion meat, stuffing his stomach full.

This beast meat is much more potent than ordinary meat; after eating and digesting it, one's qi and blood even increase slightly.

Zhang Qing estimated that once he finished the one or two thousand catties in his storage bag, his [Physical] attribute would increase slightly.

Of course, it's only a little bit, no more than that.

After all, he had used his superhuman strength to forcibly increase his physique, and it would be very difficult for him to grow stronger through food or training.

I slept without any dreams.

The next morning, when Zhang Qing woke up, got up, washed up, and came out, he ran into his fellow disciples next door.

The latter asked curiously, "Junior Brother Zhang, where have you been these past two days? I haven't seen you anywhere."

Zhang Qing smiled and replied, "I went to the ancient market near Yingji."

This fellow disciple was named Deng Li, who entered the lower academy a year earlier than him and had a cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Because they were neighbors, Zhang Qing was somewhat familiar with this senior.

But we weren't really close friends.

"Hunting?"

Deng Li immediately became interested: "Did you catch any prey?"

Zhang Qing hadn't expected the other party to guess so quickly, and since there was nothing to hide, he nodded and said, "I killed a tiger-lion beast."

"sharp!"

Deng Li's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Qing with newfound respect: "Junior Brother Zhang, I never knew you had such a skill!"

He just asked casually, but he didn't expect to get any interesting information from it.

The tigon is one of the more well-known ferocious beasts. While it may not be considered extremely powerful, it still poses a considerable threat in the area between the Black Mist Zone and the camp.

Many low-level cultivators who explored the ancient ruins perished in the jaws of beasts!

Zhang Qing, with only the fourth level of Qi Refining cultivation, actually killed a tiger-lion beast, and judging from his tone, he did it all by himself.

This inevitably drew Deng Li's attention.

Zhang Qing humbly replied, "I was just lucky."

As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of beast meat from his storage bag: "Senior Brother Deng, here's a treat for you to try."

Zhang Qing has been in the Xuanming Lower Academy for some time now.

We now have a basic understanding of the situation at the outer gate of the Xuanming Palace.

All he could say was that the waters were very deep.

Very deep.

A lowly cultivator like Zhang Qing, who has no background, no power, no money, and no status, naturally has to be careful and cautious, as if walking on thin ice.

The Xuanming Lower Academy has eight halls and thousands of disciples, making it a diverse and complex place.

Many disciples formed cliques, and there was constant open and covert struggle among them. Even with the sect rules and elders above them to keep things in check, conflicts still occurred from time to time.

Therefore, Zhang Qing kept a very low profile in the Lower House, basically not socializing with his fellow disciples, and unlike some others, he did not try to curry favor with the sons of powerful and wealthy people, so as not to get involved in factional struggles and become cannon fodder!

Deng Li, a fellow disciple, seemed to have a decent personality, so with the intention of making a good connection, he presented this ten-pound piece of fresh animal meat as a gift.

It's also necessary to have more fellow disciples who can talk to you, so that Zhang Qing won't be completely clueless if something happens in the lower courtyard.

"Thank you, junior brother!"

Deng Li accepted the piece of meat without hesitation.

After putting it away, he rubbed his hands together and asked in a low voice, "Was the tigon you killed male or female?"

Zhang Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood.

He was both amused and exasperated: "There's a whip."

Deng Li was overjoyed: "Junior Brother Zhang, would you be willing to part with this?"

Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment, then said, "Since you want it, senior brother, then I'll give it to you."

He had already eaten enough and didn't want to eat anymore.

The liger he hunted had a cylindrical body that was a full two feet long and had a hook at the top, making it a truly exceptional specimen.

So when Zhang Qing pulled this thing out, Deng Li's eyes widened: "Wow!"

Wow, that's really something!

His fellow disciple asked impatiently, "Junior Brother Zhang, how much do you want?"

This question really stumped Zhang Qing: "Senior brother, you decide what to give."

Anyway, if they give too low a price, there won't be a next time.

Deng Li was clearly a sensible person: "How about fifty large talisman coins?"

Even though Zhang Qing didn't know much about the market, he knew that this price was really not low.

So he readily agreed.

He also added a few large bones and two pieces of animal meat as extras.

All are happy.

Deng Li was very happy and patted his chest, saying, "Junior Brother Zhang, I entered the sect earlier than you, and I also know some senior brothers in the lower academy. If you need anything in the future, you can ask me for help. Perhaps I can assist you."

He didn't say anything definitive, but Zhang Qing's heart stirred upon hearing it.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Qing cut to the chase and asked, "Senior brother, can you get your hands on any fragments of the Ruins?"

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