The Legend of Fangren

Chapter 126 The Beginning of Culinary Arts

The animal hides sold for 2,600. After the fat uncle left, Fang Shi specially thanked the cultivator and treated him to a pot of wine.

"Ha, it's nothing. Emerald City has many independent cultivators. It's not easy for everyone to travel alone on weekdays, so helping each other is only right."

The cultivator took a sip of wine and asked, "Young friend, since you can skin an animal so completely, you must also be able to extract its spiritual flesh. I wonder if you've collected the spiritual flesh of this River Scaled Flood Dragon? If you're willing to sell, I'd like to buy some."

Upon hearing this, Fang Shi shook his head and said, "When I returned, the spirit meat had already been bought by passersby. There wasn't much left, just enough for myself."

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"Oh, then I won't bother you any longer. Thank you for the good wine."

"You're welcome."

Having met by chance and only exchanged nods, Fang Shi then returned to the inn and borrowed the kitchen.

The reason he wanted to sell the animal hides quickly was to prepare today's catch into a meal before dinner, especially the River Scale Dragon, a metal beast whose flesh was a rare and suitable spiritual meat for the Luo River.

"Hey sir, if you need anything, just tell me. Why bother doing it yourself?" The inn's cook, upon hearing that Fang Shi wanted to borrow the kitchen and seeing how much spirit meat he had prepared, hurriedly came over.

As a chef, he cherishes good ingredients the most. This young immortal looks quite young and doesn't seem to have any cooking experience. It would be a sin to ruin such good meat.

But Fang Shi stopped him, saying, "Uncle, I think we're destined to meet. Just stand there and watch, I'll show you my cooking skills!"

After saying that, Fang Shi skillfully scaled and cut the fish, then fried it in oil and boiled it in water.

"This—" The cook was just an ordinary man and dared not disobey, so he could only stand aside scratching his head.

"Oh dear, young immortal, you'll cause your spiritual energy to dissipate if you do this—"

"Yes, I know."

"Oh dear, little immortal, adding so many things that represent the most auspicious zodiac signs will ruin the true essence of the zodiac signs!"

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"Yes, I know."

"Oh, little immortal master—"

"Uh-huh----"

The two men's mouths and bodies seemed to be separate entities; one kept talking but dared not make a move, while the other kept agreeing but never stopped moving. It was truly heartbreaking for the cook—he felt as if he had grabbed his own heart, as if his aching heart would jump out on the spot if he didn't.

He watched helplessly as two top-quality fish were wasted! Good heavens! Oh my god!

Listening to the bubbling sound of the soup in the pot, the cook's heart was bleeding. The soup had long passed its optimal cooking time, and he feared that the essence of the meat had already flowed into the soup and would dissipate with the steam when the lid was opened.

He could only close his eyes, unable to bear watching this scene.

But before anyone knew it, Fang Shisheng brought over a bowl of fish soup, with a few pieces of fish floating in it.

"Uncle, please try some."

The cook quickly refused: "No, no, I'm just a mortal, how could I eat spirit meat? It would be a waste of meat."

Fang Shi smiled and said, "Uncle, don't worry. There's not much Xuan Qi left inside. Eating it will only benefit your health."

Oh, right—the cook then realized with disappointment that with the little immortal's cooking just now, how could there possibly be anything good left?

He didn't dare to spoil the little fairy's fun, so he took the bowl without much expectation, sniffed it, and was surprised to find something unexpected.

The aroma of this fish soup is surprisingly good; the spicy and savory flavor is perfect for a slightly chilly evening.

His keen intuition as a chef told him that this little fairy had real skills, so he quickly picked up a piece of fish, mixed it with a mouthful of soup, and ate it.

"Oh~!"

Instantly, his eyes widened, his face blank, unable to believe the sensation in his mouth.

Outside the city, under the cover of night, Elders Qian and Yun were leading their disciples back into the city after a long absence.

The disciples' skills were greatly improved after several days of training, and they gained a lot.

First-tier tender leaf sheep, second-tier black moon ox, third-tier branch-treading deer—these were all captured by the disciples. Even the third-tier mystical beasts had already become dead souls under the combined killing formation of the disciples, so there was no need for the elders to take action.

"Heave-ho!" Qu Mei brandished the wooden fork in her hand, extremely excited. "Junior Sister Luo, look at me! I've already managed to gather my Qi into the vessel. I'm afraid that in just a few days, I'll be able to manifest the Yin Profound Form and begin building the Outer Heavenly Cycle!"

Carrying a long spear, Luo He, whose cultivation progress was in no way behind, said, "Senior sister, you're too impatient. We haven't even built our spiritual platform yet, so how can we talk about the outer circulation?"

The female disciples chattered excitedly, all delighted with their own progress. They could now control their superhuman speed with ease, unlike before.

Haha, Junior Brother Fang has been staying in the city these past few days, so he's probably no match for them now.

Fei Xuange, who was riding a horse beside him, smiled at the elder and said, "As expected of the first batch of Heaven-rank disciples in the sect to go down the mountain for training, your progress in just these few days is greater than that of many military commanders in the Ministry of War."

Elder Qian humbly replied, "I dare not accept such praise. It is natural for people to break through from the third rank quickly. Only when one breaks through from the third rank to the fourth rank can one be called a master."

Having shed their mortal form, they still have much to learn and grow.

Despite this, the soldiers accompanying him secretly felt envious and wistful.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly carefree chatter of the senior and junior sisters in the group. Once they leave the sect, they are still the most outstanding disciples, with many advantages that ordinary people simply cannot match.

Even the elder's seemingly casual remark, "Humans break through to the third rank naturally very quickly," might seem like showing off to outsiders, but her observations were indeed the truth.

Afterwards, the group parted ways with the soldiers and returned to the inn.

As soon as she entered, Senior Sister Qu rushed in first, as if she had returned home, exclaiming, "Oh, I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight!"

Elder Qian approached from behind and tapped her, saying, "You've already relaxed after just getting back? Don't forget you still need to practice your skills and meditate after dinner."

"Yes—" The sisters following behind immediately deflated.

Luohe's mood was probably even worse, because when she set off a few mornings ago, she forgot to ask the recipe for mushroom soup, which caused her to not eat well for the past few days. Now that she's back, the spirit meat she hunted didn't contain any metal, so she still can't eat well and can only rely on the mushroom soup.

"Sigh—" Poor He Zi was even more exhausted than before. He was too lazy to go upstairs to put away his weapons, so he just collapsed on the dining table and waited for dinner to be served.

But just then, she smelled a wonderful aroma wafting from the kitchen; the fresh and spicy scent struck her heart directly.

Only a recipe could cook something like this! It's wonderful, the recipe must have known they were coming back today and specially prepared this delicious food. The recipe is the best!

Drawn by the aroma, Luohe made her way to the back kitchen, where she saw a middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, shouting at Fangzi, who was tying an apron:

Immortal Master, please teach me how to cook!

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