To reach the next city, one must travel a considerable distance and then cross a forest.
It got dark as soon as Yin Ming and Ling Yao entered the forest. While Yin Ming was wailing that he would have to sleep on a tree trunk again, Ling Yao had already conscientiously gone to collect firewood.
Yin Ming originally felt he had nothing to do and was just thinking of helping out.
Just as he bent down to pick up the dead branch on the ground, the guard's warning cough reached his ears again. His bending motion froze instantly, and he didn't know how to resolve the awkward situation.
Sigh, there's no need to make things so difficult for him.
Yin Ming could only cough helplessly, pretend to have a sore back and rub his back, then slowly moved to the big tree and found a reasonably comfortable place to sit down.
Lingyao piled the collected firewood together, stretched out his slender, fair hand, and used the resentment at his fingertips to turn into small flames to ignite the firewood, gradually warming the surrounding air.
Yin Ming leaned against the tree trunk listlessly, silently watching Ling Yao's movements.
Yin Ming had read the original novel. The male protagonist was already at the seventh realm. He could conjure a sea of fire with a casual wave of his hand, yet he could precisely control the amount of resentment and condense a small cluster of flames at his fingertips. This skill demonstrated his powerful spiritual strength from the side... Well, he would drink this lemonade first as a sign of respect.
Although Lingyao has already acknowledged Yinming as a friend, perhaps he still has some reservations, so he hasn't revealed his current cultivation level to Yinming.
Yin Ming said he didn't care, that these things can't be rushed, and that trying to force things would backfire; it's best to cultivate feelings slowly.
After starting the fire, Lingyao caught a chicken-shaped magical beast from the forest. He skillfully skinned the beast, removed its internal organs, washed it, smeared it with some unknown seasoning, skewered it with a stick, and roasted it over the fire.
He then took out a pot from his spatial ring, put it on the fire, and cooked something. Soon, a fragrant aroma wafted out.
The roasted monster looked exactly like the grilled chicken Yin Ming had eaten in real life, but it was twice the size of the grilled chicken.
Lingyao tore off a piece of the roasted monster leg and handed it to Yin Ming, who took it without hesitation. Although this was a cultivation world, there was no such thing as fasting; people still had to eat.
However, although this monster leg looks a lot like a chicken leg and smells delicious, can this thing really be eaten?
Yin Ming tried taking a bite, and wow, you know what, it was really delicious.
Lingyao then took out a spoon and a bowl from his spatial ring, lifted the pot lid, and ladled a bowl of the cooked porridge into each person's bowl.
"I learned how to make this in the kitchen at the inn. Yin Ming, try it and see if you like it." Ling Yao handed the porridge and spoon to Yin Ming. "I think you really like their porridge..."
He spoke the last sentence too softly, and Yin Ming didn't hear it. He tasted the porridge in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he gave Ling Yao a thumbs up: "Delicious."
No wonder Lingyao was nowhere to be seen all day; he was in the kitchen learning the trade. But to be fair, this porridge was quite delicious, even better than what you get at the inn.
If Lingyao didn't become the ruler of the world, he could consider selling porridge; the business would definitely be booming.
Lingyao smiled faintly at Yin Ming's praise, her face flushed in the firelight.
Before the two had even taken a few bites, cries for help came from afar.
Yin Ming squinted and looked in the direction the sound came from. A man and a woman were running wildly in their direction, with a large creature chasing after them.
They were probably attracted by the firelight and the smell of food.
Yin Ming shrugged at this. No wonder he's the protagonist; he runs into trouble wherever he goes.
As the man and woman approached, Yin Ming also saw clearly what was following them.
It is a Purple Thunder Beast, a Fifth Realm Resentful Power Demon Beast.
Yin Ming rested his chin on his hand and looked at Ling Yao, gesturing, "A Yao, go ahead."
Since the bodyguards have been threatening him lately, he'll just have the male lead fight some monsters to appease them, since those monsters can't hurt him anyway.
Lingyao frowned, a flash of light appeared in his hand, he gripped the sword hilt in reverse and walked towards the Purple Thunder Beast.
Yin Ming warmly invited the two men to sit down, each holding a piece of meat, to watch the future big shots fight.
Lingyao suppressed his cultivation to the middle stage of the fourth realm, while the Purple Thunder Beast was at the initial stage of the fifth realm. Theoretically, the former should not be able to defeat the latter.
However, Lingyao managed to dodge the Purple Thunder Beast's claws with his graceful movements and agile positioning, and even occasionally poked the Purple Thunder Beast with his sword, showing great ease in the fight.
Seeing that each of its attacks missed, the Purple Thunder Beast grew increasingly agitated.
Lingyao continued to move and dodge at his own unhurried pace.
The battle lasted for about five minutes. The Purple Thunder Beast seemed unable to bear this cat-and-mouse game any longer. It roared in a rage, its size doubled, and its eyes turned blood red. Its sharp claws struck Ling Yao at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Although Lingyao had suppressed his cultivation to the fourth realm, his body was still at the strength of the seventh realm. Being hit by such a powerful claw would at most tear his clothes, but would not hurt him in the slightest.
Yin Ming simply watched the show. After all, Ling Yao's cultivation level was almost catching up with his, and his overall strength might even be stronger than his. He didn't need Yin Ming's help at all. He also wanted to see just how monstrous the male protagonist of the seventh realm was.
Unexpectedly, Lingyao exerted his strength in an instant, barely managing to twist his body and avoid the claw.
The Purple Thunder Beast wasn't stupid either. It quickly found a flaw in Ling Yao's contorted posture, immediately gathered all its resentment into a dazzling blade of light in its mouth, and with a single open mouth, the blade of light shot towards the flaw Ling Yao had exposed.
The whole process took only a moment. Lingyao, frozen in a twisted posture, only had time to raise his left hand to block the attack.
Yin Ming was so shocked by this scene that he forgot to chew the meat in his mouth. This is it?
This is the male protagonist of the Seven Realms? Forced into this state by a Fifth Realm magical beast? You must be kidding me, is it really that unbelievable?
A blinding light flashed, and a wound appeared on Lingyao's hand, dripping blood continuously.
Lingyao put down his injured hand, his expression suddenly turning cold. Yin Ming sensed that his cultivation level had rapidly risen to the initial stage of the fifth realm.
He raised his right hand, and resentment quickly gathered in his hand.
The resentment of the initial stage of the fifth realm converged into an energy ball with a diameter of half a meter. Ling Yao waved his hand forward and hit the energy ball onto the monster. At the same time, he quickly moved his body above the monster, and with his right hand forming a claw, he sucked the ground. The sword that he had just thrown on the ground immediately flew back into his hand.
The monster was frantically trying to block the energy ball, never expecting that Lingyao would have the strength to do anything else after unleashing such a powerful attack. It only had time to look up in horror at the scene, where Lingyao's figure was clearly reflected in its huge beast eyes.
Lingyao gripped his sword and plunged it fiercely into the monster's head. He stirred it, then flicked it, and the fifth-realm monster's core fell into his palm.
Before the Purple Thunder Beast could even roar, its massive body collapsed with a crash.
Lingyao lightly touched the beast's head with his toes and landed steadily on the ground. He looked up at Yin Ming with a complicated expression, then walked back to his original position without saying a word.
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