Murong Zhen examined the bag in his hand and found that although it was not small and weighed at least several dozen kilograms, it was indeed just an ordinary cloth bag.
He frowned. "Your packaging is too casual. What exactly is inside?"
"Just a little bit of meat," Rong Zi said casually.
"So it was food?" Murong Zhen glanced at Rong Zi. "You destroyed one of my spirit pools, and all you're offering as compensation is a little food?"
He was a Mahayana cultivator, and had long since already practiced abstaining from grains.
Besides, how can you just use a cloth bag to hold food?
Sure enough, he shouldn't have had any expectations.
Rong Zi gave him a meaningful look and said, "This is no ordinary meat. If you don't believe me, open it and take a look."
The flesh of an eighth-level nine-tailed blood scorpion.
It's a rare treasure, one in a million.
Murong Zhen hesitated for a moment, walked to the table next to him, put down the cloth bag, and then reached out to open the bag.
He's lived for so many years, what good food hasn't he eaten?
I had no expectations for this bag of meat.
However, the moment the bag was opened, a delicious aroma and a rich, pure spiritual energy suddenly wafted out.
Before Murong Zhen could even see the meat inside, he was momentarily stunned by the overwhelming spiritual energy emanating from it.
He quickly opened the bag and reached inside to take out a small piece of dried meat.
Feeling the pure and vibrant energy emanating from the jerky, Murong Zhen turned to ask Rong Zi.
"What...what kind of meat is this?"
What kind of meat could possess such a rich spiritual energy?
Rong Zi leaned over and sat down at the table, replying, "Anyway, it's not human flesh. Take a bite and try it. If you don't like it, you can return it to me anytime."
Murong Zhen glanced at the jerky in his hand, then at the simple, pitiful cloth bag. After hesitating for a moment, he finally opened his mouth and took a bite of the jerky.
The instant the jerky entered his stomach, an unprecedented energy instantly filled his entire body, flowing along his spiritual meridians into his limbs and bones.
Murong Zhen's cultivation has been stuck at the eighth level of the Mahayana stage for over a hundred years.
Over the years, he has repeatedly gone into seclusion in search of breakthroughs.
But each attempt ended in failure, and they were unable to find a way to break through the bottleneck.
However, the moment he ate the jerky, he felt that his cultivation, which had not improved at all in hundreds of years, suddenly and miraculously loosened in a barely perceptible way.
Murong Zhen's eyes widened, and he was so excited that his eyes turned red.
Because he was wearing a bamboo hat, Rong Zi couldn't see the expression on his face.
Seeing that Murong Zhen was just standing there motionless, she rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head, and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Murong Zhen snapped out of his daze after Rong Zi's words.
Looking down at the jerky in his hand, he took a deep breath, his face filled with excitement.
"It's more than just delicious! This...this is simply..."
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