Chapter 107 Dividing the Meat
A few days later, Jiao Jue came out of the well and said, "Ji Rong, my injury is almost healed. Block up the end of the spirit stream."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong asked, "Why?"
Jiao Jue replied, "A place with abundant spiritual energy must have an owner. Just leave a small opening so that the spiritual energy from that side can flow in."
Ji Rongli understood. She happily took root and first repaired the hair-thin spiritual vein at this end of the well. Then she repaired the tear she had made on the spiritual vein of the three-headed dragon's body, leaving only a small opening the size of a soybean.
Her mind sank, and she chased away the three-headed dragon that was opening its mouth to express its dissatisfaction near the Spirit River; then she closed her mouth, leaving a gap about the width of a toe.
After completing these tasks, Ji Rong's mind returned to her body, and she opened her eyes.
Jiaojue continued, "The shaman should be here soon. When he arrives, you will help me cut the meat for the shaman. Then we will go to Wangfeng Island and see if we can dig a spirit well there as well."
Ji Rong raised her head, pouted, and said, "I'm not going. I'm exhausted these days."
On the way back with you, many times I thought I should just sink and die; now that I've barely recovered, you want to order me around again, I won't go!
Jiao Jue squinted and smiled, "You really can bear to leave? If you don't go, I'll accept your 20% of spirit crystals. There's a tempering stone array on Wangfeng Island now. Don't you want to take those 20% of the already tempered spirit crystals?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong immediately turned her head and looked at Jiao Jue expectantly, saying, "Go ahead, Brother Jinlong, you're just asking me to dig a well. You'll be the one doing the most work, so I'll go."
Three months later, Ji Zhuang carried Gu Qingqing and Xuanwu to break the seal, and Jiao Jue and Ji Rong, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately rushed out.
Jiaojue looked at the witch, opened his blood-red mouth and commanded, "Witch, have Ji Zhuang carry you to Huofeng Island; tell the old man to beat the drums and summon all the witch tribe members, and pick out the best fire and medicine experts to be on standby."
As he spoke, he watched the color drain from the witch's face, realizing she must have misjudged him. He couldn't help but find it amusing, so he spat out his storage ring and hooked it onto his claw, saying, "Tonight we're going to distribute meat to the whole tribe. If you have any good iron or bronze cauldrons, bring them out. Your trashy earthenware pots can't cook such good meat."
The witch's heart sank into an abyss and was then lifted high. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said, "Yes, Lord Golden Dragon, I will go and inform Great Witch Yue right away."
As the shaman spread the word, the inhabited islands were in an uproar. Everyone put down their work and rushed home to get bowls and basins.
Jiaojue transformed into a Dharma Dragon and took the elderly and weak from Xifeng Island to Huofeng Island.
The lich clan on Vulturewind Island had such peculiar appearances that Jiao Jue was afraid he would lose control halfway and turn them all to fish food. So he asked Ji Rong to pick them up. Ji Rong, who was suspended by a spirit crystal, agreed and flew towards Vulturewind Island.
The Third Elder, Wu Qi, did not go; instead, he led a thousand elite members of the Wu tribe to guard the slaves mining on Vulture Peak Island.
After the meat-sharing feast is over, the Second Elder, Wuqi, will naturally send over their share, no more and no less.
Wu Yue acted quickly. By the time Jiao Jue and Ji Rong arrived carrying people, the square on Huofeng Island had been almost completely cleaned up, and the stone platform in the middle of the square had been washed twice with clean water.
The Wu tribe members made way for Jiao Jue to reach the stone platform. Jiao Jue walked onto the platform and poured out a giant, flat-headed fish that was three zhang long from his storage ring. On its head were eighty-four eyes, all of which were wide open.
A thick stench of blood filled the square. Many children were terrified by the sight of the ferocious fish and cried incessantly, but their cries were quickly drowned out by the cheers of the Wu tribe.
A meat-sharing feast that allows everyone to participate is never ordinary spiritual meat. The recipients must possess enormous bodies and powerful physiques to ensure that the entire clan, young and old, can have a bite. Therefore, the original owner of this meat must at least be a king.
The Wu tribe, especially the Wu-Yao lineage, has suffered a decline in bloodline. In order to preserve their strength, they have not dared to hunt powerful sea creatures at sea for several generations. Therefore, they have not held a meat-sharing feast during the truce for a very long time.
The fish was poured out, and the elders gathered around, anxiously collecting blood and anything else they could find, using bottles and knives.
A disgruntled dragon roar emanated from Jiao Jue's mouth. He narrowed his eyes and said, "All of you, get out of here. Let the one with the sword come."
Upon hearing this, the Fifth Elder, Wu Xing, immediately took down the two large swords from his back. He raised the two swords high and thrust them into the ground. With a "whoosh," the sharp blades sank a foot into the ground. He said, "I know how to use a sword! Let me do it!"
Upon seeing this, the elders, including Yuewu and Miaowu, had no choice but to leave with their respective disciples.
The shaman walked up the stone platform, gently stroked the fish's face, and asked in a trembling voice, "Lord Golden Dragon, has this multi-eyed fish already reached the Emperor Realm?"
Jiaojue squinted his blood-gold eyes and said, "Stop babbling and cut! It's just a multi-eyed fish. You are, after all, a member of my clan and an elder of the Witch Clan. How can you act so pathetic?"
Wu Xing excitedly put down his knife, bowed deeply to Jiao Jue, and said, "Thank you, Lord Jinlong, for the meat!"
The Wu tribesmen below followed suit, bowing deeply to Jiao Jue and saying, "Thank you, Lord Jinlong, for the meat."
After paying homage to the horn-shaped jade, Wu Xing called out to the second elder, Wu Qi, "Second brother, quickly bring over the dragon-slaying cleaver from the ancestral shrine."
Then he picked up two knives and excitedly began hacking at the multi-eyed fish, gouging out the eyes one by one, and then starting to carve out the flesh;
Finally, Wu Xing and Wu Qi joined forces to lift the Dragon-Slaying Blade and cut off the fish's ribs and tailbone. They then cut off the broken fish head and handed it to Xi Wu to put into a fine iron cauldron to boil. Dozens of fire-wielding experts used their spiritual energy to create fire, which enveloped the cauldron and boiled the fish head.
“Fox, you go too, use your paws to start a fire,” Jiao Jue said, looking at Gu Qingqing sitting to the side.
Gu Qingqing, who was called upon, had no choice but to step forward and help start the fire.
The meat was already in the pot, and Ji Zhuang and Yan Wu led A Du and the others to select spiritual ingredients and auxiliary materials.
Wuqi took out a bunch of bottles and jars, and together with Wuyue, they sealed up the materials that had been picked from the fish. The whereabouts of these precious materials would be determined tomorrow; it was easy to imagine that the elders would fight over these materials tomorrow.
Ji Rong looked at Jiao Jue's huge, shiny storage ring with envy. She moved closer to Jiao Jue and said, "Big brother, when will you get me a big storage ring as beautiful as this?"
Jiao Jue looked at Ji Rong, handed her a bottle of wine with his paw, and squinted as he teased, "If you become a king and comprehend the true meaning of spatial arrays, I might be able to find it for you."
Seeing Ji Rong puffing out his cheeks, he tapped Ji Rong's head with his paw, took out a small storage ring inlaid with five-colored precious materials, handed it to Ji Rong's face, and sighed, "An old friend's item, take it and use it."
Ji Rong stared wide-eyed at the gleaming storage ring. She happily stored it under her wing, then, holding the wine bottle, called out to Jiao Jue, "Thank you, Big Brother! Golden Dragon, you're so kind! I'll toast you!"
Looking at the greedy, silly bird, Jiao Jue felt even better. He squinted and smiled, "Silly bird, do you think I'm being merciful now?"
“Mercy, mercy.” Ji Rong nodded vigorously. “Big brother, you are the most merciful to us.”
"Hahahaha," Jiao Jue laughed, his eyes narrowing.
A joyous feast unfolded thanks to Jiao Jue's generous gift, and every member of the Wu tribe beamed with happiness; Jiao Jue strolled among the crowd, his heart at peace.
"Ji Rong, so this is the mercy you've been talking about." Mercy must be bound by rules, otherwise this laughing crowd may turn into ferocious beasts.
Looking at the joyous feast, Jiao Jue couldn't help but say to Ji Rong beside him, "Becoming a ruler is such a tedious and boring thing."
Ji Rong took a sip of wine and replied, "Those who like to be rulers will do it."
"What if that guy isn't kind enough?"
"Those who like to overturn conventions will walk the path of killing Him with swords drawn." Ji Rong said to Jiao Jue with great enthusiasm, holding up a wine bottle. "Brother, this has nothing to do with us. Come on, brother, let's drink! Hahaha... Brother, your wine is really delicious!"
That night, the bonfire blazed brightly in the square, and people sang and danced for a long time without stopping.
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