Chapter 420 Divine Flesh Feast (2)
Upon hearing this, Qing Guanzi and Shan Wu nodded repeatedly.
Ji Rong then pointed to the head of Di Rong next to Jiao Jue and asked, "Big brother, how do you want to eat this?"
Jiao Jue said in a deep voice, "I'm not eating anymore, the taste is nothing special!"
Ah Jin, Ah Hong, you two take this head down and cook it. Remember, you must break the meat apart and clean it thoroughly. After that, bring back the bone whip and the divine seal inside the skull.
Upon hearing this, the little golden dragon and the little red dragon immediately nodded and left to carry out the order.
On the ground, those cultivators who had initially joined the army for treasure all knelt down and prostrated themselves upon hearing Ji Rong's words. They cried out, "Lord Ji, our sovereign is merciful!" In their hearts, they had already begun to recognize Ji Rong as their true master, the god of all races, and a just being!
The remaining fragments of divine flesh were placed by Qing Guanzi into the large cauldron he carried. This cauldron was one of the tools Ling Xiaozi used to make flesh pills in the past, and it was large and sturdy enough.
Beneath the cauldron, there were many fire crystals.
The little red dragon, clutching Emperor Rong's head, lay beside the cauldron and unleashed powerful bolts of lightning at the flesh inside. The flesh slowly crumbled and dissolved into the spiritual water.
With one claw, He scooped up the War God Seal that had floated to the surface, and with His tail, He pulled up the skull, its flesh and bones stripped away and still attached to the spine, from the fiery cauldron, and headed towards the Horned Jade.
All the fire-wielding cultivators present excitedly sat around the cauldron, breathing fire at it to cook the meat.
Each time they breathed fire, the little golden dragon would exhale a gust of wind to fan the flames. Once all the fire crystals under the cauldron were lit, the fire-wielding cultivators retreated to their respective cloud tables to await the start of the banquet. The little golden dragon would occasionally exhale a breath of wind, and before long, it would boil the spiritual water in the cauldron.
A faint aroma of divine meat, tinged with the scent of burnt iron, wafted from the cauldron. Ji Rong, watching the rising steam, said to Jiao Jue, "Brother, innate divine meat is too rare. Let Xiao Jin go through the trouble of collecting this aroma. When we return, we'll give it to my senior brother Wanfa."
Jiaojue nodded and said, "Not bad." He took out a small empty jade bottle from his mouth, quickly rolled it up and wiped it twice before handing it to the little golden dragon, asking it to collect the aroma of meat into the bottle.
The high cloud walls isolated the mournful cries of heaven and earth, and 1,194 cultivators sat neatly on their respective cloud tables.
Qing Guanzi stood beside the large cauldron where the divine meat was being boiled.
Zhan Shi stood beside the pile of cooked meat.
Shan Wuze sat beside two treasure mountains of different heights. The shorter one contained the storage ring obtained from cleaning up the battlefield, while the other contained treasures and items from the storage ring.
Qing Guanzi spoke up: "Guan Shan soldiers, take bowls and step forward, the first 295, to feed the wounded soup first."
Then, 295 cultivators stood up, holding their bowls, and lined up in front of Qing Guanzi to receive half a spoonful of divine meat soup before rushing towards the seriously injured cultivators outside the cloud table.
They helped their seriously wounded comrade to his feet, fed him the broth from the bowl, and told him that it was broth made from the flesh of a great god.
Ten people who heard this died with a smile on their face.
Fifty-four people drank to their satisfaction and passed away.
The remaining 231 people who drank this soup felt much more energetic, and many of the dying people even had a glimmer of life in their eyes and asked for meat!
The soldiers then took their bowls, went to General Zhan Shi to collect meat, placed it beside their comrades, and then turned back to their own cloud-shaped tables.
Seeing that all the soldiers had returned to their positions and the wounded had been taken care of, Ji Rong, who was in the air, said, "The banquet begins! Everyone, please line up to get soup and meat!"
One by one, the soldiers danced and sang, holding bowls and plates as they lined up to receive the divine meat soup, roasted meat, and finally, the treasure!
Joy filled this isolated space.
In the air, a cloud table was also set up in front of Jiao Jue and Ji Rong, where they received the same divine meat soup, roasted meat, and thunder juice as the other soldiers.
They raised their bowls in celebration, and after finishing their meal, they sang and danced around the large cauldron of Qingguanzi.
The 1,197 soldiers performed spontaneously in twos and threes, which Ji Rong found satisfying and fascinating. In a way, she felt that she had seen this scene many times before.
"Perhaps, this is how the immortals in the Dreamland play, and they do it all the time." Ji Rong thought to herself, then pointed smugly at the cultivators performing their impromptu act below and said to Jiao Jue, "Big brother, look how happy they are now. Do they still have any semblance of being inferior?"
Jiao Jue sighed, "They are now living happily, able to live and die peacefully, and have no more of a slave mentality."
Then, He solemnly bowed to Ji Rong and said, "Lord Ji Rong, thank you for your kindness, which allowed Jue to personally slay the great enemy!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong immediately raised her head and grinned, laughing loudly. She raised one wing claw to desperately cover her mouth, which was about to split open, while waving her other wing claw and saying, "Big brother is too kind, hahahahahaha."
After all the soldiers below had finished jumping, Ji Rong spread out her colorful arms and said happily to Jiao Jue, "Brother, let's go down and sing a song and jump around too."
Jiao Jue wanted to refuse, but Ji Rong's eyes were too bright and free, making him unable to help but agree. He heard himself say, "Okay."
Ji Rong excitedly pulled Jiao Jue's nephew down the cauldron. As soon as she landed, she began to sing and dance. Her voice was sometimes clear and melodious, sometimes deep and resonant. As soon as she started singing, the bird cultivators present excitedly spread their wings again and began their own dances. The remaining beast, fish, and insect cultivators, while stroking their claws and fins, excitedly called out, "Lord Ji! Lord Ji!..."
After finishing the song, Ji Rong winked at Qing Guanzi, flapped her wings, and shook her head. The playful old dragon immediately twisted its body, leaping through the air and darting among the clouds. Shan Wu excitedly chased its own tail in circles, while Zhan Shi, infected by its antics, roared incessantly.
At that moment, Jiao Jue squinted, stood up, and gently twisted his body.
The joy of more than two thousand living beings permeated this independent space. They laughed and played, and after finishing the meat soup and roasted meat, they cooked another pot of ordinary spirit meat by the light of the fire crystal.
Only after the fire crystal had completely burned out did they pack up their things and prepare to go back.
The passionate soldiers returned to their homeland, where they recounted to their people the equality and benevolence of their lord, Ji.
The relatives and tribes of the soldiers who died in battle received generous compensation, and they were all crying and roaring with joy at the same time.
Many widows and widowers even wiped away tears and immediately looked around, wanting to find a strong soldier to marry, have children, and then, after the next battle and the acquisition of treasure, return to their widowed lives...
Don't be surprised; sadness often has to retreat in the face of wealth. Even if it's not spoken or acted upon, many people will secretly dream of making a fortune through blood and flesh.
The cultivators who were left disabled were paid a considerable sum by Ji Rong to buy out their cultivation lives, and from then on, they became the servants of the sovereign.
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