Chapter 43

"Of course not, you don't need to tell me you want it. If you do, just take it," Chu Xiong replied, not really caring. He thought this thing was inedible and contained very little spiritual energy. It would be better to meditate and cultivate. Bu Zheng wouldn't need this, would he?

"..."

Chu Xiong realized he was wrong again. He saw Bu Zheng neatly put the scorpion meat into the Qiankun Ring, even collecting some of the leftovers.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't waste it. It's still from a beast, and I have the Qiankun Ring..." Bu Zheng replied directly.

"..."

Having the Qiankun Ring is great, but this approach seems a bit... too rustic...

"Actually, scorpion meat is quite delicious. I used to fry scorpions and eat them often..." Bu Zheng added at this moment, which immediately made some people keep their distance from him, especially Qin Shuang, whose expression of disgust was very clear.

Of course, they were just disgusted by the scorpion meat and thought Bu Zheng, who ate scorpion meat, was a bit disgusting, eating even this.

"Cough, let's continue. This Tyrant Scorpion is just the beginning. There will be other beasts inside. Don't go too deep; we can't take care of you if you do." Chu Xiong coughed a few times and then led the team to continue advancing.

At this moment, Zhao Zhiyin and Qi Tian approached Bu Zheng and asked, "Bu Zheng, is scorpion meat really that delicious?"

"Of course, haven't you tried it?" Bu Zheng nodded and followed the team forward.

"No, we'll try it quietly later..."

In fact, Zhao Zhiyin and Qi Tian were both food lovers. They would eat anything as long as someone prepared it. They had also killed Tyrant Scorpions before and had long wanted to taste them, but were hesitant because of others around.

"Sure, when we rest, I'll cook it for you. Frying is the best." Bu Zheng nodded and said.

"Frying? Here? How do you do it?" The two were stunned. In the wild, they usually just grilled food and rarely even boiled soup.

"I brought a pot." Bu Zheng replied without hesitation.

"..."

The team continued to advance, killing two more low-level beasts, similar to the Tyrant Scorpion, perhaps a bit stronger, but much easier for the new disciples to kill, possibly because they had practiced with the Tyrant Scorpion.

After dividing the spoils, Bu Zheng cleaned up the "garbage." The new disciples didn't feel right competing with Bu Zheng for these worthless items, especially with Qin Shuang around, they wouldn't lower themselves.

Bu Zheng took everything, useful or not, and put it into the Qiankun Ring. While the team was killing beasts, Bu Zheng searched for herbs nearby, finding quite a few. Although they weren't very valuable, they were things he couldn't get before.

However, he hadn't found what he was most looking for, the unknown herb that was his destination this time.

Since there was still plenty of time, Bu Zheng wasn't in a hurry. He first prepared the scorpion meat while everyone was resting and eating dry rations.

Bu Zheng quickly set up a small stove with broken stones, gathered firewood from the journey, and started a fire. He then took out an iron pot from the Qiankun Ring, which had been washed and was ready for oil.

"Surprisingly, he even has oil. This kid is really well-prepared." Qi Tian said to Zhao Zhiyin.

"Right, right, look, he even has plates and flour..." Zhao Zhiyin was stunned as he saw Bu Zheng take out plates, wash the scorpion meat, slice it, and coat it with flour.

The flour was seasoned, not just plain flour, but with spices.

The preparation work made the others, who were eating dry rations, stare. They looked at what Bu Zheng was preparing and then at their own, which, although good, was cold.

What's most important in food? Heat, of course. Heat makes everything taste better!

Zhao Zhiyin and Qi Tian, being food lovers, were drooling, eagerly waiting for the oil to heat up, watching the oil bubbles rise...

"Bu Zheng, it's ready, put it in the pot!"

"Okay!"

Bu Zheng picked up the sliced scorpion meat with long chopsticks and put it into the oil pot—

"Sizzle..."

First, they heard this sound, then the sizzling of the frying, followed by a fragrant aroma that wafted into everyone's noses.

The aroma made everyone's mouths water, even Qin Shuang, who usually despised scorpion meat, wanted to try it.

One by one, the scorpion meat slices were put into the oil pot. At the same time, Bu Zheng picked up the first piece of fried scorpion meat, its golden color making it look very appetizing.

Placing the fried scorpion meat on a clean plate, Bu Zheng said, "Try it. If you like spicy, add some chili sauce."

Next to the plate, Bu Zheng placed a jar of chili sauce, which he had made himself. He usually made his own things, a habit he had.

"Zhao Zhiyin, this... Hey, I wasn't done talking yet." Qi Tian was trying to be polite, but Zhao Zhiyin, without waiting, started eating with his chopsticks.

"Delicious!! This is a delicacy!!" After finishing the whole piece, Zhao Zhiyin finally spoke, then looked at Qi Tian, "What did you say just now?"

At this moment, Qi Tian ignored Zhao Zhiyin, not because he was lazy, but because he was also eating the golden, crispy, delicious fried scorpion meat.

After finishing, Qi Tian ignored Zhao Zhiyin and went for the second, third...

"Damn! What's the rush? There's plenty!" Zhao Zhiyin roared and started eating as well, the taste was irresistible. Food lovers can't resist delicious food, especially fresh ones.

Chu Xiong and the others watched Qi Tian and Zhao Zhiyin, who were eating faster than Bu Zheng's frying, drooling and eagerly waiting for the next batch, then started fighting over it.

"This is mine, Zhao Zhiyin, be careful, I'll tell your master you went to the Red Light District..."

"Go ahead, I'll tell your master you roasted his bird last year!"

"Damn, that bird wasn't yours. Who ate the most, I wonder?"

"Ah, who ate the most?"

"..."

Chu Xiong and Qiu Yue felt embarrassed, not just because of the two bickering, but because they knew the culprit of their master's anger last year was right here.

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