194: Chapter 183 Sword Qi Turns into a Rainbow!_3 194: Chapter 183 Sword Qi Turns into a Rainbow!_3 The atmosphere was majestically broad, and with unhurried steps, each stride could span tens of feet.
His square face appeared calm as still water, yet a hint of worry shone through.
The rich aroma of at wafted across the wild fields.
A terrifyingly large leg of a beast was skewered on a steel spear and roasting over a fire.
Grease dripped down from ti to ti, hissing as it hit the flas.
As the pig’s skin turned golden, Zong Shou carefully basted it with aromatic oil and spices to make the fragrance even more mouthwatering.
The massive Wild Toothed Pig, weighing over four tons, had been divided into several portions.
At least half was fed to a Horned Cloud Horse known as Stepping Cloud Colt, which mixed with the yellow bean feed, was eaten with relish.
Only three legs remained, and apart from the one roasting over the fire, Yiin Yang and Su Chuxue each took one, eating so voraciously that their faces were greasy.
The forr still maintained a semblance of elegance, but the latter completely disregarded her image.
It was as if she wished to even swallow the bones, chewing and gnawing vigorously while looking up at Zong Shou with eyes full of worship.
“So delicious!
Gulp!
Truly tasty!
Young Master’s barbecue skills have improved so much since before,” she said, her voice muffled and unclear if one didn’t pay close attention.
Zong Shou couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Chuxue was his maid, descended from the tiger-cat lineage of the demon clan.
Despite her beautiful appearance, she had a nature inclined toward greed and activity.
Although she seed gentle and quiet, as if a delicate lady, she could hardly ever stay still, especially while eating, which always surprised others.
Despite what her na Su Chuxue might suggest, apart from her skin fairer than snow, her other qualities did not match the na at all.
The so-called demon clan, according to later records, were ancient ancestors who, to combat the ravaging alien barbaric beasts, rged their blood with those of powerful mutant beasts to enhance their combat prowess.
But once that brutal era ended, these people beca outcasts to humanity and ford their own tribe, which is the origin of the so-called demon clan.
After tens of thousands of years, this race nearly beca extinct, and Zong Shou had only co across them in the ga.
He casually sliced off a piece of the roasted at with his dagger and ate sluggishly.
Then, Zong Shou’s gaze inadvertently fell once more onto the carriage beside him.
“Uncle Yiin, with the enemy still lurking nearby, do you think it is appropriate for us to be lighting a fire and stopping here?”
Having stayed on the cart for seven days, Zong Shou had not witnessed Yiin Yang Chuxue engage in combat himself.
However, the fresh wounds and myriad holes piercing the iron plates of the carriage walls, so even stained with blood, were a harrowing sight, indicating he must have gone through danger before arriving in this world.
For the past two days, the pair often strayed far away under the guise of hunting, yet each return brought with it a pungent sll of blood—not from beasts, but from humans.
Yiin Yang clearly paused at the question.
He then continued to eat his at with indifference, his voice cold as he spoke, “Please, Princely Heir, rest assured.
Within six hundred miles of here, the area has been cleared.
Only the sparrowhawks keep watch night and day.
Whether we light a fire or not makes no difference.
Both Chuxue and I need ti to rest and recover—”
Zong Shou looked up and indeed saw several tiny black spots shuttling through the clouds.
His heart sank—those ‘eyes’ in the sky ant that the enemies could easily track their movents.
Furthermore, considering how conspicuous their carriage was, concealing their tracks was simply impossible.
It seed they were indeed in great danger, precarious as a mountain of eggs.
What concerned him more at that mont, however, was how Yiin Yang addressed him.
Chuxue called him Young Master, while Yiin Yang referred to him as Princely Heir.
Princely Heir—in the demon clan, that must an the heir to the Demon King!
Among the hundred branches of the demon clan, most were wild and unruly.
To be the successor of the Demon King and yet lacking the power to even fight a chicken, one could imagine what his fate would be.
He sighed and continued eating the Wild Boar at.
When he was about ninety percent full, he felt warm currents of energy flowing within, moving throughout his body.
Zong Shou stood up and walked to a more open area and began to stretch his body, bending at the waist, leaning forward, and stretching his limbs, sowhat reminiscent of modern fitness routines.
Su Chuxue had finished her leg of the pig and tore off half of the roasted front leg to eat.
She watched curiously as she ate.
“Practicing those postures again, they look so strange and don’t seem useful for fighting.
Young Master, did you learn this from the Coastal Academy?
Those Spirit Masters, they all deceive, saying they teach without discrimination and embrace all—”
Zong Shou pretended not to hear, focusing intently and striving to execute each movent as perfectly as possible.
These Basic Cultivation Techniques didn’t co from ancient traditions but were rather created by players in the “Divine Emperor” ga.
Their purpose was to guide external energies into the body, converting them for their own use.
Practiced alongside the Inner Breath Heart thod, they were extrely beneficial.
Especially during the initial stages of cultivation, they could increase efficiency by at least thirty percent.
Zong Shou was one of the contributors and leaders of this thod.
Before his transition to this world, he had been working on the seventh set of movents, which remained incomplete when the “Cosmic Extre Destiny Book” appeared, sparking the war among the Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm.
Afterward, he found himself inexplicably in this world.
Now, as Zong Shou completed each movent, a stream of energy was forcefully guided by him into his Qi Sea below the abdon.
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