Everyone enjoyed this ordinary dinner immensely.
According to Zhang Mushan, although the spotted deer Wang Chen had taken down was not a particularly valuable Demonic Beast, it was rare within a thousand-li radius and had nearly been hunted to extinction by hunting cultivators.
The venison tasted excellent, with a texture similar to beef tenderloin. Roasted and sprinkled with coarse salt and crushed spices, it was so delicious one could swallow their own tongue along with it.
The deer blood wine, blended with spirit wine, nourished yin and strengthened yang. Zhang Mushan was not one to indulge in drink, yet he still asked Wang Chen for a jar to take home and savor slowly.
Before leaving, he specifically reminded Wang Chen not to hunt too far afield while alone.
And he absolutely had to beware of slave-catching squads from other immortal cities.
Slave-catching squads were far more terrifying than Demonic Beasts!
Wang Chen took it to heart.
Early the next morning, after weeding the Spirit Field, he brought out the chopped venison and bones, mixed them with a certain proportion of deer blood, and scattered them evenly across the field.
Smelling the scent of blood, the Spirit Rice stretched countless roots up from beneath the soil, wrapping around the bits of flesh and bone and dragging them underground.
"Meat, meat!"
They rejoiced, each one conveying gratitude and satisfaction to Wang Chen.
Wang Chen: "..."
In the days that followed, Wang Chen continued living a secluded life.
He heeded Zhang Mushan's warning and did not go hunting far away, wandering only through Dongli Mountain whenever he went out.
Though Dongli Mountain had few prey animals and they were difficult to find, Wang Chen could always discover some deeply hidden Demonic Beasts with the Upper Clarity Qiankun Mirror and his powerful Divine Sense.