After the Red Spotted Tiger meat and Black Horn Ewe Meat had been eaten, Sword-Wielding Mountain had gone several days without tasting the delicacy of a large Spirit Beast.
Usually, they only caught some Wild Black Chickens and wild rabbits, and fished up a few Crucian Carps and Freshwater Abalones. They tasted good, but with too many monks and too little meat, there was never enough to go around.
Filial piety was important, but Xiao Ran was a man too. He could not keep eating vegetarian forever; once in a while, he needed meat to have the strength to be filial.
This Dao Alliance Hunting Falcon weighed over five hundred catties, enough to feed Sword-Wielding Mountain for several days! To stew it whole and intact in one pot, Xiao Ran made a special trip to Sword-Tempering Mountain.
He asked Gao Shi to forge him a giant pot one zhang wide. He carried it back the whole way, feeling as if even the Dharma Ending Era would have to be blamed on him, and his heart was especially guilty.
Only when he returned to Sword-Wielding Mountain and set the pot down did he feel greatly relieved.
It could be seen that a person really could not carry the pot casually.
Night fell.
On Sword Plaza, the bonfire flickered, accompanied by starlight, giving off an intoxicating soft glow.
The evening breeze blew gently in, stirring up waves of pine soughs, and together with the murmuring brook and the rustle of insects, it played a pastoral twilight song.
A great iron pot more than a zhang wide was set atop a bamboo platform three feet high.
This time, Lingzhou Yue personally took charge of the stewing.
The High-Pressure Space Stewing Method was an extremely advanced cooking technique. Through a powerful seal, it compressed