Yu lowered her head and glanced at the Shrimp-Crab Hybrid in the cage.
"Steamed or raw-marinated?"
"Raw-marinated. Add more salt and vinegar, along with the herbs we dug up this morning. The weather's hot, so add a few chunks of ice."
Feng Ying rose and brushed the grass leaves and mud from her clothes, watching Yu deftly take out an earthen jar and begin preparing the raw-marinated river crab. Unlike other immortals, who focused solely on cultivation and ate only spirit medicine, the two of them kept to three meals a day and observed all the usual customs during holidays and festivals.
The little knife flashed—slash, slash, slash—and the herbs were chopped into fine pieces and tossed into the earthen jar.
She opened the lid and poured out the fine salt from a small bamboo tube.
With a pop, she pulled out the wooden stopper, poured some wine, then tipped her head back and drained the half that remained.
"Whew~ Refreshing! As expected of wine buried for three hundred years. We should save the remaining bottles to savor later. Using it to marinate river crab is a bit of a waste."
There was little spiritual energy or immortal power in the wine. It was pure mortal liquor, aged wine as delicate, sweet, and mellow as velvet.
Feng Ying smiled faintly.
"The wine in a royal tomb must have had something special about it. What a pity—the later tombs we explored didn't have any stored wine."
The two were both seasoned veterans of the Jianghu. Not only could they cultivate, they also knew countless unorthodox arts. Whenever they came across a Feng Shui Treasure Land, they habitually searched for grand tombs, tunneled in to look around, picked up a few useful things along the way, then destroyed any yin souls, Ghostly