Growing a Meat Field

Night gradually fell, and the stars in the sky shone even brighter.

Just as Sword Forging Manor finished another day and began its discussion meeting, Ning Zheng returned to the residence at the foot of the mountain.

It happened to be dinnertime.

Recently, he had gotten the timing of his return down perfectly.

The fish and meat on the table had just finished cooking, filling the air with a rich meaty aroma.

However, Ning Zheng inexplicably thought that it was probably time for a Bonfire Party on the mountain too. Recalling what Food God had said, the blacksmiths on the mountain were eating an incredibly delicious mushroom feast that evening.

The thought made Ning Zheng's throat feel inexplicably dry, and he felt somewhat sympathetic.

"What's wrong?" Ning Jiaojiao had just finished eating and was holding a needle as she mended some clothes.

"Nothing." Ning Zheng put down the chest. Feeling that he shouldn't think about work once he was home, he sat at the dining table and said gently, "After we finish eating, we have something to do."

"We're fishing for River Demons again?"

Ning Jiaojiao was somewhat resistant. She shrank her neck, utterly unwilling. "Big Brother, we still haven't finished eating one River Demon."

"No, it's not fish meat. Look at this. Our food is going to get better." Ning Zheng opened the chest. Inside were a writhing crow's head and body.

Ning Jiaojiao stared blankly. "Game meat? Wait, that's the king of the beast flock! How did you get it? Unless you wipe out the entire flock of crows, this fellow will hide and refuse to show itself!"

Whether they could beat it was one matter. Forcing it to appear was the most difficult part.

"Don't worry about how. I've already caught it." Ning Zheng smiled. "Don't tell anyone outside, especially the neighbors. We'll secretly eat it ourselves."

"We're eating it now?"

Ning Jiaojiao's eyes lit up. She shouted happily, "I've been putting up with those things for so long! They throw their weight around in the sky all day, and they often attack me when I trip, making my head itch all the time. It's really uncomfortable."

Whether before or after death, the villagers of this village had all suffered at the claws of the ill-tempered crows.

Naturally, she felt as if a great grudge had finally been avenged, and she was overjoyed.

As the culprit behind it all, Ning Zheng's expression did not change. "Then today, we'll get revenge on it! We'll vent your anger for you, Jiaojiao!"

He also felt that it was time to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs.

Once this crow was dealt with, he wouldn't need to keep having "bad luck" and let the crows attack Ning Jiaojiao's head.

It should be fine to let Ning Jiaojiao lose her restraint and return to her original strength.

After all, Ning Zheng had weakened her before because he had been an ordinary mortal and constantly on edge when he first moved into the residence.

Now that he had cultivated the second body, he naturally had the confidence to back it up.

Besides, after spending more time together, he understood Ning Jiaojiao's habits and naturally wouldn't provoke her into a frenzy.

Soon.

After finishing the River Demon Meat that had nearly made them sick of it, Ning Zheng was already eager to get some new meat to taste. He dragged Ning Jiaojiao outside and prepared to start farming.

He had previously thought about killing a few crows overhead to satisfy his craving. Even though he had heard that crow meat was not very tasty, it was still better than nothing.

But he hadn't dared to actually do it. Provoking one would bring an entire flock.

Now things were perfect—the Crow King's Meat Field had come to him!

"Destroy!"

Ning Zheng reached out and tapped the Crow King's forehead.

The crow's consciousness was instantly shattered.

Some cultivators would leave consciousness behind in a Meat Field. Through a special spiritual technique, they would torture, break down, and brainwash it into the consciousness of a Meat Field, assigning it to manage the field.

At that point, they would insert a scarecrow.

The Meat Field's consciousness would use the scarecrow to provide meat to the sect's disciples according to the contribution points recorded on their tokens.

But Ning Zheng did not possess such exquisite and profound brainwashing techniques, so it was impossible for him to leave behind such a hidden danger and allow the Meat Field to retain its self-awareness.

This crow was too clever, and it even knew how to lead troops into battle. It had to die!

In any case, all he wanted was its fleshly shell.

As for all that talk about interesting souls being one in ten thousand, it was better left unsaid. He simply coveted the crow's monotonous body.

Ning Zheng brought Ning Jiaojiao and cleaned out the cellar that had been unused for a long time. He spread a layer of soil, then dismantled the flesh, mainly separating the head, claws, and wings. Altogether, these made up the Five Bodies.

As for the meat inside the belly, he removed and discarded it.

The opponent was only at the Five Bodies level and had never cultivated. Its ordinary organs could not regenerate.

The first two major realms of cultivation, the Five Bodies Realm and the Four Organs Realm, were collectively known as the Nine Grades of Physical Body.

The Five Bodies were the external circulation of flesh and blood.

The Four Organs were the internal circulation of flesh and blood.

Why did a Meat Field have to reach the Great Perfection of Five Bodies Realm before it could be made?

Because only after the Five Bodies' external circulation had formed, allowing the flesh and blood to circulate and regenerate, could it be made into a Meat Field.

But a Five Bodies single loop with only external circulation was called a half-Meat Field—the weakest kind.

A true Meat Field had both the Five Bodies' internal circulation and the Four Organs' internal circulation. Like two doughnuts, they were laid in the ground to form a dual circulation of their own. Only then was it a complete Meat Field, endlessly reproducing itself.

It was extremely fertile. It could be eaten for a long time without running dry, and its efficacy was also exceptionally strong!

Clearly, Ning Zheng was not capable of capturing a demon king at the Great Perfection of Four Organs Realm. Having just begun cultivating, he was already quite satisfied to possess a half-Meat Field of his own.

Countless Rogue Cultivators would be green with envy!

Soon, Ning Zheng began planting the Meat Field in the cellar.

Together with Ning Jiaojiao, they inserted the "rice seedlings"—the bones—arranging them according to the distribution of the bird's skeleton. They also carefully spread out its blood vessels to ensure unobstructed circulation.

This step was extremely important. If the blood vessels and bones were not properly arranged, it was easy to create hidden problems in the Meat Field. One corner might become diseased, develop blood clots or swollen flesh, ooze pus, or suffer localized necrosis.

Because he had no experience planting a Meat Field, Ning Zheng spent a long time feeling his way through this step with Ning Jiaojiao. They nearly ruined the Meat Field. He did not dare skimp at the critical moment, and used another 500 points of luck. Only then did he barely succeed, incredibly fortunately.

The completed Meat Field did not need sunlight. It mainly absorbed spiritual energy. During its construction, Ning Zheng buried several thousand Magic Coins in the Meat Field to supply it with spiritual energy.

In reality, this lowest-grade Meat Field did not need so many Magic Coins.

It was mainly because Ning Zheng had nothing else but plenty of Magic Coins. His Household ran a money house, after all—it was extravagantly wealthy!

"It's finally done."

At ten that night, after working for several hours, Ning Zheng looked at the bright-red Meat Field before him, his sense of accomplishment overflowing.

"We can eat it?" Ning Jiaojiao was practically drooling with hunger.

"Mm."

Ning Zheng nodded and smiled. "From now on, we can periodically throw in some household waste—leftover soup and rice—and it will continuously produce meat. But we can't cut too much at once. We'll have to rotate which areas we harvest."

Matter did not appear from thin air.

The Meat Field had to be fed. The more nutrients it received, the greater its yield.

In fact, it did not need to be fed frequently. The Meat Field was alive and could also find food for itself.

Its meaty fragrance would attract insects, such as earthworms and ants in the soil, and even pangolins.

That intense attraction from its bloodline was irresistible to ordinary beasts. The Meat Field would then instinctively devour them.

"Come on, let's draw some water from the well, cut some meat, and make a little meat soup to taste it."