First Time Eating Exotic Beast Meat

First Time Eating Exotic Beast Meat

After washing up briefly, Fang Mo ate breakfast outside before hurrying to the Martial Hall to begin a new day of training.

With his body strengthened, his stance became steadier, and his breathing deeper and longer.

His consciousness roamed through his body, sensing his qi and blood flowing through his meridians. Every breath seemed to echo with heaven and earth, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

[Tiger Subduing Stance: Beginner (26/100)]

After half a day of training, the Tiger Subduing Stance's proficiency had already reached 26. At this pace, he would soon enter the next realm.

His heart brimmed with anticipation. He yearned for greater strength and swifter progress.

At lunchtime, Fang Mo arrived at the Martial Hall's dining hall. He noticed that the atmosphere today differed from usual; every student seemed somewhat excited.

The moment he sat down, Ding Zhiyuan leaned over and said, "Junior Brother Fang, you're in for a treat today!"

"What treat?" Fang Mo asked doubtfully.

Ding Zhiyuan smiled. "There's Exotic Beast Meat today. You've only been here one day, and you already get to eat it!"

"Exotic Beast Meat!" Fang Mo's eyes lit up. Though he was somewhat dull, he was no fool. He had heard quite a bit about cultivation before.

Exotic Beast Meat came from powerful beasts. Such creatures had once existed in the deep mountains and ancient forests, but they had long gone extinct by the technological age. It was only after the interstellar era arrived, when vast numbers of exotic beasts were discovered on other Earth-like planets, that Exotic Beast Meat began flowing into the Home Planet.

Martial arts in this world had once declined just as they had on Earth. Only with the appearance of Exotic Beast Meat and Spirit Medicine from other planets did martial arts flourish once more. After two or three centuries of development, the current prosperous era of martial arts had emerged.

For martial artists to cultivate, the intense activity of their bodies could no longer be sustained by ordinary ingredients. Only powerful Exotic Beast Meat could nourish the flesh, strengthen qi and blood, and cultivate force.

His heart was filled with interest. He had never eaten Exotic Beast Meat before.

Although he was the eldest young master of Fang Group, his status had left him with no chance to eat it. Today, he finally had an opportunity to taste it.

Everyone took their seats in the dining hall. Fang Mo could clearly sense the excitement on the students' faces. Seeing that there were still only two basins of food on the table—one vegetarian and one meat—he was puzzled, but he followed the others' lead and left his bowl untouched.

After a while, two chefs emerged from the kitchen carrying basins. They first entered the inner hall, and each took a piece of meat from the basin and placed it onto everyone's plates.

Once the inner hall disciples had received theirs, it was the middle hall's turn, and only afterward the outer hall's.

Fang Mo remained seated and still. When the chef finally placed a piece of meat on his plate, he saw that it resembled a steak. Though it was only two liang, it gave off a faint fragrance of fresh grass that drifted through the room.

"Begin!" Once every plate had been served, the two chefs withdrew, and Guan Lie spoke.

Only then did everyone move. One after another, they wolfed down their food like starving tigers, as though they had never eaten before!

Fang Mo picked up his piece as well and took a bite. The meat was firm and springy, yet not as hard to chew as he had imagined. Instead, it tore apart easily. Its fragrance filled his mouth, as though a clear, spiritual breath had moistened everything from his mouth to his throat.

He could not help eating faster too. With only two liang of meat, he swallowed it down in just a few bites.

A moment later, he felt warmth in his stomach. That warm current seemed to flow from his stomach into the limbs and hundreds of meridians throughout his body, creating a sensation beyond description.

He saw the others quickly serving themselves rice. They ate much faster than usual, so he followed suit.

Usually, meals took half an hour. Yet today, in only two or three minutes, some had already finished and rushed outside to practice their stance in the courtyard.

"Junior Brother Fang, eat quickly. Practice your stance while the Exotic Beast Meat's energy lasts—it can stimulate your qi and blood!" Ding Zhiyuan nudged Fang Mo.

Fang Mo picked up his pace as well. After finishing his meal, he ran into the courtyard and began practicing his stance. Within only a few breaths, he felt the difference. His qi and blood seemed to be moving much faster, and he did not tire as easily. Before long, he effortlessly maintained the stance for two cycles.

Then came three cycles. Whenever he was about to reach his limit, the warm current flowed to the areas that felt uncomfortable, and his muscles immediately relaxed.

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He held on for four cycles before the warm current finally vanished completely.

Fang Mo felt that his qi and blood had grown stronger. When he clenched his fists, they no longer felt as weak and floating as before, but powerful. He could also breathe deeply and steadily.

Previously, he could only hold one breath for two seconds. Now, he could manage three seconds, his breaths deep, long, soft, and fine.

Fang Mo finally truly understood why it was impossible to cultivate Bright and Dark Strength on Earth: one's qi and blood simply could not reach the required level.

Without Spirit Medicine and Exotic Beast Meat, cultivating to Bright and Dark Strength was nothing but a fool's dream. Without nourishment, the body would not only fail to grow stronger, but would instead decline from the excessive expenditure. It was like athletes—why did all sorts of physical problems emerge after retirement?

The students had all digested the Exotic Beast Meat as well and returned to the lounge to rest, but Fang Mo did not stop.

He knew that every opportunity to train was precious, especially with the aid of Exotic Beast Meat. Its effect on his cultivation had clearly improved.

Over the course of the afternoon, he completed nine cycles, and his proficiency rose to 39 points.

Fang Mo did not continue training. Instead, he went to the Medicine Hall to buy some medicine—first, to repay Ding Zhiyuan, and second, for his own use that night.

The Medicine Hall was overseen by a pharmacist in his fifties surnamed Xie. He was usually responsible for treating the students' injuries and preparing medicine, so everyone called him Pharmacist Xie.

Pharmacist Xie reclined in a bamboo chair, holding an ancient book in his hand as he read. Hearing that Fang Mo wanted to buy medicine, he merely lifted his eyelids.

"What's your name?" Pharmacist Xie asked.

"Fang Mo," Fang Mo answered.

Pharmacist Xie checked the ledger hanging on the wall, then raised his eyes to Fang Mo. "New students can purchase no more than five portions of medicinal liquid and one jin of Exotic Beast Meat per month. Do you know this rule?"

"I do." Fang Mo nodded.

"How much do you want?" Pharmacist Xie asked indifferently.

"I'll take three portions of medicinal liquid and five liang of Exotic Beast Meat for now." Fang Mo handed over the money. It came to 5,500 credits. Including the tuition, 50,000 credits had vanished in barely two days—and this was only the beginning. As expected, scholars might grow poor, but martial arts demanded wealth. Without money, one truly should not walk the martial path.

Pharmacist Xie accepted the money, took out three portions of medicinal liquid and five liang of Exotic Beast Meat from the counter, and handed them to Fang Mo.

"Senior Brother Ding, this medicine is for you!" Fang Mo caught up with Ding Zhiyuan, who was about to leave, and handed him the medicine.

"Just take it—it's only a bottle of medicine!" Ding Zhiyuan said with a smile, trying to refuse.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Ding, but I bought three bottles, enough for me!" Fang Mo stuffed the medicine back into Ding Zhiyuan's hand once more. He could tell that Ding Zhiyuan came from a well-off family and was not short of money, but he did not want to owe others too much.

"All right, I'll take it, then!" Ding Zhiyuan stopped refusing and accepted the medicine. "A few of us senior and junior brothers are going out for a get-together tonight. Want to join us for a drink?"

"No." Fang Mo shook his head with a smile. "I still want to train a little longer. My body's weak—I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the assessment within half a year."

"All right, but make sure you get enough rest too!" Ding Zhiyuan nodded and called for the others to leave.

"Senior Brother Ding, why bother with him? With his physique, there's no way he'll reach Bright Force in half a year!"

"Exactly. There's no need to treat him so well! What a waste of effort!" Several trainees spoke as they walked away.

Ding Zhiyuan looked back at Fang Mo, who had resumed his stance training, and said wistfully, "Seeing how hard he works just makes me feel something. The martial path is too difficult. It isn't easy for those walking the same road—if I can help, then I'll lend a hand!"

Hearing this, everyone turned back to look at the lonely, slender figure in the courtyard, and they all fell silent.

That was right! The martial path was far too difficult!

Even they did not know how many of them would be able to stay. If they could not break through, they too would probably have to leave this path!

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