Eating, Sleeping, Fighting the Alien Race

As time went by, the aroma of meat spread layer by layer.

The fat dripped down the browned skin of the meat, falling drop by drop into the fire, sizzling and creating tiny flames, which in turn released an even more enticing aroma.

Several people sat around the fire, their throats bobbing, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Before Qin Wangchuan could speak, Chu Wujiu, who could no longer contain himself, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

He had only chewed a couple of times when his eyes widened suddenly. He pointed at the piece of meat and couldn't utter a coherent sentence for a long time.

"Holy crap, this, this--!"

Seeing that he could barely speak, the others didn't ask any more questions. They each took the portion that Qin Wangchuan handed them and took a bite.

Juice overflowing.

The meat is incredibly flavorful.

Tasty!

Even Mo Yan, who had been hiding behind and assisting, was flattered and took a bite, his eyes widening in surprise.

"This meat tastes... really good."

He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of meat is it?"

"Flame-Patterned Ox." Qin Wangchuan flipped the meat over the fire. "The marbling is fine and even, the fat is evenly distributed, and it'll be very juicy when roasted."

Yun Zexuan chewed slowly, then suddenly stopped, as if deep in thought.

"Flame-Patterned Ox belongs to the fire element, so it's not only difficult to roast, but even if it is, it won't taste good."

"How did you do that?"

"The secret is to poke tiny holes in the meat beforehand, and to use a special sauce," Qin Wangchuan said. "Ye Jianwei discovered it; she likes to tinker with this."

"No wonder."

"Compared to the first time I ate that thing you grilled," Chu Wujiu finally managed to speak coherently, "It's like heaven and earth."

"I finally understand."

Zhao Lingyun savored the lingering taste in his mouth, slowly drawing out his words, "Our His Highness Divine Son is not only exceptionally gifted in cultivation, but also possesses extraordinary comprehension in other areas."

"No wonder he dared to claim he'd practiced for a hundred or two hundred years after only a month or two of training."

Qin Wangchuan simply shook his head, offering no explanation.

During those years of trials, Qin Zhaoer always took care of all the food.

She's quite skilled at cooking, and she can prepare a variety of dishes for each of her three meals a day.

Occasionally, the two would find a spare moment to sneak out of the village to hunt some wild game.

We found a spot by a stream, set up a campfire, and roasted meat and talked under the cover of night, one sentence after another, until the embers died down.

Over time, I developed the skill of grilling meat.

While eating, Chu Wujiu suddenly slapped his thigh and jumped up.

"No way!" he exclaimed. "This stuff is so good, I have to tell them to try it too."

Ji Wuchen glanced at him.

"Li Xuan is currently protecting Li Qingluan and cannot leave."

"Then let's not call him," Chu Wujiu muttered, his face stubborn. "Can't I call someone else?"

Ye Lingchuan just looked at him, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes.

Chu Wujiu right about what he just said.

He was the most ill one.

The group chatted and laughed, exchanging words and picking and choosing, before sending messages to Zhou Yunyi and his group.

Aside from that initial remark, Mo Yan didn't interrupt again.

As an outsider, being able to sit by this fire is already an immense blessing; how could I dare to say anything more?

Moreover...

The few words Old Chen had whispered in his ear just now still weighed heavily on his heart.

When one grill was finished, another one was added.

Just then, a glimmer of golden light suddenly swept across the horizon.

The golden light drew ever closer, transforming into a Three-Legged Divine Bird wreathed in flames, its heatwaves causing the fire to blaze.

The person on the bird's back leaped and landed steadily beside the fire.

Yan Wujin glanced at the group of people sitting around the fire, his gaze lingering on the sizzling, oily meat on the grill, and raised an eyebrow.

"Barbecuing here? You guys are really interested."

"What, you don't know about that?"

"That matter?"

Just then, one of the Qin Clan Disciple who had delivered the ingredients earlier seemed to have received the news. He quickly approached Qin Wangchuan and whispered a few words in his ear.

Qin Wangchuan listened and nodded slightly.

"Alien Race."

"Alien Invasion the neighboring region."

"And their movements were very strange, like they were looking for something."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan's eyes lit up.

He couldn't get a word in edgewise from the moment he sat down; Old Chen's words of advice weighed heavily on his mind, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Now that they finally had an excuse, they hurriedly got up and went forward.

"The Divine Son is right!"

His tone was somewhat urgent.

"When I arrived, I was ordered to go to the neighboring Heavenly Pivot Domain to provide reinforcements. That place has recently been repeatedly harassed by Alien Race, each attack more ferocious than the last, which is why the sect urgently summoned me back."

"However... there's no information regarding what the Alien Race is searching for."

Qin Wangchuan turned the meat in his hand, not responding immediately.

Resisting Foreign Lands is the very mission of the Imperial Clan.

It's perfectly normal for the Qin Clan of this world to pay attention.

But the fact that this news reached his ears means that the matter behind it is probably not as simple as it seems.

A thought quickly formed in his mind.

He took a piece of glistening roasted meat from the fire and casually tossed it toward Yan Wujin.

"Then."

Yan Wujin was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Then Qin Wangchuan stood up and waved his hand.

The remaining meat on the shelf was all put into storage, and the bonfire that had been crackling for a long time was extinguished, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

"Let's go then."

"Let's go?" Yan Wujin asked vaguely, gnawing on the piece of meat. "Where to?"

"Kill the Alien Race."

"Kill Alien Race?" Chu Wujiu's eyes lit up. He swallowed the meat in his mouth whole, stood up abruptly, and exclaimed, "Great! This meal has given me so much energy; I was just wondering where to vent it!"

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, as if he wanted to rush over any moment now.

No one else was as noisy as him.

Ji Wuchen brushed the crumbs off his clothes and stood up.

Yun Zexuan and Zhao Lingyun exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and each packed their things.

Ye Lingchuan took one last look at the wisp of smoke that was about to dissipate, then stood up.

Mo Yan stood to the side, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

With the Alien Invasion, the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect, as one of the top sects in the Heavenly Pivot Domain, naturally has to shoulder the responsibility.

But such a calamity could not be stopped by the power of a single sect.

He had previously been considering where to seek help.

In retrospect, all those calculations were unnecessary.

Mo Yan raised his head and looked at the back of the figure that was about to turn and leave.

That's Qin Wangchuan.

Back in the Academy, he single-handedly slaughtered all the Alien Race King Sovereign and their descendants who had broken in.

What trouble can a mere Alien Race tribe cause?