Wang Daoyuan had his elder brother distribute one river delicacy to every household in the village, leaving twenty or thirty fish, turtles, shrimp, and crabs. Mortal fire was still useful for fish, turtles, shrimp, and crabs that had not entered a grade, but it was useless against a low-grade First-order crocodile.
Neither of them was a Fire Attribute cultivator, so they could only roast the crocodile with a fire-attribute talisman.
After gutting the crocodile and stripping off its scales and armor, Wang Daoyuan used the Profound Sun Sword and two stones to set up a simple roasting rack. He took out a Tier One High-Grade fire-attribute talisman, activated it, and roasted the crocodile with spiritual flame.
This extravagantly rich display made Wang Daoxing's eyelids twitch. A single Tier One High-Grade Talisman cost five Spirit Stones! He was not skilled in any of the Hundred Cultivation Arts, so he could not earn many Spirit Stones in a month.
Wang Daoyuan handed the remaining river delicacies to his father to save for the family to eat.
The crocodile was soon roasted. The two tore off large chunks of meat and ate with great relish.
His eldest nephew watched until drool ran from his mouth, then ran over hoping to get some meat. Wang Daoyuan picked him up and carried him aside. "Only cultivators can eat this crocodile meat. An ordinary person might die from a single bite. If you want meat, go ask Grandpa for some. You can eat that."
Ordinary people's bodies were far too frail. They could only eat spiritual foods that had not entered a grade. Other than spiritual grains, whose spiritual energy was exceptionally mild, even a little bit of graded spiritual food could prove fatal.
San Wa was also craving it terribly and wanted a little crocodile