Drying Meat, Drying Dragon Meat!

A slice of Dragon Tongue Meat, thin as a cicada's wing, actually had to be cooked for so long before it was done. Wu Chu did not know how to describe Golden Immortal-grade Dragon Meat. He just ate it.

The cooked Dragon Tongue Meat was grayish white. It was not as tough and difficult to chew as he had imagined. Its crystal-clear appearance greatly whetted the appetite. When he bit into it, it was springy and chewy, while an increasingly fragrant meaty aroma spread through his mouth the more he chewed. It truly deserved to be called Dragon Meat.

Without the active energy in its cells causing trouble, Wu Chu wolfed down several pounds of Dragon Tongue Meat in one go. After sensing the speed at which his gastric juices eroded the Dragon Tongue Meat, his frown gradually eased.

Although his gastric juices digested Dragon Meat far more slowly than other foods, at least this Dragon Meat, which lacked active energy protection, could still be digested.

Moreover, after only a tiny bit of Dragon Meat had been digested, a familiar warm current began circulating through his body on its own. It eventually flowed into his Qi Sea and merged with the Five-Colored Mist.

Seeing Wu Chu narrow his eyes with an expression of ultimate bliss, Little Moon Spirit asked, "Brother A Chu, can you digest this Dragon Tongue Meat?"

Wu Chu laughed. "No problem. Its effects are countless times better than that bear meat or Dang Kang Meat! And the rich aroma inside it—awesome!"

Yueling smiled, showing her teeth, and said happily, "Then later, I shall first extract and refine the energy within the Dragon Meat before cooking it."

"That would be excellent! Hahaha... Come, let's dry some Dragon Meat!"

As he spoke, the meat-devouring man picked up a slice of Dragon Tongue Meat and tossed it to Little Wolf Cub. Little Wolf Cub leaped up and caught the Dragon Meat in its mouth, wagging its little tail happily as it smacked its lips.

Although Little Wolf Cub could not help being frightened by the aura of Dragon Meat, it was not nearly as afraid of this Dragon Meat that no longer contained active power.

"Dry Dragon Meat!"

Little Moon Spirit raised her bamboo bowl and clinked it against Wu Chu's. She picked up a slice of meat with her chopsticks and chewed away happily. Her speed made Wu Chu glance sideways; he actually saw an afterimage.

Wu Chu opened his mouth, then silently picked up a slice of Dragon Meat and began chewing slowly. Fine food should be carefully prepared, and finely sliced meat should be carefully cut. It is better to eat slowly for easier digestion.

After eating more than ten pounds of Dragon Meat and feeling his stomach bulge, Wu Chu stopped. "I'm full. I'll leave the rest for you to deal with. I'm going to work."

Little Moon Spirit closed her eyes, stretched out her neck, and hastily swallowed the Dragon Meat in her mouth. "Didn't Brother A Chu say that one should rest for a while after eating?"

"It's fine. Slowly walking from here to there counts as resting."

As he spoke, he carried the bamboo basket onto his back, waved goodbye to Yueling, and headed toward Blood Creek.

In this manner, Wu Chu spent an entire day making who knew how many trips before digging out all the bloody mud and carrying it back. He piled it at the Sacred Tree's roots, forming a ring-shaped hill several meters high and two to three meters wide behind and on both sides of the Sacred Tree.

As this ring-shaped hill of blood grew higher and longer, Little Moon Spirit's expression became increasingly grave, as though she wanted to draw her sword and slash the little hill to pieces.

Yet in the end, she restrained herself. Instead, she stood solemnly before the ring-shaped hill with a serious expression, receiving the baptism of the Dragon Might emanating from the bloody mud.

By then, Little Wolf Cub had already fled far away. Its instinct to seek advantages and avoid harm kept it from daring to remain in front of the small wooden house. The few wild chickens roaming freely in the flower field had also run into the mountains, clearly unable to endure the Dragon Might radiating from the bloody mud.

Wu Chu himself completely ignored the bloody stench and the pressure emanating from this concentration of energy. He had even dared to chop off a dragon tongue. Why would he care about this?

In Wu Chu's opinion, the saying "a dragon's lingering might remains after death" definitely did not refer to Dragon Might. After all, it was already dead, its true spirit dispersed. How could it still emit Dragon Might?

The reason other creatures became afraid upon sensing this aura was probably because they believed the being that had left it behind must have been extremely powerful, so they chose to obey their instincts. As long as they knew it was dead, they could surely overcome that instinct.

Yueling's decision to face it was likely her way of challenging that instinct.

When the sun set and Wu Chu saw Little Moon Spirit still struggling against the ring-shaped hill, he simply went off to sleep. He was not hungry anyway, and the Dragon Meat in his stomach had yet to be fully digested.

After working all day, he was somewhat exhausted.

Carrying back the bloody mud was not tiring. What truly exhausted him was having to constantly use mana to keep the bloody mud from touching his body, so his mana consumption had been enormous.

After sleeping, then practicing cultivation with that clumsy method for a while, the long night would pass.

When he woke up, the bloody ring-shaped hill was no longer as vividly colored. It was covered in cracks, and tree roots could be seen through them. The entire giant tree seemed to have come alive overnight, though no new buds had appeared on its trunk.

Looking at those cracks, Wu Chu could not help feeling a sense of accomplishment. At the same time, he looked forward to the Sacred Tree sprouting new branches again. Only then would there be good fruit to eat in the future, the Innate Guardian Formation in this region could be repaired, and his safety would be better guaranteed.

Life was getting better and better now, so Wu Chu naturally did not want any accidents to occur.

"Little Moon Spirit, how are you feeling?"

Seeing Little Moon Spirit still sitting before the hill and contending with the Dragon Might, Wu Chu asked.

"Brother A Chu is awake." Little Moon Spirit opened her eyes and smiled. "I feel much better than yesterday. Is Brother A Chu hungry? I'll cook some Dang Kang Meat for you!"

"No rush. I'm not hungry yet." Wu Chu waved a hand. "Continue cultivating here. Once you can get close to that Azure Dragon someday, I won't have to go through so much trouble."

"Then... all right!"

"Mm, keep cultivating. I'm going to study some things so I can rebuild a prettier house later." Wu Chu waved and turned away.

Food was no longer a problem; clothing remained impossible, so he could only keep wearing that set of clothes that was nearly worn out. If there was truly no other choice later, he could only wear animal hides. Housing was also an issue, but when he thought of that shabby house, it really was rather embarrassing. As for travel, he did not even want to consider it. There was nothing fun outside anyway, so why go out? To get beaten up?

With Little Moon Spirit as his handy helper, he only needed to solve the problem of mortise-and-tenon joinery to build a beautiful house. In any case, he had nothing else to do besides cultivate, so he could treat it as a way to kill time when bored. In this Primordial World, time was the cheapest thing of all.

After using mana to wash up, he went to the toilet to relieve the pressure in his bowels. Stretching his body in the lake breeze, he saw a bright red figure leap from the lake.

Seeing the crimson figure swimming toward him with its flame-like tail fin wagging, Wu Chu could not help laughing. He waved and greeted it, "Yo! Little Red, good morning! Out for a stroll?"