The Flood Dragon Feast had been meticulously prepared, and with Kong Delun, a direct-line grandson of the Kong Family, present, the Kong Family Restaurant served the dishes exceptionally quickly. Everyone ate each dish as it arrived, and the moment they finished, the next one appeared.
Charcoal-grilled dragon neck, flash-boiled dragon stomach, soy-braised dragon meat, braised dragon strips, spicy diced dragon, red-braised dragon tail, stewed dragon claws, dragon blood cakes, dragon tendon hotpot, sautéed dragon liver, stir-fried dragon kidneys, sweet-and-sour dragon ribs, fried dragon skin, and more-a total of thirty-six dishes made from Flood Dragon arrived in succession.
They ate a Flood Dragon from head to tail, from outside to inside, displaying the Human Race's innate racial talent to the fullest.
Halfway through the meal, Fang Yun made up his mind: he would establish an enormous Flood Dragon tribe in the Bloodmang Realm. While alive, they would serve as training opponents for the Human Race; after death, they could rest in peace in people's stomachs.
The segmented dragon bones resembled an enormous scorpion and were commonly called "dragon scorpions." Served as the final dish, they had everyone eating the meat and sucking out the marrow, offering endless praise.
After finishing the last dragon scorpion hotpot, everyone still wanted more.
"How much must this cost? An ordinary Flood Dragon Feast could never have this many dishes, and we've had three tables of it!" Li Fanming asked.
Kong Delun smiled. "Probably over ten million. I don't know the exact amount either."
Silence fell over the courtyard. Most of those present were wealthy or distinguished, and many came from great families, yet hearing that a single meal had cost ten million taels still startled them. It was simply too extravagant. If word got out, the Ritual Hall would inevitably censure them.
Fang Yun said,