The Willow Deity moved.
An iridescent, translucent willow branch rose from the charred stump.
A soft emerald dome descended, sealing the enormous mountain of meat firmly within.
The dome closed.
That Supreme pressure and fiercely invasive aura were completely cut off.
As though granted a royal pardon, Shi Feijiao rolled over and sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.
Shi Linhu shakily climbed to his feet, picked up his axe, and forcefully wiped the fine beads of cold sweat from his forehead.
Shi Hou stood before the Black Pot, tilting his head to look at the dangling willow branch.
He grinned, revealing two rows of stark white teeth, and raised his right hand with his thumb extended.
"If this aroma drifted outside... You really did think of everything, venerable elder. We make a great team."
The willow branch swayed gently, seemingly responding to this cheeky compliment.
Shi Hou raised the enormous gray boning blade.
An exceptionally festive blast of suona music erupted right on cue across his retina.
BGM: "Good Days." BPM: 250.
Red and green notes cascaded down like a frenzied waterfall.
Shi Hou shuffled his feet, his wrist turning at lightning speed as the blade instantly became a storm.
The back of the blade struck the mountain of meat heavily, producing dull thuds. The high-frequency vibrations forcibly squeezed the remaining pooled blood and scant impurities from the thick muscle fibers.
The blade slipped smoothly along the dark purple grain. This meat had been nurtured in the space for over a year, its toxins long since broken down completely. All that remained was divine essence concentrated to its utmost limit.
Swish, swish, swish!
The mountain of meat was evenly broken down into palm-sized cubes.
Each piece was marbled red and white, its plump fat so thick it looked as