Lin Fan sat cross-legged on the highest golden futon for a quarter of an hour.
Then he opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping around the futon Double Pupils brightened slightly, and a purple-gold light flowed deep within his pupils, thoroughly scanning the dense runes and patterns on the futon.
"That's interesting."
He muttered to himself, "A teleportation array, also known as a guiding array!"
The meditation cushion is indeed a medium.
The surface of the Dao patterns below appears to be just a spirit-gathering array, but deep within it is actually engraved a dark line, which seems to be part of some kind of guiding rune.
When it lights up, you will be teleported to a certain location.
It's highly likely to be the so-called Ultimate Ancient Land.
Lin Fan wasn't in a hurry.
Looking down at the prodigies below who were still fighting tooth and nail for the remaining few prayer cushions, and then at the slowly swirling golden light in front of him, he suddenly felt a little bored.
"It will probably take a while longer..."
He muttered something to himself, then shouted down, " Ji Kun! Take it off the heat!"
Ji Kun paused for a moment at the bottom of the Immortal Ladder, then immediately reacted, as if a switch had been flipped, and pulled a large black pot from his storage ring at lightning speed.
"Your Highness, what kind of meat would you like to eat?"
Ji Kun ascended the Heavenly Ladder without anyone daring to stop him. Everyone knew who his master was. Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner!
" Long Aotian's..."
Upon hearing this, Ji Kun jumped, almost slipping down the steps. He touched his storage ring, his lips twitching slightly.
"The Imperial Prince... brought..."
"But that's Long Aotian's hind leg meat!"
This was the good meat that Ji Kun found Long Aotian had left that day, so he saved it and never thought of eating it.
Upon hearing Ji Kun and Lin Fan's voices, everyone's lips curled into a wide grin.
Someone opened their mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
No, this... this is the Ultimate Ancient Pass! The immortal Immortal Stele that everyone's fighting tooth and nail for! We're fighting to the death, and you're just roasting meat on it?
Moreover, the one he was eating was none other than Long Aotian, the legendary dragon prince of the dragon Dragon Clan, possessing the Long Aotian Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique...
Lin Fan said calmly, "No need to save it for the New Year. Light the fire; this imperial prince is hungry. Watching a play always requires some snacks."
Ji Kun remained silent for two breaths.
Then, under the dumbfounded gazes of the surrounding cultivators, he took out a piece of golden dragon leg meat that was larger than a cow from his storage ring.
"Buzz!"
The dragon leg meat still retained a faint trace of dragon might, its surface golden, with the patterns of dragon scales faintly visible flowing across the skin.
"Holy shit!"
"Is it really Long Aotian's leg meat? Even in death, it still exudes a terrifying dragon's might."
"You're saving the emperor's stuff for barbecue? You old gourmand!"
Discussions rose and fell.
But Ji Kun had already quickly set up a fire, and then took out a bunch of bottles and jars, skillfully smearing oil and sprinkling seasoning on the dragon meat.
His movements were fluid and graceful; it was clear this wasn't his first time doing this.
Firelight rose, and the aroma of meat wafted out.
The golden oil sizzled over the fire, its aroma, imbued with the lingering fragrance of the laws, drifting upwards layer by layer along the Immortal Ladder.
"No, what's that smell? It smells so good..."
The unique, rich aroma of dragon meat, mixed with the sweet scent of spiritual herbs, stood out prominently amidst the storm of laws, causing even the cultivators engaged in fierce combat to momentarily lose their senses.
One of the men's sword-wielding hands trembled slightly. "It looks like... roasted meat? Who the hell is roasting meat on the Immortal Ladder?!"
"It seems to be the Lin Clan son."
"Hmm... then it's alright."
Someone seemed to want to say something, opened their mouth, then closed it again.
At the top of the Immortal Ladder, Lin Fan took out a low table and two chairs and placed them next to the futon.
He sat down, crossed his legs, and waved down at the crowd. " Five-Crown King, want a skewer?"
The Five-Crown King sat cross-legged on the second-tier prayer mat, his eyes closed, offering no response, but his Adam's apple bobbed and his nose twitched.
Lin Fan didn't care.
He tore off a piece of golden dragon meat, blew on it to cool it down, took a bite, squinted his eyes, and let out a satisfied sigh, "Mmm, just right."
At the foot of the Immortal Ladder, everyone's gaze began to wander.
Even the cultivators who were vying for the third prayer mat were a beat slower than before.
Dragon Clan are treasures from head to toe, not to mention the flesh of the Dragon Clan strongest prodigy.
The aroma of that meat was simply too good to pass up! It wasn't just the smell; it also carried a Spiritual Qi of the life essence released by the Dragon Clan bloodline as it was roasted.
Taking a whiff of it, I vaguely felt my bottleneck loosen up a little.
Someone couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Holy crap, no, I think... I can smell my neck is loosening."
Stop smelling it, it's making me hungrier.
"Let me just say this: if the Imperial Prince's behavior were on any ancient battlefield, he would be ganged up on and beaten up."
Do you think anyone would dare to touch him?
"... Too."
Another fifteen minutes passed.
The Five-Crown King had his eyes closed and his breathing was steady, but if you looked closely, the restrained Sword Intent between his brows seemed to twitch slightly.
I finally couldn't hold it in any longer...
Lin Fan added fuel to the fire, smacking his lips as he said, "Tsk tsk, this dragon meat isn't roasted enough. Next time, I'll have to ask Ji Kun to use a different kind of seasoning."
"Give me a skewer?"
The Five-Crown King finally spoke, his voice neither loud nor soft, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, a little embarrassed.
Lin Fan looked up, a grin spreading across his face. "Come on, this imperial prince won't enjoy eating alone!"
The Five-Crown King descended the Immortal Ladder, sat down on the edge of the stone platform opposite Lin Fan, took the dragon meat skewer handed to him by Ji Kun, and took a bite.
"Um."
He chewed a few times, his brow twitching slightly. "Not bad."
Lin Fan took a bite. "Of course, the meat of True Dragon is firm, no worse than that of Golden-Winged Great Peng."
The Five-Crown King took another bite. "You didn't actually stew Long Aotian, did you?"
Lin Fan laughed, "Otherwise what? I even shared some of his dragon meat with Feng Jiuge. Feng Jiuge said she wanted to pair it with the Phoenix Clan's spirit wine, a perfect match, but unfortunately, I don't know where he went."
The Five-Crown King paused for a moment, seemingly thinking about something, then didn't press further, but simply took another bite of meat.
"Here, give me some!"
Lin Fan smiled and poured him a glass of wine, "This is the top-rated wine from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. I've stored quite a lot of it; there's plenty for you. Enjoy your wine."
The Five-Crown King took the glass, glanced at the amber liquid inside, then at Lin Fan's harmless face, remained silent for a moment, and then tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp.
"Good wine."
He said, then picked up another skewer of dragon meat, chewing it a few times faster than before.
The two sat at the top of the Immortal Ladder, one gnawing on dragon meat, occasionally clinking their wine cups, while a fierce battle for the prayer mats raged below.
Below the Immortal Ladder, someone who witnessed this scene twitched at the corner of their mouth. "So... even the Five-Crown King was bribed by the Emperor's roasted meat?"
"You're wrong. He wasn't bribed; he conceded. He conceded to this opponent, and he conceded to this meal."
"Wow, what kind of move is that?"
"You wouldn't understand a dinner party between the powerful."
Ji Kun squatted by the fire, flipping meat skewers in his hands, muttering, "The Emperor's moves are truly amazing. He subdues one, then uses roasted meat to take down the second one..."
On the other side, on the prayer mat, the burly man carrying a giant sword twitched his nose.
His gaze unconsciously drifted several times in the direction from which the aroma was coming, but he quickly looked away, pretending to be calm.
Lin Fan and the Five-Crown King drank and grilled meat casually.
The golden light above the Immortal Ladder was still swirling, but it was no longer so urgent. This ultimate battle, which had lasted for several days, was slowly coming to an end in an unexpected way.
At the same time, in Qing Province, Three Thousand Provinces.
Before the gate of an ancient Quasi-Emperor lineage, a thin crack suddenly appeared in the sky.
The gap was not like an ordinary void rift; it was more like a door being pushed open from the outside, with pale golden law patterns slowly flowing along its edges.