Eating Cured Meat With Tears in Eyes
Chapter 646: Eating Cured Meat With Tears in Eyes
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Li Nianfang picked out the dragonfruit’s seeds and cut the rest of the flesh into pieces to be divided up amongst the group. The taste was exactly as how he remembered it but alas the texture was found to be less than desirable. "This dragonfruit’s cultivation method needs to be improved. The texture is still slightly off. You all will know what I’m talking about once I grow it myself."
The group had no doubt about what he said and nodded accordingly. They would never be stupid enough to argue with Li Nianfang. Besides, there was still a significant difference between this dragonfruit and the rest of Li Nianfang’s fruit. The dragonfruit was, after all, made up by the energetic beings.
‘Should I leave?" The Chaos energetic beings thought to themselves.
"There’s so much dragon meat! There’s simply too much!" Li Nianfang became deep in thought. He decided to give out the dragon meat to the people around him. This way they would owe him a favour and strengthen their bonds.
"Empress Nuwa, I plan to make these into cured meat. Why don’t you come and get them when they’re ready and share them with the people from Xia Kingdom and Spiritual Mountain," said Li Nianfang with a smile.
"Ok, I thank you on their behalf, Lord Saint," said Nuwa. She was grinning from ear to ear.
The rest of the days went by in a blur for those residing in the four-part architecture. They needed to remove the dragon scales, peel off the skin, remove the tendons and cut into manageable pieces in preparation for curing it. It was tedious work indeed.
From time to time, Li Nianfang was grappled with a sense of surrealism at how the four-part architecture had become a slaughterhouse for dragon meat. When that happened, he would become more pumped up for he was sure the previous him could not imagine the scene before him now.
After all, what he held in his hands was stuff of legends and myth. It was a freaking real dragon for crying out loud. A mere mortal like him coming face to face with so many dragons, albeit they were all dead, was a miracle in itself. He was sure he had done all who had transmigrated before proud!
‘I should not waste any Dragon part. I can use the scales to make some clothes. As for the blood, maybe I can make it into a medicinal bath or realize my dream of making a dragon blood wine. Hmm, what should I do with the tendons? Oh I know, I can make it into a bow. I bet I’ll look cool with the new weapon!’ Li Nianfang was like a little kid in a candy shop as he planned out what he was going to make with every inch of the dragon’s body.
‘Oh, I almost forgot! I’ll still need to patch up Blackie’s leather pants. Not a day goes by where I don’t worry about him. Since the hole is directly where his butthole is, maybe I should do a patch in a mosaic pattern. Haha!’
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Spiritual Mountain, the Big Lord Demon was sitting in the middle of a group of bald-headed devotees with a shawl wrapped around his body. He was receiving a Buddhist’s baptism and chanting the sutras as penance for all his previous sins.
He gazed around the shiny bald heads around a face that said he had nothing to live for anymore as he was handled like a puppet by the monks. He sighed internally and thought, ‘To think that buddhism used to be the demons’ number one enemy. Heck, it was even wiped out by Luohou once. And now look at me, sitting here amongst these bald-headed donkeys. Woe is me. Well, if you can’t fight them, join them. Anyways, it’s better to be still alive than living a life of fear outside’.
At the same time, on the Dragon Planet, an infinite dragon force blanketed the planet while the cries of the strongest Heavenly Dragon echoed through the air. The chief of the Heavenly Dragon Race sported a pair of shiny silver horns on their head and was born with two pupils in each eye. He was sitting on the Heavenly Dragon throne while a powerful aura continuously streamed out of his body. It was this aura that his ministers willingly subjugated to.
Inside the main hall stood the five elders of the five dragon tribes with an ashen look on their faces.
"Is there still no news from the three elders?" The Heavenly Dragon Chief asked.
"I’m afraid not," said one of the dragon tribe elders. "But we’ve already sent more men to investigate. We’ll soon have our answers."
The Heavenly Dragon Chief slammed down his palm on the table. "Useless! You’re all useless!" shouted him angrily, "Didn’t you all swore an oath that the three elders have captured a Chaos Heavenly Dragon girl, who is the most talented of all the Dragon’s bloodline, and would soon become the wife for the prince? Do you think it’s funny to lie to me?
With great expectations came great disappointments. He had the wedding all planned out and if the dragon girl was as good as they said, then he would not even mind being the groom. He was all pumped up at the thought of the Heavenly Dragon Race’s revival and had been waiting patiently for the good news. But it was like the three elders had disappeared from the face of the universe since the last message. How could he not be angry now?
Suddenly,
"Spit it out! What did you discover?" The Heavenly Dragon Chief asked coldly.
"We discovered their aura was all over the place and that no new aura could be detected. They’re all dead!" The follower lamented.
The five tribal elders’ faces turned purple with rage.
"Who dares to kill our Heavenly Dragon Race?"
"Their aura was all over the place? Could they have moved their corpses?"
"We shall not take this lying down! They’re obviously trying to provoke us!"
"We must avenge them by killing them all!"
Their voices were full of arrogance and bloodlust.
The Heavenly Dragon Chief did not say anything as he sat quietly on the throne with his eyes closed. He waited for the ruckus to die down before saying anything, "Do you know where they are now?"
"Their last location was somewhere in the Area of the Gods. I did not look further than that and from what I know, none of the dragons from the other tribes survived as well," replied the follower.
The Heavenly Dragon Chief nodded his head. "According to the information given by the three elders, the Chaos Heavenly Dragon bloodline came from the Area of the Gods, right? It seems like she did not come from a simple background. All of the dragon tribes had been summoned to the ancient battleground and yet only the dragons from the Area of the Gods survived."
He paused for effect before continuing on. "Send a message to all the other Dragons in the Chaos stating that the Heritage from the ancient battleground had fallen into the hands of someone from the Area of the Gods and who killed all the other Dragons. Tell them I would be more than willing to join forces with them to enact justice upon the culprits"
"Yes, sir!" The follower then left the main hall to spread the message.
After that, all the different Dragon tribes in Chaos received the message.
"How dare they kill our race?" The Dragon Horse Tribe said.
"What exactly is the Heritage in the ancient battleground? It must be very powerful for everyone wanting to get their hands on it."
"Area of the Gods? I’ve always wanted to go there. I pledge my allegiance to join forces."
"The Dragons in the Area of the Gods must be fakes. We are the true bloodline."
"I’m not scared with the Heavenly Dragon by our side. We’ll be unstoppable with their power."
The various Dragon tribes sent in their reply and began to gather their power. The momentum created a dark stream aiming straight for the Area of the Gods.
Five days passed by in a blink of an eye. Li Nianfang had finished making his cured meat and given them to the people at the Heavenly Palace. On the very same day, the Heavenly Palace organised a party to taste the cured meat and flat peach. The happiest of them all were the Kirins for they and the Dragons were natural born enemies.
"So this is what the Heavenly Dragon from the Chaos tastes like. From the looks of the flesh alone, one could tell they are a very powerful race."
"Yes! I can’t believe we’re eating the meat of our natural born enemy! It tastes so good! Hahahah."
"We’re so lucky to have the expert as a friend."
Meanwhile, at the Empath Sect, Qin Zhongshan was carrying a bundle of cured meat with a wide grin on his face. It took all of Qin Yun and Qin Chuyue’s willpower to stop themselves from eating all the cured meat then and there.
"It’s nice of the expert to give us all these cured meat. We’re so blessed to have him as a friend."
"What have we done to deserve his kindness?"
"I can’t wait! I want to eat it now!"
"No, we have to offer it to the Buddha first to show our sincerity."
Jiechi, the Buddha, and the group of monks stared in a daze at the cured meat offering in front of them. They started to chant. They were monks who had taken a vow to abstain from meat. Was the expert testing their resolve by giving them the cured meat?
"I know!" Jiech saidi suddenly. "The expert wants us to use these cured meat in our buddhahood training. We should practice our willpower by only chanting at the meat and not eating it."
"Isn’t this a form of torture?" The Big Lord Demon asked. He was visibly dumbfounded and drools were trickling out of his mouth. "I’m going crazy! I want to eat some meat! Even a lick would do. I don’t want to be a monk anymore. I beg of you, please…" It was the first time the poor Big Lord Demon came across a meat as fragrant as the one before him.
Li Nianfang had no ulterior motive for giving out the cured meat and yet his act had caused quite a ruckus in the Area of the Gods, attracting the attention of everyone. Those who had received the cured meat from him naturally became cocky and could not wait to show off the gift of honor. On the opposite end, those that did not receive the cured meat became gloomy and swore to themselves they would work harder at befriending the expert.
Three days passed again and the night air was as cold as ice water. Outside of the Chaos gathered a terrifying energy as they shot across the sky, leaving the air trembling in their wake. The group was led by the Heavenly Dragon Chief as they aimed straight for the Area of the Gods. There were only two things in his mind — revenge and Dragin. He would not stop at anything to make her the bride for his son.
"Dragons, now is the time for us to take over the Area of the Gods!" He said in a rousing voice.
"Yes! We’ll show them what the Dragons are made of!"
"I bet there’s nothing great about the Area of the Gods anyways."
"There are all kinds of powerful people in the Area of the Gods. It would be prudent for us to keep our heads low to gain a footing in the situation first."
After the discussions ended, they majestically entered the Area of the Gods. As soon as they were within the city, they became attracted by the things around them but the feeling was soon replaced with overwhelm at the vastness of the place.
"Where should we go first?" Someone asked.
The Heavenly Dragon Chief closed his eyes to better trace the aura of the dead Heavenly Dragons. In a few seconds or so, he opened his eyes and stared fixedly in a particular direction. "Everyone, follow me!"
The group did as he ordered and soon arrived in a mountainous area. On top of each mountain stood a glittering gold temple and buddhist music could be heard coming out of them.
"Too noisy!" The Heavenly Dragon Chief frowned and unleashed a terrifying energy which wiped out all of the temples. Only the sound of silence could be heard after that.
"What happened?"
"What a terrifying aura. It’s an enemy attack!"
"Look up at the sky! There’s so many of them and they don’t seem too friendly."
"Quickly ask the Buddha to come here."
The Dragons looked down at the panicking monks from up above the sky. The absurdity of them caused them to laugh out loud.
"Those baldies look like a bunch of ants scurrying on the ground."
"Wow, their heads are super shiny under the night sky."
"There doesn’t seem to be any skilled fighters amongst them. This should be an easy job."
"Huh? Did you guys feel that? It feels like a Dragon’s aura."
The Dragons all fixed their gaze in a particular direction at the same time. They were greeted with a sight of a bundle of cured meat.
"Is that…is that dragon meat? It can’t be!"
"Who would dare to do this?"
"It smells so good. It must taste delicious!"
The sound of collective swallowing caused a ripple in the sky. The Heavenly Dragon Chief was staring at the cured meat too and with a wave of his hand summoned it to him. The fragrance of the cured meat became thicker now that it was so close to him.
"This is indeed made from dragon meat and belongs to one of our elders to boot!" His voice was full of sadness and rage. "He has been turned into cured meat! Poor him!" He then took a bite of the cured meat. "So delicious…" His tears kept on falling. Only he knew those were not tears of sadness but tears of happiness at how delicious the cured meat was.
He took another bite. "How could anyone be so cruel?" The cured meat became lesser by the seconds and the other Dragons elders could not help but say, "Leave some for us!"
"And us! Sharing is caring."
"Never in my life would I expect dragon meat to be so delicious."
"It seems like I have passed the point of no return."
"I have a great idea!"
The rest of the Dragons had to do everything in their power to not run away with the remaining cured meat.
"Amitabha," a voice suddenly said from behind. The voice belonged to Jiechi who was bathed in a golden buddha light. Following behind him was a group of tall monks who were half covered in shawl, revealing their muscular body, which created an impactful visual effect.. They were none other than Heavenly Dragon armies.