The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 95 - 77: Stone Burst Beef (Update with 10 Consecutive Releases 5)

Chapter 95: Chapter 77: Stone Burst Beef (Update with 10 Consecutive Releases 5)

Ning Xiaoxian stood up casually and laughed: "Since Master Liu has requested it, I will respectfully comply. Consider it a celebration of the merchant team’s huge earning." She looked up at the moonlit night, "I cannot rush preparing food; it will take at least a little over two hours to prepare. If everyone can wait, how about I make tonight’s supper an extra special one?"

"Great!" Everyone jubilantly responded in unison.

In any world, celebration typically involves eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, and either classy or not-so-classy shows. Where in this wilderness can one find fun? Having delicious food is indeed a great way to celebrate.

"Master Liu, please come with me to prepare the vegetables. If there are two other brothers in the team who are good with a knife, please come help me as well! I also need a few idle brothers to pick some pebbles from the creek nearby, wash them, and bring them back," Ning Xiaoxian started to assign tasks. Jokingly, this was a feast for over two hundred people, how could she handle it alone? Since Liu Yimian got her into this, she had to drag him down too.

"Pebbles?" Everyone was puzzled; it was the first time they heard that cooking required such things, truly intriguing. Immediately, three or four people joyfully stood up and went to pick them up.

Liu Yimian willingly came over, followed by three clerks from the team who were usually skilled knife users, now merrily coming over to help her out.

Now I have helpers under my command! She pointed at the wild buffalo and commanded sweetly, "Remove the shoulder meat, ribs, loin strips, and rib meat for granny here!"

"..."

Liu Yimian was too stingy when cooking; only the buffalo’s legs were taken, leaving all the good meat untouched, which now advantageously fell into her hands. Raw meat shouldn’t be left out too long in this hot weather, so she unapologetically used it.

She directed the helpers and herself to slice the buffalo meat uniformly into three-millimeter-thickness slices, neither too thick nor too thin. Indeed, she once again ’borrowed’ a recipe from Earth’s chefs – "Pebbled Exploding Beef."

The buffalo meat was tough; only the most tender shoulder meat and waist meat must be selected to make this dish delicious. That moment revealed the clerks’ knife skills, slicing fast as lightning. Unknown to her, her own slicing skill appeared exceptional in others’ eyes too; her slices were even in thickness, beautiful to behold on the table. During the past twenty or so days with Changtian, his training had unconsciously steadied her hand, sharpened her eye, and naturally elevated her knife skills.

The pebble-gathering guys came back. She then sent a few more to pick vegetables, and having marinated the well-sliced meat in Sichuan peppercorns, cumin, and homemade thirteen spices mix, she massaged the meat in the basin while listening to whistle tell stories. Given the short time, a bit of massage was necessary to season the meat quickly.

Along the way, she had painstakingly picked many herbs and spices from the woods, washed, dried, and ground them into powder. Today was good; everything would be used up in one go, and from tomorrow, she must laboriously start accumulating again.

In the campsite, everyone rushed whistle to resolve their doubts: "Didn’t Frater Niu Bizi wear a powerful protective magic tool? Your Dagger couldn’t penetrate the first two times, how did it succeed on the last attempt? Could it be the Artifact Spirit ran out of Spiritual Power?"

Whistle shook his head and took out two daggers from his chest, placing them on the ground.

What does this mean? Everyone looked at each other puzzled, but after a long wait, he just wouldn’t speak.

"Look closely!" Whistle spoke softly.

"Hmm—, the knife handles are different. Are these two different daggers?" Someone finally noticed something.

"Correct. I have been using this pair of daggers. The first two attempts stabbing that cultivator were also with this pair," he took out two more daggers from his chest, paired them up properly—indeed they were two pairs, making four daggers in total.

Then what? Everyone eagerly watched him. This guy talked too laboriously, really not a good storyteller. But his reply to this question was desperately needed!

"The last time I stabbed him, it was with this one." He picked one dagger from inside, showing it to everyone.

...

A gust of Qingfeng blew over, leading to an awkward silence. Finally, someone clapped their head and stood up: "Ah, it was this one!" Everyone looked at him with admiration: "Which one?"

"This one, the different one from the other three!"

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