Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Chapter 701: Chapter 701 Green Hill Fox
 

The Haotian Realm does not belong solely to the human Immortals.

The Monster Race, which evolved from Monster Beasts, is not a bit weaker than the human race in terms of number or power.

In fact, if we consider the territories they occupy, they even vastly surpass it!

For example, Manglong Mountain Range, which stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, is strictly Monster Race territory.

Therefore, it’s quite common to encounter the Monster Race, even in the peripheral areas.

However, the human form this member of the Monster Race had transformed into was nearly perfect, and even the breath it exuded had no loopholes, so ordinary Cultivators would be unable to see through it.

But Wang Chen was no ordinary Purple Mansion.

His Physique had reached the level of Golden Core, his Divine Soul’s attributes far surpassed his peers, and with the aid of an External Core, his Perception was extremely sharp.

When the other party first came in, Wang Chen had not immediately noticed.

But the movement that the other party made when they involuntarily swallowed at the smell of the barbecue gave away a hint, and Wang Chen caught on.

How should it be put, the fox’s tail had shown!

In response to the Monster Race’s curious inquiry, Wang Chen smiled and said, “I guessed.”

The Monster Race was at a loss for words.

After a while, it slowly said, “I like cooked food.”

Wang Chen nodded, “I see.”

His earlier question about whether the other preferred raw or blood food was a careful consideration.

Raw food involves eating prey after slaughtering and bleeding them, while blood food is about swallowing directly—the fuller the blood, the better.

These two different eating habits represent the two major factions of the Monster Race!

As for cooked food, that is an alternative preferred by a minority.

This Monster Race individual who liked cooked food had not shown any hostility towards Wang Chen from beginning to end; based on its appearance and aura, it was obviously close to the human race.

That’s an oddity among the Monster Race oddities!

Wang Chen asked with a smile, “Aren’t you afraid I put something in the meat when I was roasting it just now?”

For many Cultivators, no matter what kind of Monster Race, those are both enemies and resources, and unless one cannot defeat them, they must not be let go.

The relationship between the Monster Race and the human race has always been extremely tense since ancient times.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

The Monster Race looked at Wang Chen, eyes gleaming with a strange light, “There is no Blood Fiend Energy on you, nor any Grievance or evil energy, you are a Cultivator who adheres to the righteous path.”

“Uh…”

Since traversing through the Mountain and Sea Realm to the Haotian Realm, Wang Chen was hearing for the first time that he was considered a righteous path Cultivator.

And this “person” was actually a monster.

He felt rather moved and said, “Righteous path Cultivators also regard monsters as enemies.”

For Cultivators in the Haotian Realm, slaughtering the Monster Race is driven not just by benefit, but also by the choice of camps.

Standing on the side of the human race, confronting the Monster Race is righteous!

“I know.”

The Monster Race smiled and said, “That’s why you’re a good person.”

Wang Chen shook his head, “Good people don’t live long, ah!”

He didn’t continue the topic, “It’s fate that we meet, regardless of Monster or human, since you like cooked food, I’ll make you a Beggar’s Chicken, you’ll definitely like it.”

“Beggar’s Chicken?”

The Monster Race immediately showed an eager expression, “That’s an interesting name.”

Wang Chen took out two cleaned Tricolor Brocade Chickens ready for cooking and some dried lotus leaves and yellow clay from his Sumeru Ring.

The Tricolor Brocade Chicken is a very delicious type of Spirit Chicken, and many people around Yongle Immortal City raise them on their farms. Wang Chen, because of his love for exotic and delectable foods, had bought some to keep in his Sumeru Ring.

A large part of his Sumeru Ring’s space was used to store ingredients and daily necessities.

He wasn’t one to treat himself poorly when away from home.

The Tricolor Brocade Chicken was already marinated, so he wrapped it tightly in lotus leaves, tied it up with sturdy grass ropes, and finally covered it with a thick layer of yellow mud before stuffing it into the bonfire to bake.

The Monster Race member watched with interest as Wang Chen prepared the Beggar’s Chicken and even moved to sit directly across from him.

Wang Chen didn’t feel threatened, and after cleaning off the yellow mud from his hands, he poured a cup of Spiritual Tea for the other party, “Have some tea. The Beggar’s Chicken will take a bit of time to fully cook.”

Normally it would take one or two hours, but since Wang Chen had thrown several pieces of Spirit Wood into the fire, the cooking time would be greatly reduced.

“Thank you.”

The Monster Race member received the Spiritual Tea with easy grace and gave Wang Chen an open, toothy smile.

Its teeth were snow-white, with particularly sharp canines on both sides—it actually looked quite endearing!

The desolate old house was quiet, the long night cold and lonely; having a person or a demon to talk with wasn’t so bad.

Wang Chen took a sip of tea and said, “My name is Wang Chen, from Yongle Immortal City.”

The Monster Race member hesitated for a moment before replying, “Hu Jiao, from Green Hill.”

Wang Chen almost spat out his tea.

Though he had guessed that the other was from the Fox Tribe of the Monster Race, he hadn’t expected them to be from Green Hill.

Green Hill was the Fox Tribe’s Holy Land, coming from there was equal to being from the Capital City.

It belied status akin to that of Heavenly Dragon People, the Heavenly Dragon Fox!

Wang Chen set down his tea cup and gave a respectful bow, “My apologies, my apologies.”

Hu Jiao gave Wang Chen a look and then sighed deeply, “You don’t understand…”

Wang Chen felt this fox had its quirks.

So did he.

However, now that the conversation had opened up, the relationship between the man and the demon seemed to have warmed, Hu Jiao was very curious about Wang Chen’s background, and Wang Chen also wanted to learn about the Monster Race, resulting in a quite pleasant exchange between them.

But as time passed, an enchanting fragrance wafted out from the bonfire, causing an increasingly restless Hu Jiao, who was on the verge of wagging a tail back and forth.

The Tricolor Brocade Chicken was a very fine ingredient to begin with, and the sauce Wang Chen had used to marinate was specially prepared; roasted by the Spirit Wood, the released fragrance was absolutely irresistible.

Wang Chen, who had tasted it before, was fine, but the Green Hill fox seemed to be at his mercy, struggling to engage in conversation, with his shiny black eyes irresistibly drifting towards the bonfire.

Wang Chen chuckled, “Just a little while longer, about the time it takes an incense stick to burn.”

Hu Jiao swallowed instinctively, “It’s okay, I can wait.”

A faint blush suddenly appeared on its face.

In fact, there was a hint of allure.

Wang Chen managed to see it and his mind wavered for a moment before he discreetly averted his gaze.

Neither he nor Hu Jiao spoke again.

The atmosphere inside the house turned eerie.

Only when the aroma of the Tricolor Brocade Chicken reached its peak did Wang Chen reach into the bonfire and pull out the Beggar’s Chicken.

Unfazed by the high temperature on the surface, he cracked open the thick, hardened clay shell and handed the whole roast chicken, still wrapped in lotus leaves, to Hu Jiao.

“Try it.”

Hu Jiao was polite, “Thank you.”

It didn’t hesitate to peel back the grease-soaked lotus leaves, revealing the golden-skinned chicken beneath.

A rich and enticing fragrance assailed the senses.

The expression on the face of the Green Hill fox was simply indescribable!

Having prepared two Tricolor Brocade Chickens, Wang Chen kept one for himself and soon joined Hu Jiao in savoring the meal.

Halfway through the meal, Hu Jiao suddenly took out a Purple-skinned Gourd from his Storage Bag.

It took a sip from the gourd.

Then, after a moment of hesitation, it offered the gourd to Wang Chen, “Have some.”

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