Chapter 36: Raw Meat Fresh and Delicious (Part 1)
In just that brief moment, Qin Yifan relied on a slightly deformed kitchen knife to enter the cow's body from the same spot each time, and only with the final blow did he split open the cowhide, instantly dissecting the over-thousand-catty yak into small pieces that would take the tribal butcher two cups of tea to accomplish.
The cowhide and beef seemed to still retain the body temperature of the cow, emitting a faint warmth. The wooden basin on the ground was filled with cow's blood and cow's lower water. Qin Yifan's left hand was holding a piece of hot and steaming beef, standing over there.
Is it divine technique? The crowd is left speechless, unable to find the right words to describe such skill. What's even more astonishing is that after this ordeal, not a single drop of blood has spilled onto the ground - it's no longer just a matter of technical prowess.
Everyone present was an outsider to butchering, and they looked at Qin Yifan as if he were a monster. The rest of the barbarian butchers and cooks had a gleam in their eyes that left no doubt - they must have seen the god they had been searching for. What else could achieve such a level except a god?
The entire banquet hall was as quiet as a still morning, without a single sound, as if a falling needle could trigger a burst of thunder. It remained silent for an unknown period before suddenly erupting. Shouts, cheers, and applause burst out like a tidal wave, rapidly occupying the entire venue, leaving no room to spare.
Male and female voices, one higher than the other, as if at this special moment, no one cares whether they are in the imperial palace or where the emperor is, whether such loud shouting is a breach of etiquette before the ruler. At this moment, no one will care about these things, but just because they saw this incredible skill like a miracle, they can't help but shout loudly, and no one can stop them.
Moreover, the Emperor himself was the one who shouted the loudest on the spot, and not only did he shout loudly, but he even jumped up from his seat. Speaking of impropriety, the most improper person is the Emperor himself. Even with his supreme dignity, he couldn't help but cheer, so how could he possibly investigate everyone present? If all these people were to be punished, who would be left to hold up this vast sky of the imperial court?
Even the few waiters and those kitchen butchers couldn't help but burst into suppressed admiration for Qin Yifan. That butcher still needed so much time to achieve it, and yet he was using professional knives. Qin Yifan had done it with just a single vegetable knife, reaching a realm that even the butcher himself didn't dare imagine. Compared to Qin Yifan, even the butcher felt that his own performance was nothing but dirt, let alone those waiters who were already watching in awe and calling out in amazement.
Qin Yifan stood still, listening to the cheers of the crowd, but his face didn't show any special expression. At this moment, the earth-colored robe he was wearing seemed to have become the most fashionable attire in the capital, and no one thought that he was a country bumpkin standing there; on the contrary, everyone wished they could wear such a robe themselves, hold a vegetable knife in their hand, and savor the flavor of it.
Relying on his profound martial arts skills to bully a few barbarians, even Qin Yifan himself felt a bit embarrassed. If it were an ordinary person, it would be impossible to achieve. Not to mention whether he could withstand the momentum of a thousand-pound rhinoceros with just one swing of his sword, but in such a short period of time, swinging out so many swords was impossible, let alone each sword having to complete that impossible precision in mid-air.
Ox blood is also a very important issue. Just now, Qin Yifan said that ox blood must be drained clean, otherwise there will be a faint bloody smell in the beef. Even if it's an ordinary person, no matter how skilled they are, it's impossible to drain all the fresh blood from a whole cow in such a short time, and even if the knife is very sharp, it's still impossible. It was completely Qin Yifan using his profound internal power to compress the cow's body, forcing all the blood to gather in one place, and also using his internal power to control the blood ball so that it wouldn't splash out before hitting the ground, which created that magical effect.
It's not just a matter of having profound internal energy to achieve this, but also requires precise control. Both are indispensable, and if only the internal energy is strong, it can easily lead to a situation where blood splatters everywhere. Without such precise control, even the great Mahayana practitioners cannot avoid leaving a single drop of blood on the ground, and all the blood not only shines brightly but also gathers in that wooden basin.
What's even more remarkable is his indescribable knife work, which requires speed, accuracy and skill. If it's not fast enough, the cow will fall to the ground before he can complete such a magnificent display of cow carving. If it's not accurate, the cowhide won't be stripped so intact, and the bones won't be removed so cleanly. If the force isn't just right, it's impossible for the entire process to proceed without making even the slightest sound, including no sound of the knife hitting the bone.
"His skills are truly divine, almost reaching the realm of the Tao. I'm at a loss for words to describe Qin Yifan's recent performance. The cheers and applause seem endless, with even some soft, gentle voices of women joining in - likely the imperial concubines behind the silk screens, who have momentarily forgotten their dignified demeanor and are cheering wildly, yet no one seems to be criticizing them."
Lin Qiulü had seen Qin Yifan's knife skills before, and she had also seen him use his inner strength when taking action. However, she had never thought that Qin Yifan could combine his knife skills, inner strength, and cooking techniques to such an astonishing level. Qin Yifan called her out, and she and Qin Xiaoling became the two people closest to Qin Yifan's performance. With her abilities, she could see everything clearly.
With an incredulous expression, Lin Qiulü covered her cherry-like mouth, suppressing herself from making too much noise. She was different from ordinary people, who could freely indulge in their emotions; cultivators had to constantly monitor their emotional fluctuations at all times. Not being moved by external objects was the most basic state of cultivation, but even under such requirements, Lin Qiulü still felt that she really didn't understand this martial artist whom she had been in contact with for almost a year.
The cheers continued for a while, still showing no signs of stopping. Although several barbarian envoys couldn't help but cheer along, they knew in their hearts what those people were cheering about. However, since Qin Yifan had said that the freshest meat can't be left out for long, then naturally the longer the cheers lasted, the better. In the end, let's see how Qin Yifan would make a big fool of himself!
