Chapter Thirty-Eight: Boiling Eagle

  Kong Yan's mood isn't very good.

  Actually, I'm in a terrible mood.

  After leaving the deserted village, Fang Shaobai fled with his sword light, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of great fatigue.

  Extremely exhausted.

  "It seems that my previous idea was really too naive!"

  Yes, too naive.

  All along, in his heart, a cultivator should be carefree, with great power and a long life. All of this is unimaginable to ordinary people, and also enviable. Although Kong Yan had already gone up the Luo Fu at a very young age, perhaps because he was too clever, he remembered everything from when he was a child extremely clearly. Therefore, after becoming a cultivator, he had a feeling of complete liberation. It can be said that all along, apart from diligently cultivating and increasing his own strength, there were no other desires. He also wanted to survive in such a state.

  But a series of events that had been happening one after another made him realize that there was no true paradise in this world, and sometimes pretending to be naive could also lead to trouble.

  The sword light has been flying, drifting aimlessly.

  Kong Zhan likes this feeling of flying randomly in the air, without any specific purpose, very carefree and at ease, while also being able to exercise his swordsmanship skills and endurance control over the innate purple energy.

  Riding the wind and wielding a sword, was once his goal, now this goal has been achieved.

  Feeling the chill of the gale blowing on my face, the comfort of flying in the void, Kong Zhuo's breathing gradually stabilized, and his originally somewhat depressed mood also slowly improved.

  This time, riding the clouds and wielding a sword, I gaze out over the lower realm. Wherever I travel, there are towering mountains and great rivers. Some of the peaks are connected in a series, resembling waves rising and falling, retreating directly behind me like flying. Sometimes I enter the cloud layer, with dense clouds outside my body, slowly dispersing and swirling around, rolling and fluttering, forming clumps and wisps, within reach of my hand. It seems to leave a trail, but in an instant it disappears again, leaving only coolness and moisture. When I fly out of the clouds, soaring into the blue expanse, I suddenly feel that my spirit is merged with heaven, my chest broad and expansive. Facing the wind blowing straight at me, the more I fly, the more exhilarated I become.

  After flying for about half an hour, his sword light slowed down.

  He is a little hungry.

  Perhaps this is his biggest shortcoming. Logically speaking, he should have already surpassed the stage of needing to eat at this point in his cultivation. He could just absorb the energy from the air and water to solve his physiological problems. However, for some reason, whenever it's time to eat, he always feels hungry in his stomach. If he doesn't eat something, he won't feel secure, and what's more, he not only needs to eat but also needs to eat well. Every meal must include meat, even breakfast. In a sense, for a cultivator of his level, this can be considered a strange quirk.

  But a quirk is a quirk, and he can't change it, just like his drunkard master will never be able to quit drinking.

  The direction of the Far East has already revealed a line of fish belly, Kong Zhuo slowly pressed down his own sword light and sat down in mid-air, watching the sunrise.

  The scenery of sunrise is beautiful, but after seeing it many times, it's just like that.

  When he first started practicing swordsmanship, Kong Zhuo would watch every day, but now, he didn't have much interest in it either.

  Underneath was a dense forest, wherever there's a forest, there's water, and where there's water, there's meat. This was his understanding, and this kind of understanding should be considered the truth. So, without hesitation, he fell from the sky.

  It was just the time when the sky had just lit up, and the sunrise could be seen clearly above, but on the ground it was still in the dark before dawn. The scene was vague, but his cultivation was very high, so even in a pitch-black night where he couldn't see his fingers in front of him, he could still distinguish things. Now this environment was dim, but it wasn't difficult for him to handle.

  He landed on a cliff, which was backed by the shade of a mountain, black as ink, extremely dark and desolate, with not a single blade of grass growing. At the foot of the cliff there was a deep cave about 100-200 feet in diameter, rolling and churning, emitting thick black air, like a giant lion crouching, a strange beast lurking, its wide mouth open, as if it wanted to swallow the sky and sun, the scene was perilous and made one's eyes dizzy.

  "Damn it, how did I end up in such a terrible place!?" Kong Zhuang thought with some annoyance.

  Just now, the sword flew up and didn't distinguish east, west, south or north, but randomly flew thousands of miles, yet didn't know where it had arrived. However, on this bare cliff, there wasn't a single trace of meat, but water was not scarce; on the cliff wall, a clear waterfall flowed straight down into that deep cave, within arm's reach.

  "What a terrible omen!" Kong Zhuo thought to himself, he was looking down from the sky and saw that it was dark and gloomy here, so he came down. He didn't expect that this place would be so desolate and eerie, not even a bird in sight. Looking around again, the nearest forest is at least ten miles away, and the atmosphere is eerily quiet, as if there were no signs of life existing here. This made Kong Zhuo feel somewhat surprised.

  "What the hell is this place? Can't even find meat?" A bad premonition rose in Kong Zhan's heart.

  At this moment, his eyes condensed slightly, and his ears moved. He heard a faint sound of breaking through the air.

  "Are there birds?!" He raised his head, his eyes fixed on the still slightly dark sky. "That's right, it's the sound of a bird flapping its wings, and it's a big one!"

  He narrowed his eyes, and his gaze became profound. At the same time, the tip of his tongue slightly extended, licking the corner of his mouth. His left hand stretched out, and a thin stream that was floating down from the top of the cliff stopped in mid-air. Then, as if pulled by an invisible hand, it flew back up to the top of the cliff.

  A gentle arc, the incoming fine stream curls up, like a tired snake, and opens into a water cluster in mid-air.

  Kong Zhan's hand brushed his waist, and he took out a small white snake skin bag. From inside, he fished out a small iron pot. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and the hard Flower Rock beneath his feet suddenly turned into mud-like substance that surged up from the ground, quickly forming a simple stove.

  "No matter what, the pure land travel body is quite convenient!" He smiled proudly, and with a familiar motion, he placed the iron pot on the newly formed stove. Then, his short sword flashed out of his hand, shining brightly as it flew towards the dark forest about ten miles away, cutting down a large swathe of trees in an instant.

  Kong Zhan didn't even look, he just waved his hand, and the sword along with the severed tree trunk flew over.

  Make fire, boil water

  This is a very normal process.

  In the distant sky, a black dot appeared, moving very fast. In just an instant, it grew to the size of a fist, then a washbasin, and soon Kong Zhuo could see it clearly.

  "What a huge eagle!" Kong Zhuo felt his mouth turn sour, and saliva almost flowed out. He saw that the eagle had golden eyes, red beak, two steel claws, and its entire body was pure black without a single stray hair. It looked extremely robust. From afar, it seemed to be only as big as a washbasin, but that was because of the distance. In reality, when it spread its wings, they were seven or eight zhang long. And one of its biggest habits was pecking at its own wings.

  Look at that carved and robust appearance, those wings must be full of vitality. In culinary terms, it's called "live flesh", the most fragrant and delicious part.

  He couldn't help but smack his lips a few times, and Kong Zhuo burst out laughing. The bird flew even faster, and in the blink of an eye, it had flown to the top of his head. Perhaps it was also destined for doom, and incredibly, it began to circle around Kong Zhuo's head.

  "Haha, even a beast knows I'm hungry!" Kong Zhuo thought happily, his right hand spreading its five fingers like claws, and with a swift slash, a massive gravitational force and the power of the object simultaneously surged out, forming an invisible giant net that swooped down on the black eagle.

  He had seen that this bird was absolutely not an ordinary creature, no matter what kind of creature it was, growing to such a size and being so robust, it was definitely not an ordinary thing, but often it was also the most vulnerable.

  So this time, Kong Zhuo didn't hold back against anyone.

  That bird was also careless, originally it flew at a height of hundreds of feet from the ground, if it had been a bit careful, it would not have been caught by Kong Zhuo, but no matter whether it's human or animal, when its time comes, it will inevitably get cut down, today, it was its turn.

  Caught off guard, Kong Zhan's invisible web enveloped him, and his body plummeted downwards. The bird, too, possessed spiritual awareness, and sensing something amiss, it spread its wings and managed to stabilize its falling form. On the second flap of its wings, it broke free from the web and was about to soar upwards when Kong Zhan's sword light arrived.

  With a extremely sharp angle, a light slash cut through its throat, the gentle innate purple gas emanating from the sword gently extinguished the last breath of the giant eagle.

  The radiant light in his eyes was extinguished like a candle flame, unable to even let out a mournful cry.

  Indeed, it was a giant eagle that had become a climate, and if given time, after more than a hundred years, it would not be impossible to speak human language, let alone understand human nature. Unfortunately, it was not human, yet Kong Zhan used the cunning swordsmanship he reserved for cultivators to deal with it, but no matter how much he used, it was not enough to kill it.

  The corpse was heavy, but it didn't have much of an impact on Kong Chuang.

  Pluck, cut, put in pot, add seasonings, then wait.

  The carving is too big and can't be cooked all at once. This time, only a small part of it was cooked - the wing tips.

  While the wing tips were being cooked, Kong Zhuo had already taken out a large pile of salt from his bag and started applying it to most of the remaining corpse's surface. This was not bad, he planned to dry them in the wind and bring them back as dried rations.