Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Because People Will Die

After calming himself, Chen Mo took a deep breath. In the very next instant, the Yun Qing Sword abruptly slid out of its sheath.

Seeing the flash of cold steel, the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard, which had just quieted down, suddenly began to tremble all over. It opened its massive eyelids, looking at Chen Mo pitifully, begging for a final glimmer of hope!

However, since he had decided to take this step, how could Chen Mo allow himself to be soft-hearted? If he couldn’t even bear to kill a Demon Beast he had raised himself, how would he ever be able to kill a person in the future?

He abruptly raised his hand and plunged the Long Sword into the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard’s neck. The agonizing pain sent the Demon Beast into a violent frenzy of struggling. Its survival instinct drove it to open its gaping maw, snapping viciously at Chen Mo’s arm.

CLANG!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard gradually grew entirely still.

Death ultimately stripped away all its emotions, pushing it into a desperate final struggle. Yet, the vast gap in strength rendered it completely powerless to resist.

Chen Mo pulled out his Long Sword and flipped the still-warm Pentagonal Heavy Lizard over. Tracing its belly with the blade, he made a long incision and meticulously skinned its already battered and torn hide piece by piece. When he reached the head, he brought the blade down with a forceful chop.

The five sharp horns snapped right at their bases!

However, despite the Yun Qing Sword’s immense sharpness, cleaving through the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard’s horns still caused cracks to form in these underdeveloped keratin structures. Combined with the hide that Kang had already ravaged beyond recognition, this Pentagonal Heavy Lizard probably wouldn’t sell for a good price!

But then again, it was merely a Demon Beast at the Qi Refining First Layer. How could its hide and horns possibly be used for Refining a Magical Artifact anyway?

Blood soaked Chen Mo’s Long Sword and clothes. He fetched a basin to catch the dripping blood. Only when the bleeding had nearly stopped did he use the Yun Qing Sword to butcher the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard’s body.

With one strike, he severed the head.

Standing nearby, Kang dashed over, ready to snatch it away in its beak, but Chen Mo kicked it aside!

He swung his sword to sever the four limbs. The muscles of the powerful, sharp claws were still twitching. He sliced open the belly and discarded the internal organs. To this day, Chen Mo still didn’t know how to properly prepare offal.

The remaining meat was chopped into chunks, wrapped tightly in oil paper, and placed into his Storage Ring. He had raised it for so long, yet neither its hide nor its horns were of any use. If he couldn’t even eat it, how was he going to recoup the thirty or forty taels of Spiritual Sand he had spent on it?

After nearly half an hour, Chen Mo finally finished butchering the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard. He stripped off his bloodstained outer clothes and burned them to ashes. His inner Blue Python Robe, however, hadn’t caught a single speck of blood.

He returned to his room, threw on a fresh set of clothes, and then made his way to the back kitchen. Kang followed closely behind him. Since one of its harem members had been eaten, it was quite delighted to see this great vengeance finally enacted.

He set up a pot and boiled some water. Chen Mo took the most succulent piece of meat from the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard’s belly and tossed it in. As the meat blanched, an indescribably foul, gamey stench wafted out. The smell was so vile it made him want to vomit.

"Damn it! Is it actually inedible?" Chen Mo couldn’t help but curse out loud.

Without even bothering to season it, he threw the blanched meat directly to Kang, but the bird avoided it like the plague.

"The meat is seriously inedible?!"

He immediately felt completely defeated. After years of smooth sailing where he had never once taken a loss, he hadn’t expected his stellar reputation to be ruined by a single egg.

Chen Mo proceeded to boil various other cuts of meat, including the incredibly Sturdy limbs! He didn’t give up until the entire kitchen reeked unbearably.

He threw out the soggy scraps from the basin, along with everything he had stored in his Storage Ring. But just as he tossed the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard’s head out, Kang, who had been tailing him the whole time, dashed after it like a blur.

Its sharp beak was just about to peck into it when the head was snatched right out of its reach!

"CLUCK! CLUCK CLUCK!"

"Wait! You want to eat this?"

"CLUCK CLUCK! CLUCK!"

"What do you mean I don’t want it? I just accidentally dropped it!"

Chen Mo vaguely sensed that this Pentagonal Heavy Lizard head, which was about the size of a cow’s head, seemed to be somewhat different. He tossed Kang to the side, picked up the skinned lizard head, and returned to the kitchen.

He blanched it just like the rest, but this time, an aroma akin to Spiritual Qi gradually wafted out. Soon, the foul stench in the room was entirely dispelled!

Watching the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard’s head turn a deeper and deeper shade, Chen Mo seemed to understand. This type of Demon Beast was quite common, so there had to be Cultivators who had tried cooking its meat, and the results were predictable.

However, the Cultivators of the Cyan Yang Sect seemed to share a specific habit. Chen Mo had noticed it when eating Spirit Chicken—they didn’t like eating the heads! Ultimately, they would always discard them.

By that logic, they likely wouldn’t bother with a Pentagonal Heavy Lizard’s head, either. As a result, even though the vast majority of Cultivators had never personally butchered a Pentagonal Heavy Lizard, word of mouth had basically cemented the consensus that this creature was inedible and not worth raising.

"So, you’re saying the head actually is edible?" Chen Mo smiled in amusement.

After blanching it, he poured in a fresh pot of water condensed from Spiritual Rain, tossed in a generous amount of spices, and reduced the heat to a simmer to begin braising it. Given the extreme toughness of Demon Beast meat, it wouldn’t become tender without simmering for at least seven or eight hours.

Thus, Chen Mo sat down cross-legged on the spot and began cultivating. Occasionally, after completing a Grand Circulation, he would get up to add a little more water.

Just like that, he waited in peaceful silence.

While Chen Mo was still battling it out with the Pentagonal Heavy Lizard’s meat, Song Yunxi, who had originally planned to tend to his seeds, received a carrier pigeon. After reading the message attached, his expression darkened. In absolute silence, he summoned his Flying Sword and flew straight toward Purple Cloud Peak!

He felt exceptionally anxious, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. Beneath his feet, his Flying Sword seemed to sense his turbulent emotions and emitted a series of low hums.

About half an hour later, Song Yunxi arrived at Purple Cloud Peak. He didn’t go to the Transmission Hall; instead, he landed directly at the Array Hall.

At this moment, the originally bustling Array Hall was solemn and eerily quiet, with not a single soul in sight across the entire plaza. The biting winter wind howled, sounding like a mournful wail or a choked sob.

Song Yunxi hurried to the main entrance of the hall, but just as he approached, his steps slowed. Ultimately, he mustered his courage, clenched his fists, and stepped inside.

Inside, the hall was incredibly solemn and still. A heavy, massive coffin lay dead in the center of the room.

Song Yunxi moved forward at a near-crawl. Finally, he reached the side of the coffin and clearly saw the figure lying within!

In an instant, the image of that smug, bickering rival echoed through his mind. The way he had rested his foot on the stone bench upon returning from the grand tournament that day now felt so deeply agonizing to recall.

Song Yunxi had never liked Ban Xiaowei, as the other man always had a biting retort ready to shut him up. But not liking someone didn’t equate to hating them.

At this moment, standing beside Ban Xiaowei’s coffin, he was left utterly speechless for a long time.

From the upper level of the hall, Elder Yu Yun, a woman with a breathtakingly beautiful face, slowly walked down.

"Greetings, Elder Yu." At this moment, Song Yunxi couldn’t muster a single shred of any other emotion, lacking even the strength to raise his head for a second look.

Yu Yun turned her hand, taking out two items. "These Cloud-Stepping Boots were originally supposed to be reclaimed by the sect. However, Xiaowei left specific instructions before he died that they must be gifted to you. The same goes for this Foundation Establishment Pill."

Song Yunxi clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his own flesh.

"Take them, and go."

Song Yunxi grabbed the Porcelain Bottle and the cloud boots resting on the coffin, then turned and left the hall! He didn’t dare to look at Ban Xiaowei one more time.

Behind him, however, a soft murmur drifted over:

"Why use the Seven Miles Killing Array?"

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