Ordinary beasts that practice cultivation are not considered spirit beasts. Spirit beasts are a special kind of beast; you could say they are the “exceptionally gifted” among beasts. They possess unique abilities and are extremely sensitive to spiritual energy of the five elements, able to automatically absorb it. This increases both their own cultivation and that of their master, which is why beast cultivators are difficult to deal with—because they are usually very powerful. However, a good spirit beast is even harder to find, so beast cultivators are rare throughout the entire cultivation world.

Hearing such news, Gordon Brooks could imagine the regret in Julian Reed’s heart. He immediately went to look for Julian Reed, but after searching the entire Wuwei Sword Sect, he still couldn’t find a trace of Julian Reed. Strange, where did that guy run off to? Gordon Brooks wondered to himself.

Chapter 010: Flowing Spring Fine Brew

A whole day passed without seeing Julian Reed. After a brief period of excitement, the Wuwei Sword Sect gradually quieted down. Night fell, and as the melodious sound of the bell rang out, the cultivators began their evening lessons, sitting in meditation to cultivate, including Wesley Benson. Gordon Brooks was about to go look for Julian Reed again, but unexpectedly, just as he slipped out of the mountain gate, someone pulled him into the shadows.

“Julian Reed! What are you doing here?” It turned out the person who pulled him aside was exactly the one he was looking for. Julian Reed raised a finger: “Shh! Keep your voice down. Come, I’ll treat you to some dragon-eared marten.” He waved the prey in his hand, and in the other hand he carried a jar of wine. Judging by the seal on the clay, it was a fine brew.

Without another word, Julian Reed dragged Gordon Brooks to the foot of the cliff where they often barbecued. He started a campfire on his own. Seeing that he really intended to roast the dragon-eared marten, Gordon Brooks felt a strange sensation: “You’re not serious, are you?” “Why not? I caught it to eat, after all. If I don’t eat it, it’s a waste! Look, I even bought a good jar of wine!” “You snuck down the mountain again…” Gordon Brooks quickly shut his mouth, glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then whispered, “No wonder you were nowhere to be seen all day. So you went down the mountain to buy wine.”

Just as he had done with wild rabbits before, Julian Reed skinned and cleaned the prey, then skewered it on a stick, brushed on some seasoning, and set it over the fire. Gordon Brooks stared in amazement at the scene before him. If a beast cultivator saw this, who knows what they would think?

Julian Reed didn’t care: “Damn it, I caught it to eat, so why not eat it? I was so happy to finally catch such a prey, but it’s all that old bastard Jiusheng’s fault—he just had to recognize it as a dragon-eared marten cub. Sigh, why is my fate so bitter? If I didn’t know, it’d be fine, but now that I do… Gordon Brooks, you’d better remember my kindness. This meal is worth at least several thousand, maybe tens of thousands of taels of silver, right?” Julian Reed spoke pitifully, but even now he didn’t forget to count the money. Gordon Brooks couldn’t help but laugh: “You’re not wrong. Think about it—over hundreds and thousands of years, probably only the two of us have ever eaten such a feast!” His words were full of boldness, the aura of the number one figure in the demonic path unconsciously showing through, which also affected Julian Reed. The little rascal immediately puffed out his chest: “That’s right! Since ancient times, who else has eaten the meat of a top-grade seventh-rank spirit beast?” In the end, it all came down to eating—he really did have some nerve!

Before long, the meat was cooked. And you know, the spiritual energy within such a spirit beast was abundant, and the aroma of the roast filled the entire hillside, lingering for a long time—far beyond what ordinary wild rabbit could compare to.

“Wow, it smells amazing!” Accompanied by the sound of someone sniffing, a scruffy old Daoist descended from the sky, plopping down beside Julian Reed, grinning as he asked, “Wuzhao, what are you roasting?” Julian Reed, in a bad mood, rolled his eyes and said, “Take a guess.” “It smells so good! I’ve eaten all over the country in my life, but I’ve never smelled anything like this…” His expression suddenly changed: “I heard you shot a dragon-eared marten cub. This wouldn’t happen to be…” “That’s right. Do you want some or not? If not, even better—such a small one, it’s barely enough for the two of us. Please, be on your way.”

“Of course I want some!” The scruffy Daoist leapt up from the ground and shouted, “A delicacy like this—one might not get to taste it in nine lifetimes! How could I not eat it?” He was just as open-minded as Julian Reed. “Then sit down and keep your mouth shut!” The old Daoist obediently sat down.

The aroma grew stronger and stronger, and the meat was ready. Julian Reed’s previously gloomy mood also gradually improved with the mouthwatering scent. He tore off a hind leg and handed it out. The old Daoist reached for it, but Julian Reed shot him a glare and handed it to Gordon Brooks instead. The old Daoist didn’t mind at all, grinning cheekily. Only after Julian Reed and Gordon Brooks each grabbed a hind leg and started gnawing did he finally take a foreleg for himself and start eating.