Chapter 1536 - 1358: A Stormy Night in Jianghu
Chapter 1536: Chapter 1358: A Stormy Night in Jianghu
The dimly lit basement always exuded an eerie atmosphere.
The masked Clan Chief strode slowly forward, with a scepter in one hand and a vial of blood taken from Xia Dabao in the other, the smile of triumph barely concealed behind his mask.
After waiting for over a hundred years, for blood even the old Clan Chief had not managed to secure, he had finally acquired it.
How could he not be overjoyed?
He arrived at an iron gate within the basement and turned a switch beside it; the gate gradually opened to reveal a large iron cage.
“Roar… Howl…”
The opening of the gate was followed by two deafening roars from within the cage, like the sky shattering and spirits wailing, the echoes lingering for a long time.
Inside the cage was a monstrous insect-like beast, resembling a centipede, nearly as large as a lion. Its two enormous eyes gleamed green, full of intense killing intent.
“My treasure, have you smelled something delicious too? Eh? Hahaha…” The Clan Chief approached, picked up a piece of meat from a bucket on the side – a daily necessity for the creature within – and smeared Xia Dabao’s blood on the beef before slowly walking up to the iron cage and tossing the blood-smeared meat inside.
The beast snapped up the meat with its gaping maw and soon swallowed it down.
“Haha, isn’t that exceptionally tasty? Look at the horns on your head, a little tip is about to sprout, haha… Don’t worry, there’ll be more tomorrow,” the Clan Chief observed the tiny tip on the creature’s head, his chuckling “giggling” sound hovering in the basement, mingling with the creature’s howls.
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At noon, Xia Dabao had Peony make a plate of cold cakes, but served alongside the cakes was a dish of fried pork liver.
“Lady Dabao, Elder Yun has specifically instructed that you must eat pork liver at every meal for a while, so I’ve prepared some fried pork liver for you. It’s the unique black pork liver from our Crimson Mist Tribe. You can have it stir-fried or boiled in soup. I can vary the recipe every day and repeat it every seven days,” Peony said.
“I have to eat this every single day?” Xia Dabao had just tried a piece; the liver, stirred with some green peppers and garlic, was crispy and delicious. She had been delighted, but the thought of having to eat it daily suddenly deflated her spirits.
“Please tell Elder Yun that I have abundant blood and only need to be bled once every seven days. Besides, it’s just a small vial; it’s not a big deal. Thank him for his concern,” Xia Dabao said.
A look of surprise appeared on Peony’s face.
Once every seven days, and only a small vial each time?
How could that be possible?
However, she dared not speak further on the topic.
On the side, Yun Xiao looked at Xia Dabao: “You’d better eat more. Besides pork liver, it would be best if you ate it with red dates and brown sugar. Otherwise, you’ll regret it eventually.”
“What will I regret? What is there to regret?” Xia Dabao asked.
Yet Yun Xiao had fallen silent, quietly maintaining his duty as the guard.
“Purple-haired monster, always up to such inexplicable nonsense,” Xia Dabao pushed the pork liver aside and reached for the cold cakes.
As she was eating, someone pushed open the door from outside.
The person hadn’t even appeared yet, but his voice had already reached them: “Yun Xiao, I’ve come to see you!”
“What are you doing here?” Yun Xiao looked at Bei Shan, obviously with a disdainful expression, yet also with a hint of wariness.
“Come on, big brother, you’re cautious even of me? Look at the way you’re eyeing me, like I’m a thief,” Bei Shan felt a bit wronged.