Dominating Martial King
Chapter 203 - 203 185 800 Xuanfeng!_3

203: Chapter 185: 800 Xuanfeng!_3 203: Chapter 185: 800 Xuanfeng!_3 With a majestic and expansive presence, he walked deliberately, neither hurried nor slow, yet each stride carried him several feet forward.

His square face was calm like still water, betraying a hint of worry beneath the surface.

The rich aroma of roasted meat wafted through the wilderness.

A skewered leg of a terrifyingly large beast was pierced by a steel spear, roasting over the fire; droplets of fat sizzled as they fell.

As the skin of the pig turned a golden hue, Zong Shou carefully brushed on another layer of fragrant oil and spices, making the aroma even more tantalizing.

The four-ton Wild Toothed Pig was divided into several portions.

At least half was fed to the nearby Stepping Cloud Colts, mixed in with their fodder of yellow beans, and they were eating it with relish.

Only three legs of the pig remained.

Apart from one that was still roasting, Yiin Yang and Su Chuxue each held one, oil dripping from their mouths as they ate.

The former still maintained some semblance of elegance, while the latter completely disregarded her image.

She seemed like she would gladly swallow the bones if she could, chewing voraciously while looking at Zong Shou with eyes filled with adoration.

“It’s so delicious!

Glug!

Truly delectable!

Young Master, your skill in roasting meat has improved so much from before—”

The voice was muffled and indistinct.

If one did not pay attention, they would not be able to understand.

However, Zong Shou couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Chuxue was his Maid, born from the tiger and cat lineage of the demon clan.

Though she had a beautiful face, she was naturally greedy and restless.

Seemingly gentle and graceful, she was always on the move, especially when eating, always surprising those around her.

Although her name was Su Chuxue, besides her fair skin, which was as pure as the first snow, her temperament and behavior had nothing to do with her name.

As for the so-called demon clan, according to later records, they were the descendants of ancient forebears who, to combat the rampant Alien Barbaric Beasts terrorizing the world, integrated the blood of powerful mutant beasts into themselves to enhance their fighting capabilities.

But when that brutal era came to an end, these people were ostracized by humanity and chose to form their own kind, and that was the origin of the demon clan.

Ten thousand years later, this group was almost extinct, and Zong Shou had only seen them in games.

With a dagger in hand, he carelessly sliced a piece of roasted meat and ate it unhurriedly.

Then, his gaze inadvertently drifted once more toward the carriage nearby.

“Uncle Yiin, with enemies still lurking nearby, isn’t it inappropriate for us to be lighting a fire and lingering here?”

Having stayed in the carriage for seven days, Zong Shou had not personally seen Yiin Yang Chuxue fight.

However, the fresh scars and numerous punctures almost perforating the iron plates on both sides of the carriage, some even stained with blood, were a chilling sight.

It was clear that before his arrival in this world, there had been some fierce danger.

In the past two days, the pair would frequently venture out, ostensibly to hunt, but each time they returned, they brought back with them a strong smell of blood—not of beasts, but of human lives.

Yiin Yang was clearly taken aback by the question but then brushed it off indifferently, continuing to eat vigorously.

His voice was cold as he said, “Please, Princely Heir, ease your worries.

Within six hundred li of this place has already been cleared.

There are only hawks circling day and night.

Whether we have a fire or not is irrelevant.

Chuxue and I also need time to recover and adjust—”

Zong Shou looked up and indeed saw several small black dots shuttling through the clouds.

His heart sank again, knowing that with these ‘eyes’ in the sky, their movements were completely transparent to the enemy.

Furthermore, with the carriage being so conspicuous, it was impossible to conceal their tracks.

It seemed that indeed, an enemy loomed nearby, perilous like a stack of eggs.

Yet at this moment, what concerned him even more was Yiin Yang’s form of address.

Chuxue called him Young Master, but Yiin Yang called him Princely Heir.

Princely Heir, within the demon clan, must be the heir to the Demon King!

The demon clan had hundreds of branches, most of which were unruly.

Being the heir to the Demon King yet without the power to fight was tantamount to knowing one’s unfortunate fate.

With a sigh, Zong Shou continued to eat his Wild Boar Meat.

When he was about ninety percent full, he could feel warm currents of energy flowing through his body.

Zong Shou stood up and moved to a more open area to start stretching his body, bending his waist, then leaning forward, and stretching his limbs in a way that was somewhat similar to modern exercise routines for weight loss.

Chuxue finished her leg of pork but tore half of another that was nicely roasted.

As she ate, she looked on curiously.

“You are practicing those poses again, they look so strange, and they’re not for fighting.

Young Master, did you learn this from Coastal Academy?

Those Spirit Masters, they always swindle people, claiming to ‘teach without discrimination’ and ’embrace all under the heavens’—”

Zong Shou ignored her, his expression focused, striving to perform each movement in the most perfect manner possible.

The Basic Cultivation Method was not a heritage from ancient times.

Instead, it came from the “Divine Emperor” game, independently created by some players.

Its purpose was to guide the energy absorbed from the outside world into the body, making it their own.

Practicing it alongside the Inner Breath Heart Method was very beneficial, especially when cultivating the Basic Cultivation Method, as it could increase efficiency by at least thirty percent.

Zong Shou was one of the participants and initiators.

Before coming to this world, he had been researching the seventh set of movements; unfortunately, he hadn’t completed it before the Cosmic Extreme Destiny Book appeared, sparking the battle among the Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm.

Subsequently, he unexpectedly arrived in this world.

Each time Zong Shou completed a movement, a stream of energy was forcibly guided into the Qi Sea in his lower abdomen.