Heavenly Dao Engine
Chapter 912 - 912 0552 Superb Skills_1

Chapter 912: Chapter 0552: Superb Skills_1 Chapter 912: Chapter 0552: Superb Skills_1 Chapter 0552 – A Miraculous Skill

However, Zhang Ting quickly realized her wishful thinking was mistaken. Even when Zhang Ting called Xiang Bo a “stingy ghost,” it didn’t provoke him to change his mind and give the precious spirit beast meat to her spirit crow. Xiang Bo was well past the age of impulsive anger; his father dared to entrust him with the management of the small city, which was proof enough. Of course, this also indirectly suggested that Zhang Ting’s personal charm was lacking—she wasn’t pretty enough, severely underwhelming in attracting Xiang Bo’s attention; otherwise, why would Xiang Bo hesitate to spare even a little fluctuation of Spirit Qi?

“Hmph, you’re so stingy, I don’t even want to join your group,” Zhang Ting said, feigning anger and stomping her foot when Xiang Bo didn’t take the bait. She looked around, her gaze swiftly passing over several fellows surrounding Xiang Bo and eventually landing on Qi Tian.

Qi Tian was in disguise, not appearing as he truly was. Now, he looked like a man in his thirties—a time when a man begins to exude charm from within. Although Qi Tian hadn’t experienced his thirties, his past and current lives combined had long since taken him beyond thirty years of age. His experiences endowed him with an extraordinary charisma that was not common among ordinary people, and even in disguise, it was sometimes hard not to attract attention.

Zhang Ting walked straight over to Qi Tian. How could Gao Jinmei and Xia Xiaoming let Zhang Ting approach Qi Tian so easily? Without waiting for Qi Tian’s signal, Gao Jinmei stepped forward to block her way and said, “Miss, we are a bit occupied here; it’s better for you to find another place.”

Zhang Ting was not discouraged. Standing on tiptoes, her eyes peering over Gao Jinmei’s shoulder and looking at Qi Tian, she said, “Big brother, I’m on the road alone, lonely and helpless. Can’t you take pity on me and let me join your party?”

Gao Jinmei replied, “Miss, you seem to be mistaken about whom you are calling out to. We are all Mr. Xiang’s guards. It’s not up to us to decide whether you can join us. The decision lies with Mr. Xiang.”

“No, that’s not right,” Zhang Ting responded. “Didn’t you just hear Xiang Bo say he was willing to let me join? I just don’t care to join him. But I want to join this big brother. Big brother, can you give me a straight answer? Are you willing to take pity on me?”

Zhang Ting’s plea sounded pitiable, but a glint of cunning shone in her eyes.

Gao Jinmei, somewhat impatient, was about to send Zhang Ting away when Qi Tian coughed and said, “Master Gao, let the lady come over.”

Not understanding Qi Tian’s intentions, but since he had spoken, Gao Jinmei stepped aside and allowed Zhang Ting to approach Qi Tian. Qi Tian was sitting on the ground and Zhang Ting, not being fastidious about cleanliness, sat down next to him. She didn’t rush to speak with Qi Tian but took out a small Storage Bag and started pulling items out of it one after another—pots, pans, ladles, and various condiments, even special Spirit Wood Charcoal. Finally, with a pained expression, she retrieved a piece of raw spirit beast meat, weighing about a dozen pounds.

Zhang Ting set up the fire stand and hung the pot over it, then filled it with Spirit Spring water. She cut the piece of raw spirit beast meat into small chunks, added them to the pot with various condiments, and then began to light the fire to stew the meat.

“Big brother, meeting is fate, so when my pot of spirit beast meat is ready, I’ll make sure you get a bowl. Let me tell you, my spirit beast meat is much more precious than Xiang Bo’s. One bowl of mine is worth five of his,” Zhang Ting boasted to Qi Tian.

Qi Tian chuckled upon hearing this. Although he hadn’t recognized what kind of spirit beast meat Zhang Ting had put in the pot, he was sure that the meat was not genuine. It was likely a specially processed type of spirit beast meat, akin to those butchers of his former world, who would mix fox meat with mutton fat to pass it off as lamb. This meat must be something similar.

Qi Tian shook his head inwardly. Zhang Ting really had issues—her methods of deception were incessant and varied. One could easily be fooled if not careful.

The pot Zhang Ting used to stew the meat was a specially made magical cooking vessel, and the spirit beast meat was quickly done. Zhang Ting diligently scooped out three bowls of the steaming meat, heaping each bowl high. She then courteously handed a bowl to Qi Tian, Gao Jinmei, and Xia Xiaoming, smiling, “Please taste it, and tell me how delicious my spirit beast meat is. Isn’t it better than five bowls of Xiang Bo’s?”

Qi Tian shook his head and put down his bowl, refusing tactfully, “Sorry, the meat smells tempting, but I’m not hungry right now and don’t feel like eating.”

Seeing Qi Tian’s reaction, Gao Jinmei and Xia Xiaoming also declined the spirit beast meat using the same excuse as Qi Tian.

Zhang Ting wasn’t angry; she placed the three bowls of spirit beast meat beside Qi Tian, Gao Jinmei, and Xia Xiaoming. Then, feigning unintentional concern, she said, “Oh, you didn’t eat the spirit beast meat Xiang Bo gave you? I knew his meat wasn’t good enough, not fit for a master like Brother to eat. Since you’re not eating, I’ll just take care of it for you.”