Chapter 616: Chapter 175: Reinforcements
Pig Hair Giant Tree Mountain.
The cliffs are densely covered with vines and bushes.
In the mountain grows a unique type of pine tree called the Pig Hair Pine. Its needles are thick and sturdy like pig bristles, pale as frost, and flexible yet extremely resilient.
The mountain pigs often rely on these pine trees to scratch their bodies and relieve itchiness.
Some of their bristles are scraped off in the process, and these integrate into the soil, gradually absorbed by the tree roots.
The Barbarian Demon Camp is in a tough situation.
The Demon Cultivators are dressed extravagantly but lack armor, and though the Barbarian Cultivators possess impressive physical strength, their battle skills are wild and primitive, making it difficult to coordinate with each other.
The mountain pigs surge like a tide from all directions, covering swathes of the mountainside and delivering successive, fierce assaults on the Barbarian Demon Camp’s lines.
There are many breeds among the mountain pigs.
There are Iron Armored Pigs, with pelts as hard as iron, robust defenses, and bodies as large as elephants, weighing a thousand pounds.
There are also the Purple Lightning Pigs, lithe and electrified. During their swift charges on the battlefield, their bristles flash with the light of thunder, their roars like thunderclaps. Upon collision with the enemy, they deliver violent electric shocks, paralyzing the enemy on the spot before being trampled into mud by the subsequent pig horde.
And then there are the Blood-tooth Pigs. With their blood-red eyes, medium build yet extremely ferocious and aggressive, they fight fearlessly and insanely in battle!
The front lines of the Barbarian Demon Camp keep getting breached, with casualties mounting and morale rapidly plummeting.
Meanwhile, their Main General, Xu Dali, is in pursuit of Ju Bing, a Demon Cultivator beastmaster.
Ju Bing’s true form is a mountain pig, having cultivated to achieve human shape. He is robustly built yet very shrewd by nature.
Seeing Xu Dali charging towards him, he keeps retreating, biding time and commanding the pig horde, intending to annihilate the Barbarian Demon Camp before clashing with Xu Dali!
Just as Ju Bing is gradually approaching his tactical goal, a Nascent Soul Cultivator and a Golden Core Cultivator reveal themselves on the outskirts of the battlefield.
No longer concealing their presence, they instantly draw the attention of both Xu Dali and Ju Bing.
The two embattled Nascent Soul Level Cultivators both show strong colors of vigilance.
In the next moment, the mysteriously appeared Nascent Soul Cultivator cupped his hands with a smile: “I am Ding Pi; this is my disciple, Jia Wan. We’re here by the invite of Liangzhu Country’s Monarch, secretly serving as advisers. General Xu, allow us to lend you a hand.”
Ju Bing’s face changes dramatically, as he retreats even more hurriedly.
Xu Dali, however, waves his hand: “Fellow Daoists, don’t worry about me first; this guy here is tough and won’t be taken down easily.”
“Please help first and save my subordinates!”
Nascent Soul Cultivator Ding Pi nods: “General Xu shows parental care for his soldiers, I respect that.”
Having said that, he looks toward his disciple: “Xiao Wan, start cooking.”
Golden Core Cultivator Jia Wan is a child-like figure, plump with chubby cheeks. His eyes are clear and spirited, full of curiosity.
Jia Wan carries a huge iron pot on his back, resembling a large turtle shell.
Upon hearing his master’s instruction, he crisply acknowledges, “Yes, Master!”
He immediately stretches his hand to his shoulder, flipping the giant iron pot from above his head to in front of him.
He infuses his Mana, causing the iron pot to hover in mid-air.
Next, he takes out a coal stove from his Storage Bag at his waist.
He lights the coal stove, placing the iron pot above it.
The stove flames fiercely, quickly heating the bottom of the iron pot red-hot.
A strong aroma of food begins to drift from there, rapidly spreading throughout the entire battlefield.
Many Barbarian Cultivators and Demon Cultivators start to salivate.
The feeling is quite bizarre.
They are clearly fighting with all their might, yet at this critical juncture of life and death, their stomachs growl audibly, struck by an intense and unparalleled desire to eat.
It’s not only the Barbarian Demon Camp; their opponents—the mountain pigs—are also drooling profusely from the corners of their mouths.
Jia Wan doesn’t stop moving; he takes out three more pots from his Storage Bag.
Each pot is two sizes smaller than the last.
He then arranges stands and stacks the smaller pots on top of each other to form a tower.
Jia Wan begins to add oil, water, various condiments, spices, vegetables, and more.
“Master, it’s almost ready; we just need your meat,” Jia Wan chirps while continuously swallowing his saliva back.
Ding Pi laughs heartily: “The meat is coming.”
With that, he extends his hand, conjuring a kitchen knife from his storage bracelet.
He grips the knife, making a diagonal slash toward the battlefield.
The knife light is imperceptible, flashing faintly in midair before completely vanishing without a trace.
But in the next moment, a wail of extreme agony erupts from the mountain pigs.
Hundreds of mountain pigs fall, significantly easing the pressure on the Barbarian Demon Camp’s front lines.
Ding Pi beckons again, and the bodies of these mountain pigs are drawn up into the air, slowly flying towards him.
He swings three more slashes, each flash of the blade incredibly faint. The mountain pig carcasses are all sliced into pieces of pork meat, with skin and bones neatly trimmed away.
Thousands of pork slices fall into the huge iron pot.
These raw slices are often cooked within a few breaths. The higher the Cultivation Level the mountain pigs had in life, the longer their meat takes to cook.
However, even the Golden Core Level mountain pigs are cooked within thirty breaths, giving off an immensely rich aroma.
Jia Wan, unable to wait any longer, picks up a pair of Magic Treasure Level chopsticks, squats by the iron pot, and begins to stuff slices of pork into his mouth.
After eating more than twenty pieces, he lets out a reluctantly content sigh and stands up.
“It’s a bit bland.”
He retrieves a portion of precious salt, sprinkling a dozen grains into the iron pot.
Continuing to eat another twenty slices of pork, he nods in satisfaction: “Master, the flavor is just right now.”