Fresh Game

"Speaking." Lu Benwei said, offering the cowherb flower in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

Several cold rays flashed, and the petals of the cowherb flower fell off.

"Get lost!"

With a cold snort, Li Yihan gave Lu Benwei a disgusted look and walked away.

If they hadn't been traveling together all this way, given her personality, she would have probably already cut down this wandering prodigal under her sword.

Holding the remaining half of the stick in his hand, Lu Benwei hurriedly shouted, "Hey, hey, Miss, why be so irritable? Can't my temperament as Lu Benwei move you?"

But there was no sign of Li Yihan around.

At the campsite.

Although it was already spring, the nights were still chilly, so Yi Feng lit a pile of fire.

Then he took out some wild beast meat from the spatial ring and started grilling.

After grilling, Wu Yonghong, Old man Wang, and the others devoured the food.

"Ah!"

But Yi Feng sighed and shook his head.

"What's wrong, sir?" Old man Wang asked, puzzled.

"The meat is really not that good." Yi Feng took a few bites and threw it on the ground because although the wild beast meat was well-preserved in the ring, it was not very fresh to eat.

However, this caused a pang of unease in Old man Wang and the others.

This meat was the flesh of a demon king. How could the sir be unsatisfied?

"Remember, if you come across any fresh game, don't let it escape!" Yi Feng had no choice but to munch on dry rations while speaking to everyone.

"Fresh game?"

Everyone glanced at each other.

They were all a bit puzzled.

Because it was clear from Yi Feng's words that the meat of the demon king had lost its taste, so the fresh game he was referring to had to be at least a demon emperor or above.

But if there were demon emperors or demon sects nearby, it would be fine, they could catch one for the sir to have as a midnight snack, but the problem was that this was human territory, and there wouldn't be any demon beasts at all!

Thinking of this, Old man Wang cautiously asked, "Sir, in this kind of place, it's difficult to find fresh game, I'm afraid."

"How difficult could it be?"

Yi Feng gave Old man Wang a disdainful look and said, "Look at the environment around us, we'll find something."

The environment around us, we'll find something?

Everyone glanced at each other.

For a moment, they couldn't comprehend the meaning behind Yi Feng's words, but they earnestly kept it in mind.

"So tired!"

"You guys go to sleep early, I'll sleep first."

Yi Feng stretched and prepared to lie down and sleep.

Sleepiness.

Suddenly came.

But just as he was getting into the state, a sudden sound interrupted his sweet dream.

"Bang bang..."

"Boom!"

"Whoosh..."

It was the sound of a battle not far away, piercing and grating.

Of course, besides that, there were also cultivators flying by in the sky from time to time, causing a series of whistling sounds.

"Damn, aren't they annoying!"

This touched a nerve with Yi Feng, who was full of bed rage, and he cursed loudly, "These damn cultivators are just too annoying, can't they receive their guests somewhere else?"

Yi Feng, who suddenly sat up and cursed out loud, struck a chord with Old man Wang, Pork Rong, and the others.

Their faces were filled with a sense of gravity.

These people in Nansha really have no discernment. Despite knowing that the master wants to experience the life of an ordinary person, they still create such a commotion, attracting numerous cultivators to fly aimlessly.

They even disturbed the master's sleep.

This is absolutely intolerable!

"Master, it's alright, it's alright. You rest, have a good rest."

"Yes, Master, please rest quickly and don't stoop to the level of these people."

Pork Rong and the others anxiously comforted Yi Feng, fearing that he would become furious because of this.

"Fine, fine. After you're done, hurry up and go to sleep!"

Yi Feng waved his hand, took a few blades of grass, and made two pairs of earplugs for himself and his disciple. He inserted them into their ears.

Just as he lay down, he felt it wasn't secure enough, so he took out a few pills from his storage ring.

The effect of these pills was ordinary, similar to the sleeping pills from his previous life. Yi Feng prepared them in case he couldn't sleep due to the time difference caused by long-distance travel.

He didn't expect to need them so soon.

"Disciple, have one too."

Yi Feng called out and threw one into Zhong Qing's mouth.

After taking the sleeping pills, drowsiness quickly set in.

The master and disciple gradually began to snore by the campfire.

Seeing that the master and disciple had finally fallen asleep, Pork Rong, Old man Wang, Wu Yonghong, Zhuge Rong, and Chu Kuangshi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next moment,

Their expressions changed, a sharp glint flashing in their eyes.

Unbeknownst to one another, Pork Rong, Old man Wang, Wu Yonghong, Zhuge Rong, and Chu Kuangshi slowly stood up.

Then, with grim faces, they disappeared into the darkness of the night...