Monarch Night

Xue Fuxiao nodded, "You're talking about those two Blood Tigers, right? They indeed don't compare to this Hong Cattle. Those two Blood Tigers are just too vile and too smelly."

"This isn't a Hong Cattle, it's a Hong Calf. By the looks of it, it's still a young Hong Calf. The essence within is still intact, probably hasn't matured, and hasn't mated—a virgin Hong Calf. This kind of veal is the most delicious."

Duan Xiyang corrected, then extended his hand, "Give me the knife."

"Get lost! You're using my Emotion Cutting Saber for cutting beef?"

"You've cut human flesh, and I never complained."

Duan Xiyang said, "If my Sui Meng Spear weren't unsuitable for cutting, who would use your worthless knife."

Xue Fuxiao tossed the knife over, "Be careful not to be bitten back by my knife."

Duan Xiyang sighed, "Your jokes are really cold."

Then he took the knife and killed the Hong Calf in one stroke, carefully skinning it with serious movements.

Xue Fuxiao stood by the side, supervising Duan Xiyang's work, "Right, just like that, follow the grain of the meat, cut it smoothly, then roast it. Your Sui Meng Spear doesn't have this feature."

"That's why I need to use your knife."

Duan Xiyang said, "In a moment, I'll roast the meat with my spear, just like skewering it."

"Makes sense."

Emotion Cutting Saber and Sui Meng Spear started discussing which parts of the Hong Calf were the tastiest.

Emotion Cutting Saber and Sui Meng Spear: "..."

Nima!

I'm a Divine Weapon!

A sentient Divine Weapon!

Falling into the hands of these two is really a waste of a good thing.

After a while, Duan Xiyang shouted, "Come!"

With a wail, the White Bone Shattering Dream Spear flew over helplessly, its body suddenly becoming ten zhang long, suspended in the air.

Duan Xiyang carefully laid slices of beef on it.

Then with a thought, a row of faint blue flames appeared below.

Instantly the roasting beef sizzled.

Duan Xiyang continuously took out various seasonings, sprinkling them on the beef, immediately filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

"My method can maximize the retention of the spirit energy in the meat, with Sui Meng's energy enveloping it. It absolutely can't be overcooked to the point of being inedible. Old Xue, you're in for a treat today."

Duan Xiyang earnestly and meticulously roasted the meat.

Xue Fuxiao said, "Say what you will, Old Duan, your grilling skills are indeed good. If you were to set up a stall, you'd definitely get rich."

Duan Xiyang mercilessly said, "Of course my grilling is delicious. Unlike yours, which is tasteless and hard to swallow. If it weren't for using you, I wouldn't eat a bite."

Xue Fuxiao was furious, "Then you do it all in the future."

"Keep dreaming."

Duan Xiyang said, "Having the top Guardian meticulously roast meat for me, even if it turned into crap I'd eat it!"

Xue Fuxiao snorted, acknowledging the other's superior culinary skill; he could only allow himself to be ridiculed. But hearing that last part, he suddenly burst into laughter, "If it really turned into crap, would you still eat it?"

Duan Xiyang, enraged, said, "Keep messing around, I'll eat the whole calf myself."

"No... let's split it. The calf whip is mine!"

"Why, that's a virgin Hong Calf's whip..."

...

A moment later.

Duan Xiyang was devouring a piece of beef ravenously.

While Xue Fuxiao was using the Emotion Cutting Saber, slicing and eating piece by piece.

Grease dripping from his mouth.

"Delicious! Really damn delicious! Duan Xiyang's meat is just delicious!" Xue Fuxiao praised endlessly.

Duan Xiyang, chewing beef, suspiciously lifted his head. Something didn't sound quite right with that statement.

"Got wine?" Xue Fuxiao asked.

"You didn't bring any?" Duan Xiyang fumed.

"Today it's your turn, we drink yours."

"..."

Duan Xiyang threw out several jars of wine, then took out two giant jade bowls, "You're really damn precise in dividing."

The two drank wine and ate beef.

Duan Xiyang took out other dishes from the ring, actually setting up an entire table.

"Tell me, Old Duan, what exactly are you here for?" Xue Fuxiao asked while eating and drinking.

"Don't you know?" Duan Xiyang nonchalantly continued drinking and eating.

"I ask because I know. I feel like you might not be telling the truth." Xue Fuxiao kept his wits about him, feeling quite pleased, thinking himself extraordinarily wise, almost catching up to Sansan.

Duan Xiyang casually said, "Even if you don't know, it doesn't matter if I tell you. Do you still remember the Wujin Spear Demon from two eras ago?"

"The legendary One Cave spear Demon? A lone spear that suppressed both good and evil, I certainly have heard of it."

Xue Fuxiao said.

"You really don't know." Duan Xiyang sighed.

"..."

Xue Fuxiao, unconvinced, said, "You really fell into my trap, huh?"

Duan Xiyang snorted, "Why should I be afraid to tell you; the Wujin Spear of the One Cave spear Demon is now in our sect, and recently it's been emitting constant spear cries, which I found unusual. It's said that the One Cave spear Demon passed away in Wan Ling Zhi Forest. That's why I'm here."

"However, over these eight or nine days, the two of us have been fighting. Using your Sword Intent and Spear Intent combined, I've scoured Wan Ling Zhi Forest and found nothing."

Duan Xiyang said, "So, I said it doesn't matter if I tell you. Besides, even if the One Cave spear Demon were resurrected now, I wouldn't be afraid, let alone his legacy. I'd actually want him to come back to life and have a duel with me."

Xue Fuxiao was stumped, "I see."

More and more, admiration grew in his heart.

Sansan's calculations were indeed miraculous; even this could be anticipated.

Pondering, "Legend has it that the One Cave spear Demon only had one spear technique, yet was undefeatable worldwide. Is that true?"

"Tsk... do you have a problem with your brain?"

Duan Xiyang looked down on him, "Doesn't Dongfang Sansan spend every day with you? He must find it exhausting, huh?"

Xue Fuxiao turned as black as coal, "Stick to the point!"

"The One Cave spear Demon, known as the top spear wielder of all time, do you think it's possible for him to only have one move?"

Duan Xiyang seemed enthralled, "That's because, regardless of the opponent, he only needed one spear thrust, and his opponent would have an extra hole and die; hence the name One Cave spear Demon. Actually, his real nickname wasn't One Cave spear Demon, he had a Wujin Spear; it was his lifelong love, so he called himself the Wujin spear Demon."

"One spear, huh..."

Xue Fuxiao, a bit fascinated, mumbled, "In these eight or nine days, you've speared me a million times."

Duan Xiyang's face flushed, gritting his teeth, "Are you complaining there's not an extra hole on you?"

Xue Fuxiao burst into laughter, "Drink, drink."

Then raised his cup and downed it in one go, "So you came to seek the legacy of the Wujin Spear."

"Nonsense, who in the world uses a spear that doesn't want to find the legacy of the Wujin Spear."

Duan Xiyang said sulkily.

Then he asked, "You've made such rapid progress in such a short time, did you have some encounter?"

Xue Fuxiao, smug, said, "Three years ago, I entered a state of nothing but the saber, recently, I should be coming out of it."

Duan Xiyang realized, "No wonder these two years you've seemed like a fool. Though you were foolish before, not as foolish as now."

Xue Fuxiao grabbed the saber, pointed it at Duan Xiyang's nose, and yelled, "Say that again?"

Duan Xiyang laughed heartily, "So that's how it is, nothing but the saber, haha..."

Xue Fuxiao, sullen, stabbed at a piece of beef, put it in his mouth, "So, are you going to continue searching?"

Duan Xiyang said, "I'm not searching anymore. I came this time to let myself give up. The Wujin Spear fundamentally rejects merging with me; I know the spear demon's spear techniques have no fate with me. I came this time just to confirm."

Xue Fuxiao asked, "Are you sure it's here?"

Duan Xiyang looked at him, and on his gaunt face, a smile appeared, "What good thing are you thinking about? Let me tell you, those on your side who use spears have even less chance. They can't withstand the spear intent of the spear demon."

"If you want to set them up, then by all means."

Duan Xiyang said, "However, I must remind you, perhaps it was originally in this area, but after I've been here, I'm sure it's no longer here. Where it specifically is, I don't know."

Xue Fuxiao sighed, "I figured."

Duan Xiyang's spear techniques were unparalleled, filled with the blood of all living beings and overwhelming evil aura.

The legacy of the spear demon encountering Duan Xiyang's spear intent, it's no surprise it would run away.

"Wait, run?"

Xue Fuxiao frowned, "Isn't the Wujin Spear in Wei Wo Zheng Sect? How could the legacy here run? The spear demon has been dead for so many years, souls and such are baseless rumors. How could it run?"

Duan Xiyang said, "The only thing at Wei Wo Zheng Sect is the Wujin Spear."

Xue Fuxiao frowned, "No spear soul?"

"Yes, no spear soul."

Duan Xiyang said, "The spear soul must have been with the owner."

The Sui Meng Spear emitted a spear cry, clang clang...

It was quite genuine.

Duan Xiyang's face darkened, cursing, "Scram!"

Xue Fuxiao burst into laughter.

Because the Sui Meng Spear said: Master, when you die, my spear soul will also only be by your side!

Duan Xiyang spit on the ground, muttered helplessly, "Damn unlucky."

With a bowl of wine in one gulp, Duan Xiyang said, "It's rare to meet you, let's have another fight, once more, then I'll head back."

Xue Fuxiao, speechless, said, "Since there's nothing to be gained, shouldn't you hurry back? Why have another fight, what's the point?"

"If we don't fight, I'll slaughter a city!"

"Damn it! You're also the top expert, can you use a more graceful way to threaten?"

Xue Fuxiao angrily drew his saber.

"To deal with a fool like you, I can only use the most direct method."

Duan Xiyang held the spear and rushed into the sky.

Xue Fuxiao slashed through the sky, cursing as he chased.

This fight... Duan Xiyang surprisingly was at a disadvantage the whole time, being chased and hacked by Xue Fuxiao.

Duan Xiyang vented in rage, shouting angrily, unable to change the situation.

Because it was entirely unexpected.

He had just used the Sui Meng Spear to roast meat, making the spear body slick with grease. Although he tried to clean it, he still had some on his hands. During the fourth move of their encounter, while clashing with Xue Fuxiao, his hand slipped without reason.

Xue Fuxiao, such a person, this type of opportunity was like a dream, how could he miss it?

So he seized the chance, not allowing Duan Xiyang to breathe, suppressing him in a wholly disadvantageous situation, relentlessly attacking until the battle ended.

Duan Xiyang was so frustrated he exploded, dragging his spear with dark lines on his forehead as he left.

Didn't even say a word.