bestfiction Chapter 354 A Big Fish at the Banquet? Eat!
Chapter 354 A Big Fish at the Banquet? Eat!
One sentence caused an uproar on both platforms.
"What did you say? What is that?!" The male cultivator on the next platform roared in disbelief, saying to the attendant, "Bring me the magic artifact."
He snatched the observation artifact and looked up at the sky. There he saw a golden flying fish swimming in the air. Its wings were as thin as gauze, and its tail was long and large. Faint white-gold patterns extended from the fish's belly to its tail.
It's an extremely rare "Golden Wind" flying fish; this one, with its size, could probably fetch 1,800 military merit points on the market.
"I...this...attendant, go and ask the brothers over there how deep they cast their lines and what bait they used. Go quickly."
"Yes, sir, then this one-zhang-long green..."
"Thunderbolt, smash it, then go."
Urged on by the male cultivator, the attendant slammed his fist into the fishing line, unleashing a torrent of powerful lightning magic.
Just then, the two fish were struggling in the exact same direction...
The fish was in excruciating pain from Zhong Ming's violent tug. After gathering its strength for a while, it suddenly lunged forward, but Zhong Ming didn't let it get away with it. He held on tightly, causing the fish to veer quickly to one side.
The two fishing lines rapidly approached each other, and in the instant they intersected, both fish were instantly paralyzed by electricity and fell from the sky. The two fishing lines continued to entangle in the air and spiraled downwards.
"No!!!" Zhong Ming's servant burst into a wail no less than that of someone mourning the death of their own father. My commission!!! If he had just touched this fish, he would have received a huge bonus equivalent to working for more than ten days!!!
He collapsed to the ground, then suddenly burst into a tirade of curses at the servant next door, "What the hell are you doing! Do you know how valuable a living Golden Wind is?!"
Amid Zhong Ming's puzzled expression, he threw the net away and then took out an unprecedentedly soft silk net from his storage bag, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, praying that Huang Jinfeng had only been stunned by the electric shock and was still alive.
At this moment, the male cultivator also felt that he was in deep trouble. Oh no, oh no, had he offended the master? Although it was the servant's mistake and he should take full responsibility, he was still the one who had hired him. If he were to take his anger out on him, things would get very serious.
This isn't a cheap fishing area; everyone who comes here is at least quite wealthy. Plus, the wine Zhong Ming brought out is definitely a top-quality brew for those in the Qi Refining stage, so most of them must be people of considerable importance.
He hurriedly walked over there, hoping to find a chance to apologize, ignoring even the beautiful female cultivator beside him.
The "golden wind" fell, lying quietly on the silk.
Thoroughly, completely, absolutely... dead.
The "One-Zhang-Qing" was entangled with it, but it still had some vitality. After all, it was a very large adult fish, and its physique was much stronger than that of the small "Golden Wind". It survived by chance after the other fish shared the thunder magic.
Just as Zhong Ming was putting away his rod and getting up, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist, please let me explain! This is a huge misunderstanding." The male cultivator hurriedly ran over, steadied himself, raised his foot, and kicked his attendant who was running behind him, knocking him to the ground.
"Fellow Daoist, let me explain. This was his mistake. He used lightning magic recklessly. It was definitely an accident. Apologize now." He then kicked his servant hard in the back, causing a dent in the servant's body.
The servant prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face, begging for mercy: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die! Please forgive me, sir, spare my life..."
In short, the value of this fish might be higher than his compensation payment...
Zhong Ming was completely unaware of the situation at this moment, and he turned to look at the attendant.
His attendant was also in a dilemma. He couldn't escape being scolded, and if he talked less about the value of the golden wind, he might be able to save his colleague's life, but he would also be in deep trouble.
"Sir, this fish... is extremely expensive. It's the most popular ornamental fish among the higher-ups. If you catch one alive and give it to the lord, you can get a reward of over a thousand military merit points. However, if it dies, although its meat is of the finest quality, it will completely rot the moment it dies, and its internal spiritual energy will explode. Even if you put it in a storage bag, it won't be able to escape death. It's really not worth much."
After hearing this, Zhong Ming asked, "You didn't have time to sell them?"
"Yes."
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and cook! Do you know how?"
The attendant hesitated for a moment, then immediately replied, "Yes, I will."
He was even more excited than before. Cooking "Golden Wind"? He could brag about this for the rest of his life, and he might even be able to become a high-end private chef because of it!
As highly demanding professional waiters, they have learned all the techniques for cooking fish on-site.
However, you should know that there are only a handful of people in the entire city with experience in "cooking golden winds," and they are all imperial chefs who specialize in killing the fish kept in the aquariums of the adults during grand banquets.
He moved quickly, his whole being in a state of extreme excitement, busily getting to work.
The male cultivator from next door was completely shocked by Zhong Ming's extravagant spending. Could this be the biological son of that Nascent Soul cultivator? So decisive, so...unconcerned with money? Didn't he feel a trace of regret? No?
Zhong Ming remained calm and instead invited, "Fellow Daoist, if you don't mind, would you like to stay and have a meal? Hey servant, stop kneeling. Do you know how to cook? If so, go and help."
The man kneeling on the ground seemed somewhat incredulous, but upon hearing this, he immediately endured the excruciating pain and stood up, saying, "Thank you, sir, thank you for sparing my life."
The female cultivator next door arrived just then, and faced with such a scene, she was too frightened to approach.
The male cultivator bowed deeply to Zhong Ming and said respectfully, "Fellow Daoist, you are very generous! We humbly accept your invitation."
He really had to consider whether this was the only chance he would ever have in his life to taste the deliciousness of "Golden Wind".
"Oh, you're too kind. Is that person over there your Daoist partner? Why don't you call them over and have a seat?" Zhong Ming greeted them warmly.
The male cultivator glanced at the small stool under Zhong Ming's bottom, which had no spiritual energy whatsoever and was just a simple mortal item. He immediately shouted at the female cultivator who was still hesitating, "What are you standing there for? The master has called you over. Quickly bring out my set of Heavenly Phoenix furniture, hurry up!"
The female cultivator rushed forward in a panic and took out luxurious chairs and dining tables from her storage bag, each one more magnificent than the linguistic knowledge to which Zhong Ling lacked the ability to describe them.