C12 Immortal Spiritual Chicken Soup

When he reappeared before Ye Feng, he was clutching two Pearl Fire Cloud Birds in his grasp.

The claws of the Pearl Fire Cloud Birds were bound by a vine that appeared incredibly strong. Despite their struggles, they couldn't escape its hold.

The young man tossed the Pearl Fire Cloud Birds at Ye Feng's feet and also threw down a bundle of Immortal Spirit Grass.

"Here's what you were after. It's getting late, so I'll escort you out of the Wailing Forest."

Without giving Ye Feng a chance to respond, the youth waved his hand, and Ye Feng felt the world whirl around him. When he regained his bearings, he found himself at the edge of the Wailing Forest.

"High cultivation really has its perks," he mused. He could be whisked away with a mere gesture, and Ye Feng wondered when he might reach such a level.

After his moment of reflection, Ye Feng picked up the two Pearl Fire Cloud Birds and the large bundle of Immortal Spirit Grass and started back on the path he had come from.

But upon his return to the old man's house, the old man was nowhere to be found.

"Where has that old man wandered off to now?"

After searching high and low, Ye Feng decided to put the old man out of his mind for the moment and focus on completing his task.

To understand a medicinal herb, one must first taste it. Bearing in mind that the Immortal Spirit Grass was a Middle Grade herb, Ye Feng took a small piece, no bigger than a fingernail, and tasted it.

As soon as it touched his tongue, a rich mushroom flavor enveloped his senses, followed by a warmth that spread throughout his body, a comforting flow of warmth that infused his limbs and bones.

He instantly realized that the Immortal Spirit Grass likely had the ability to replenish Spiritual Force.

Having discerned the medicinal properties and flavor of the Immortal Spirit Grass, Ye Feng turned his attention to the Pearl Fire Cloud Bird beside him.

Truth be told, the bird bore a striking resemblance to the Pearl Chicken from a certain country, with the only differences being the pearl-like crystal atop the Pearl Fire Cloud Bird's head and the fiery red plume trailing its tail, which from afar, resembled a blazing flame.

Hmm...

As Ye Feng considered this combination, a dish came to mind: Mushroom Chicken Soup.

Given that the Immortal Spirit Grass was a Middle Grade Spirit Grass, Ye Feng used only a very small part of it.

When it came time to handle the Pearl Fire Cloud Bird, the challenge was significantly greater than dealing with the immobile Immortal Spirit Grass. The Pearl Fire Cloud Bird, a level five Body Tempering Spirit Beast, possessed extraordinary physical strength and tricky attack methods. Even with its legs bound, Ye Feng knew he had his work cut out for him.

"Hold still, this will be quick and painless," Ye Feng reassured, using the pot as a shield and the spade as a sword, inching closer to the Pearl Fire Cloud Bird step by step.

Sensing danger, the Pearl Fire Cloud Bird let out a furious roar and hurled a fireball at Ye Feng. Clutching the Chef God Celestial Meteorite Pot, Ye Feng was relieved that it could withstand the bird's flames, though the heat still seeped through the pot. Thankfully, the handle was insulated, or else the pot's temperature might have made it impossible for Ye Feng to maintain his grip.

Bearing the scorching heat, Ye Feng pressed on. The Fire Cloud Bird, enraged that its flames had no effect on Ye Feng, screeched and flapped its wings, conjuring a whirlwind that lifted Ye Feng into the air.

It was a stroke of luck that the old man had installed a defensive array in the house; otherwise, the whirlwind might have left no trace of the building. As the wind subsided, Ye Feng crashed to the ground with a thud. A sweet taste filled his throat, and a rush of blood surged within him before he spat out a mouthful of crimson.

"Damn it! I refuse to believe I can't handle you," Ye Feng muttered. He feigned a retreat, and once the Fire Cloud Bird's attention shifted, he sneered and hurled the treasured sword left by Chen Yu. Chen Yu might not have been impressive, but the sword was indeed a valuable asset. The blade cut through the air, reaching the Fire Cloud Bird with lightning speed.

As the Fire Cloud Bird sensed danger and attempted to turn back, the sword was already before it. Instinctively, the bird raised its wings to shield its head.

Ye Feng paid no mind to whether his sword could penetrate the Fire Cloud Bird's defenses. Distracting the bird with the sword was merely a part of his strategy.

Seizing the moment when the Fire Cloud Bird was fending off the sword's assault and had slightly lowered its guard, Ye Feng swiftly closed the distance. With a deft shove, he dislodged the pearl from atop its head.

The pearl was the Fire Cloud Bird's vital point; deprived of it, the bird writhed in agony on the ground.

Ye Feng didn't have to wait long. The Fire Cloud Bird's strength waned, and it eventually lay motionless on the ground.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ye Feng picked up the Fire Cloud Bird and headed for the kitchen.

The Fire Cloud Bird's most striking feature, aside from its fiery cloud-like coloration, was its feathers. These feathers were a formidable defense against fire. At the Fire Cloud Bird's level, it was impervious to any flame attacks below the Heavenly Yuan Realm.

Being a Spirit Beast, its flesh was a premium ingredient for enhancing one's cultivation.

Combined with a dash of Immortal Spirit Grass, the resulting soup was a superior concoction for replenishing Spiritual Force and boosting cultivation.

After hours of simmering, the Spiritual Herb Chicken Soup was ready, its rich aroma wafting for miles around.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the task of brewing a pot of soup with Immortal Spirit Grass. Additionally, since the group did not seize the herbs, you've earned an extra bonus of goodwill points.]

"Goodwill points have increased by five, and mission points by one hundred. The corresponding rewards have been added to the system backpack."

Listening to the system's announcement, Ye Feng hastily emptied the pot of soup. As he watched the sun dip lower in the sky, he grew anxious.

Usually, by this time, the old man would have succumbed to his hunger and returned early to hasten the meal preparation. Yet today, it was already late, and there was still no sign of him.

"Could that old man have gotten lost due to senile dementia?" Ye Feng mused, unable to suppress his comment.

As he contemplated whether to go out and search for him, a whirlwind suddenly whipped up in the distant woods.

Soon after, the old man's disheveled figure came into view.

Before Ye Feng could say a word, the old man had already flashed in front of him, seizing the front of his shirt.

"You little rascal, be honest with me, did you or did you not go to the core area?"

Ye Feng blinked. "Have you been tracking me?"

With that, what was left for the old man to misunderstand?

The old man extended his hand and smacked Ye Feng on the top of his head, "Haven't I warned you? Stay away from the core area. Why don't you ever listen?"