Chapter 80: Leaving an Egg...
Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu
The large cauldron which had risen over twenty meters into the air shook, and the egg slowly rolled out of it.
'F*ck! My egg!'
"Ah! Eggy!"
Bei Feng looked at the falling egg with some pity while Xia Lianyan's eyes lit up in delight as she watched the falling egg.
The fishing hook had latched onto the cauldron's leg, causing it to tip upside down as it ascended.
With the toughness of the Jinling Eagle's egg's shell, it wouldn't break even if it fell from a great height.
In contrast, the softer parts of the ground even sank in slightly as the egg landed.
Xia Lianyan quickly dashed towards the egg which had landed some distance away.
"Kuang!"
"Pa!"
But before she could reach the egg, an elaborate-looking cauldron lid landed right on top of the egg, smashing it into pieces!
"AH! I'm going to die from anger!"
Xia Lianyan felt like vomiting a mouthful of blood as she looked at the remains of the egg which had been smashed beyond recognition.
"Don't let me find out who you are, you big baddy!"
Xia Lianyan screamed in rage at the sky before turning around and punching out at a cow-like Demonic Beast.
"Moo!"
Her fist seemed so small compared to the humongous body of the cow-like Demonic Beast, and yet it was this small fist that brought the beast to its knees in just one hit!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Bai Wuxie also vented his anger on a Demonic Beast, raining blow after blow on the poor creature like a man gone mad. This was simply giving one's enemy a wife and losing one's soldiers as well!
If he knew it was going to be like this, he might as well have given it to Xia Lianyan from the start. At the very least, he would have been able to obtain the favor of Xia Lianyan. That would still be better than having the cauldron stolen and not even knowing who the thief was!
In that moment, Bei Feng only cared about reeling the cauldron out of the well first. An egg and a lid had already fallen off. Who knew if the cauldron itself would not fall off as well?
Very quickly, the 1.5 meter tall cauldron emerged from the well.
Bei Feng pulled it out and set the cauldron in the yard.
"Ding! Grade 3 treasure obtained, top grade Medicinal Cauldron! (Incomplete set. This cauldron had been used to refine countless pills and medicine. As time passed, medicinal essence had been absorbed by the cauldron, allowing it to have twice the success rate when refining medicinal pills of Grade 4 and below.) Experience gained: 3,000! Experience required for advancement to level 3 Fisherman: 96,900!"
"Eh? It's not a cooking pot?"
Bei Feng had assumed that this was a formidable cooking pot, and had not expected it to be a medicinal cauldron instead.
'Since I don't even know how to refine pills yet, I might just as well use it for cooking. Weren't those people using it to cook an egg just now?'
Bei Feng recalled the White Jade Fishing Rod into his body and went to the basement excitedly, slicing off a generous chunk of Variant Giant Salamander meat.
He soaked the meat in a pot filled with hot water to get rid of the goo-ish slime covering its skin before throwing the meat into the cauldron. Then, he took the lid from a large wok and placed it over the cauldron's mouth. This was something that couldn't be helped. Who asked the cauldron's lid to drop off so easily?
"Mystic Two, Mystic Three, come over here, give me a hand," Bei Feng gestured at the two loafers.
"F*ck, why is it the two of us again?" Mystic Two mumbled unhappily.
"There's no way around it. Do you have the guts to push the errands onto the other two?" Mystic Three said bitterly as he hurried to Bei Feng's side.
With regards to the sudden appearance of such an exquisite large cauldron in the yard, the two only stared in amazement for a short moment before they completely ignored it.
In any case, the boss seemed to be especially fond of conjuring all sorts of strange items out of thin air. Although this cauldron looked quite nice, they were not too shocked by it.
"Mystic Two, go bring some firewood over from the shed. Mystic Three, go bring some fresh water from the well and pour it into the cauldron."
Bei Feng sat down on his recliner beneath the Banyan tree and instructed sternly with the bearing of an oppressive landlord chastising the village folks.
"What about you boss? What will you be doing?"
Mystic Two asked dumbly.
"Me? Can't you see that I'm supervising the two of you?"
Bei Feng replied in a surprised tone, as though it were only right and natural for him to be reclining under the shade of the Banyan tree.
'As expected, those who can make it as a boss all possess incomparably thick skin...' Mystic Two thought dully.
"But..."
"Pa!"
"Ow! What the hell did you hit me for?"
"Stop standing around like an idiot. Hurry up and get to work!"
Seeing that Mystic Two was about to say something more, Mystic Three immediately smacked the former on the back of the head, causing him to stagger forward.
"D*mn it! I'm Mystic Two! How dare a person ranked below me and named Mystic Three hit me?!"
Mystic Two's face turned red as he whirled around, ready to remind Mystic Three about the power of his claypot-sized fist.
But as he turned around, he only saw Mystic Three winking at him and signaling him with his eyes, causing him no small amount of confusion.
'What the hell? Don't tell me that this brat Mystic Three... has that kind of hobby? I actually haven't realized this in the past! It's true that there aren't any women here, but even if he's lonely, to actually go to such lengths...'
Mystic Two felt his chrysanthemum clench violently and quickly fled the scene, disappearing into the shed like a puff of smoke. [1]
'Hm? How did this idiotic fellow became so quick-witted?'
Mystic Three had a vacant look on his face. He didn't know that in that moment, his image in Mystic Two's mind had been completely transformed.
Shaking his head vigorously, Mystic Three picked up the bucket and threw it into the well.
Mystic Three was a rather smart person. He understood his real status, and always kept it in mind.
Although the boss had not done anything to them for now, and had even taught them the mystical breathing technique, Mystic Three had never forgotten that, with the exception of Mystic One, they all used to be human traffickers!
As such, he had always been living on tenterhooks, afraid that if he so much as did something that displeased Bei Feng, he would face extremely terrifying consequences as his old and new sins would be judged together.
Mystic Two soon returned with an armful of firewood; meanwhile, Mystic Three was still dumping bucket after bucket of water into the large cauldron.
Normally, Mystic Two would have gone and helped Mystic Three with the task as he soon as he returned. But as he recalled the scene from earlier, he felt like he should distance himself from Mystic Three as much as possible. Even the way he looked at Mystic Three was extremely strange.
"What are you standing around for? Light the fire!"
Bei Feng looked at the dazed Mystic Two and snapped sharply.
'Bloody hell, did they think themselves to be lords now that I've cooked for them the past few days?'
Bei Feng thought darkly. It seems he had been treating them too kindly as of late.
"Cough, cough!"
Mystic Two was a human trafficker. He was used to having everything served to him. Not to mention cooking with firewood, when had he ever needed to cook a meal himself?
Despite fumbling around for a long time, there was not even a spark to be seen. Instead, the yard was wreathed in thick, black smoke. Those who didn't know what was going on would think that the mansion was on fire.
"Bai Xiang, come over here and teach Mystic Two how to light a fire."
Bei Feng was completely speechless. If this went on, he might as well be making smoked meat.
"Ok."
Bai Xiang walked over, grabbed a bunch of hay, lit it on fire and placed it under the cauldron. Then, he slowly placed a few fermented corn cobs on the hay before stacking the firewood on top.
In no time, a hearty fire burst forth and surrounded the large cauldron.
"Gulu! Gulu!"
Half an hour later, a sweet fragrance rose out of the medicinal cauldron as the soup started to boil.
Another half an hour passed, and the fragrance had become thicker and thicker. The runes on the sides of the cauldron also began to swim about as the fire raged around it.
[1] ED/N: In case you don't know it, chrysanthemum is Chinese slang for one's bottom.