Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Underground palace, training room.

Wei Hong had a look of delight on his face as he sorted and put away all the supplies in front of him.

Then he opened several other storage bags one after another and poured out everything inside.

He didn't get any big surprises this time, but he did gain some small things.

All the spirit stones added up to a total of more than 1,200 pieces, which is not a very large number.

In addition, the top-quality first-grade spiritual rice and monster meat together weighed over a hundred kilograms. Adding what Wei Hong had bought before, even if he ate three meals a day, it would be enough to support him for more than two months.

In addition, more than ten first-grade top-quality monster skins were harvested, and more than two hundred talisman skins were obtained.

In this way, he should be able to draw a large number of evil-killing talismans during his retreat, and he doesn't need to worry about materials such as talisman skins for drawing talismans for the time being, as all the materials can be said to be fully prepared.

The rest were some not-so-valuable miscellaneous items. Wei Hong collected those that were usable, and those that were unusable or had no value were all put into a specific storage bag, waiting to be processed later.

"call"

Wei Hong heaved a sigh of relief and said in secret joy: "With this batch of supplies, even if the whole market outside turns into purgatory, it has nothing to do with me. I will stay in this underground palace and not go out."

Anyway, no matter where he is, he is either practicing or drawing talismans. Since this underground palace is so quiet and undisturbed, and has all the daily necessities, why should he care about what is happening outside?

"Gooji."

At this moment, Wei Hong's stomach happened to rumble.

He touched his stomach and immediately stood up: "Haha, eating is important, eat first and then practice!"

Since he no longer lacks spiritual rice and monster meat, he naturally doesn't need to save anything.

Coming to the specially set up kitchen, Wei Hong directly took a big pot, took out a pound of high-quality spiritual rice and poured it into it. Then he walked to a large bronze cauldron next to it and directly performed two water prison spells.

Wow!

Clean water fell directly into the big cauldron, and this was the water he used in his daily life.

Scoop a spoonful of clean water from the big cauldron and put it into the pot, wash the rice, add some clean water and put it on the rack.

Then, he took out more than a pound of monster meat, cut it into tofu-sized pieces and put it all into the pot.

After everything was ready, Wei Hong stretched out his hand and pointed, and a flame suddenly rose under the iron rack, licking the bottom of the pot fiercely, and the temperature inside the pot also rose.

After a while, the water in the pot began to boil, and the crystal clear rice slowly turned white, emitting a rich fragrance.

The pieces of monster meat spread on the spiritual rice began to change color slowly under the high-temperature steaming, and secreted a lot of oil, which dripped into the spiritual rice below. The mixture created an extremely rich aroma of rice and meat, which made Wei Hong's appetite whet.

After boiling it for a while, he took out a long-handled copper spoon and began to stir it slowly, allowing the monster meat and the spiritual rice to be thoroughly mixed together. The oil gave the white rice a hint of yellow, making it look even more delicious.

Wei Hong stirred it from time to time, making the aroma from the pot become more intense.

Wei Hong couldn't help but sniff the fragrance, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

At this time, he began to take out several white jade bottles containing various seasonings.

He first sprinkled a little salt into the pot, and then added a little bit of several special seasonings in the market.

Then stir it quickly, and the aroma becomes more fragrant and attractive.

After a moment, Wei Hong extinguished the flames with a wave of his hand.

Then he took out a large bowl the size of a human head, and without fear of the heat, he used a copper spoon to scoop all the fragrant rice in the pot into the large bowl, filling the large bowl to the brim, with the rice almost an inch higher than the edge of the bowl.

Picking up the bowl of rice mixed with monster meat, Wei Hong walked to the table next to him, sat down, and began to eat with relish.

I ate it mouthful after mouthful, and it tasted incredibly sweet.

"Well, not bad, the first-grade high-quality spiritual rice and monster meat are so delicious. I don't have to live frugally anymore!"

Wei Hong said cheerfully while eating his meal.

In fact, this cooking method is relatively simple. Wei Hong was hungry and in a hurry, so he did not cook it finely. However, this did not affect the taste of the spiritual rice and monster meat.

Wei Hong seemed extremely satisfied as he feasted on the food. In such a situation, he had enough food and drink and a safe place to live. Such conditions were beyond the reach of most people in the market.

"Why bother fighting to the death? Wouldn't it be better to eat well and practice?" Wei Hong chewed the rice and muttered from time to time.

If people outside heard what he said, they would probably want to chop him into eighteen pieces.

Who wouldn't want to live like this? Who would want to stay in that dangerous market where one could die at any time?

If given a choice, who wouldn’t want to have a safe place to live like a underground palace?

But what about reality?

The reality is that the surviving monks on the ground are in dire straits. During the day, they have to be careful not to be robbed or ambushed, and at night they have to defend against strange attacks. If they don't have any means to deal with the strange things, they will most likely die.

Moreover, the powerful groups they joined would occasionally engage in gunfights, and they might lose their lives every time.

Even so, they still couldn't find much supplies, and the spiritual rice and monster meat they could get were pitifully few, just enough to barely fill their stomachs.

Many monks even live in places without any protection, and they may encounter strange things at any time at night.

Days like this are like purgatory.

In comparison, Wei Hong's current life is like heaven.

It was just an occasional sigh, and I quickly finished the big bowl of rice without giving it much thought.

The life or death of those people outside has nothing to do with him, he just wants to live his life well.

After filling his stomach, he rested for a while, thought about the next arrangements and plans, and then got up and walked towards the training room.

After arriving at the practice room, he sat cross-legged on the golden cushion.

Wei Hong took out a bottle of Qi-boosting pills from his storage bag, opened it, and gently poured out a pill the size of a longan.

Then he opened his mouth, put the pill into his mouth, raised his head and swallowed it.

The pill melted in the mouth and instantly turned into a warm current that began to flow towards the dantian.

Wei Hong did not dare to delay, and quickly closed his eyes, placed his hands on his knees, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate rapidly under his control.

After being busy for many days, Wei Hong finally entered the state of cultivation again!