Alien Science Cultivation

"I'm having a good time today... Let me show you my skills..." Zhang Qiang said with a smile, looking at the pheasants roasted by Wang Yan and Chen Ying. While their roasting process was meticulous, they lacked the essential seasonings that made roasted chicken so delicious. While the seasonings available on Earth weren't readily available in this cultivation world, his powerful spiritual sense allowed him to find alternatives. However, several people seemed unconvinced, especially Chen Ying, who rolled her eyes visibly. Wang Wei, however, was unwavering in his unconditional trust in Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang finished speaking, and without further delay, he walked straight up to Wang Wei and selected the largest pheasant, weighing over eight pounds. After all, this was a pheasant that lived near the Qingshan Sect. While they couldn't absorb spiritual energy on their own like cultivators, their passive absorption alone was already extraordinary. Their flesh, bathed in spiritual energy, even simply roasted without any seasoning, had an exceptional flavor.

Zhang Qiang picked up the pheasant and weighed it for a few moments, then his spiritual awareness slowly spread. A moment later, a pile of herbs for seasoning appeared before him. After briefly cleaning them, Zhang Qiang stuffed them into the chicken's stomach. He then pulled a lotus leaf-like herb from his Qiankun Ring and wrapped the pheasant tightly. Watching Zhang Qiang's smooth series of actions, the others couldn't help but feel a little more confident in his words.

Zhang Qiang ignored the others' gazes and, finding a suitable spot, began digging. In a moment, he had a perfectly sized hole. He carefully placed the wrapped pheasant into the hole, covered it with soil, and started a fire, all in one smooth motion.

"Brother Qiang...how are you roasting this..." Wang Wei asked, his face full of confusion. After all, this way of cooking beggar's chicken was only found on Earth, so he had never seen it before.

"This is called Beggar's Chicken. Wait a minute... Boy! You'll see its allure in a moment. How about some wine to soothe your throat? No feast is complete without wine..." Zhang Qiang said as he casually pulled out four jars of Immortal Drunk from his Qiankun Ring. This Immortal Drunk was meticulously brewed by Senior Brother Ni Fang within the Dark Forest's magic circle, using only the finest herbs. Naturally, Zhang Qiang wouldn't miss such a fine wine. He'd been so busy all the way here that he hadn't had the heart to savor it, but now was the perfect time... Then, Zhang Qiang stood up and handed a jar each to Wang Yan and Chen Ying. He wasn't sure if women in the cultivation world drank alcohol. He had never seen Ni Fang drink, after all.

"Immortal Drunk...? This name is much more interesting than Beggar's Chicken. Can it really make immortals drunk...?" Wang Yan took the jar of wine and couldn't help asking.

"It's okay... I've seen a fool who gets drunk often..." Zhang Qiang said softly with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"I really hope to get drunk... This journey has been so tiring... It's just... hehe..." Chen Ying murmured softly, half-smiled, then briskly opened the jar of wine and took a gulp. Zhang Qiang was stunned. He knew the strength of this wine. While it didn't have much of an effect on him, Senior Brother Ni Fang had been knocked unconscious after just a few drinks. Although he was only at the late Jindan stage at the time, that was enough to prove the wine's potency. And this was a souped-up version of the Immortal Drunk!

Zhang Qiang wanted to say something to persuade him, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

"Okay... I won't go home until I'm drunk today..." Wang Yan, observing Chen Ying's behavior, followed suit. She opened the jar of wine and sniffed it, a strange expression on her face. Then, pinching her nose, she took a sip. But after that sip, her mouth opened wide, breathing rapidly, even fanning her mouth with both hands, mumbling incoherently, "So spicy... So spicy..." Her appearance caused several people to burst into laughter.

"Okay... I won't go home until I'm drunk..." Seeing this, Zhang Qiang didn't think any more about it. He repeated Wang Yan's words and took a big gulp.

"Haha... I won't go home until I'm drunk... It's so refreshing..." Wang Wei was not to be outdone and immediately took a swig from the wine jar. Although the wine jar was not very big and could only hold about 5 kilograms of wine, even so, no one dared to say that they could easily withstand the alcohol.

Zhang Qiang had originally planned to let the beggar's chicken roast naturally, but now he couldn't wait any longer. He was worried that the chicken wouldn't be cooked through before the owner collapsed. With that thought, Zhang Qiang's mind moved, and the warmth from the firewood surged towards the pheasant in the soil like a tide. A moment later, the pheasant was cooked through.

Wang Wei used his hands and feet to dig the pheasant out of the soil as quickly as possible. As he slowly peeled back the layer of herbs on top, a rich aroma filled the air. Everyone was stunned and exclaimed in unison, "What a nice aroma!"

As Wang Wei peeled back the herb leaves, a golden, shiny pheasant appeared before them. Wang Wei eagerly ripped off a leg, not caring if it burned his mouth, and took a fierce bite. He bared his teeth at them for a moment before taking a deep breath, narrowing his already narrow eyes, his face filled with enjoyment.

Undoubtedly, the flavor of this roast chicken had completely captivated his taste buds. Seeing this, Chen Ying and Wang Yan were naturally tempted. Just as they were about to get up to taste it, Wang Wei suddenly waved his hand and said, "It's not tasty... It's too salty and the flavor is too strong. I'll do it for you... You guys sit down and eat your own roast chicken..."

Zhang Qiang, Chen Ying, and Wang Yan were stunned. Seeing this, Wang Wei frantically began to rewrap the roast chicken. But just as he finished, Wang Yan kicked him hard in the butt.

"Ouch... who kicked me..." Wang Wei screamed, and his body fell flat on his face. But even in this fall, he held the pheasant in his hand tightly, as if the roast chicken in his hand was more important than his handsome face.

"You little bastard... you want to eat alone, right... ? Be careful or I'll break your legs..." Wang Yan shouted angrily.

"Bishop... I won't dare to do that again, ever again..." Wang Wei lost his temper when he heard Wang Yan's voice. After all, Wang Yan's power was deeply ingrained in him.

Wang Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him and snatched the roast chicken from his hand.

"Teach me how to make chicken legs..."

"Gone……"

"But……"

"No but..."

"Woo woo...my chicken drumstick, the chicken drumstick I've eaten...you won't let it go?"

"Shut up……"