Alien Science Cultivation

While responding to Wang Wei's words, Wang Yan reopened the roast chicken, reached out and pulled out a shoulder to take a bite, praising it in the same vague way: "My mouth is full of oil, the chicken is so soft and tender, it's really delicious..."

After hearing what Wang Yan said, Chen Ying, who was already eager to try, could no longer suppress her curiosity. She took a step forward, walked to Wang Yan's side, pulled off her other arm and started chewing it.

"It's delicious...not just delicious..." Chen Ying also praised it highly.

"Um... can I have a taste...? Look at me, I'm both a laborer and a winemaker..." Zhang Qiang couldn't help but feel a little itchy when he heard this. Although he had personally cooked this roast chicken, he naturally had no idea what it tasted like...

"Hey..." After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yan handed Zhang Qiang a chicken leg.

"Haha... Thank you, Bishop Wang, you're such a nice person..." Zhang Qiang beamed, praising Wang Yan profusely. He casually took the chicken leg Wang Yan offered him and happily found a place to sit by the campfire. Honestly, Zhang Qiang hadn't had a proper meal in ages, let alone meat, especially this cumin-flavored beggar's chicken!

"What a fat, big chicken drumstick... Hehe..." Zhang Qiang muttered to himself cheerfully. He then brought the drumstick up to his nose and sniffed it, his stomach rumbling.

"It smells so good..." After muttering to himself, just as Zhang Qiang was about to take a bite, his eyes accidentally swept across the bottom of the chicken leg, and a row of neat teeth marks came into view.

"Is this a tooth mark... ? Damn... you... you..." Zhang Qiang pointed at Wang Yan speechlessly, but for a long time he didn't know what to say to express his anger.

"You...you...you...whether you want to eat it or not..." Wang Yan rolled her eyes at Zhang Qiang and said, even sticking out her pink tongue at Zhang Qiang.

"Uncle can tolerate this, but aunt can't..." Zhang Qiang said angrily, and threw the chicken leg in his hand in a perfect curve, and the chicken leg flew into Wang Wei's mouth accurately.

"Brother Qiang... calm down, calm down... I don't want to try the honey trap again..." Wang Wei, holding a chicken leg in his mouth, comforted Zhang Qiang incoherently.

Wang Yan and Chen Ying looked at Zhang Qiang with amusement, eating their roast chicken while waiting for his wrath to unleash. However, to their surprise, Zhang Qiang simply snorted, "Hmph..." His expression didn't change much, and he even seemed to be enjoying it. They were busy wolfing down their roast chicken and didn't pay much attention to Zhang Qiang's slightly strange reaction.

Zhang Qiang ignored their rude eating and sat down again, only holding a bag of seasoning. He casually opened the bag, and an intoxicating aroma immediately spread. He unconsciously hummed a little tune: "Why is youth spent like mud, only to know pain and failure at the end... Can youth be lost or bought..." Zhang Qiang hummed as he sprinkled the spices on the roast chicken in front of him. He then took a branch and smeared the seasoning all over the chicken, smearing it over and over again, using his spiritual sense to guide the seasoning molecules into every cell of the roast chicken.

As the aroma of roasted chicken grew stronger... Zhang Qiang finished singing his little song. As Zhang Qiang's singing ended, the scene fell silent, with only the occasional crackling sounds from the three bonfires. Zhang Qiang was stunned, and then he realized that he might have gotten into trouble. He had unknowingly sung his favorite little song on Earth. After realizing it, Zhang Qiang just turned his head to explain to a few people, but he didn't expect to be interrupted by a group of figures. What caught his eyes was a large group of beautiful women and handsome men looking at him with burning eyes. Zhang Qiang couldn't help but be startled, and whispered to himself: "Damn... so many people... when did they get here?" But as soon as he said this, he felt something was wrong. After all, he was showing himself as an uncle at the moment, and he couldn't be so rude. So he quickly spoke again: "You don't have to be polite, my friends... Eat as much as you want. It's better to come at the right time than to come at the wrong time... Don't be polite, come on..." As Zhang Qiang spoke, he took down the roast chicken and used a small knife to share the food with everyone... But everyone seemed to be unable to hear him at all, as if they had entered some mysterious state and couldn't extricate themselves.

Just as Zhang Qiang was wondering, he felt a pat on the back, startling him. Then, Chen Ying's voice rang out slowly, "They don't seem to be coming for your roast chicken..."

"Why are they here...? Is there an enemy attack..." Zhang Qiang speculated. He understood that a cultivator with this expression, besides entering a special state, could also be concentrating on observing something with their spiritual sense... For so many cultivators to gather here, something significant must have happened. Even several elders were suspended in mid-air, staring blankly into the distance. As Zhang Qiang spoke, he also spread his spiritual sense to investigate, but saw nothing unusual.

"That's not right... Why are you okay...?" Zhang Qiang looked at Chen Ying strangely and asked softly.

"I admit that you sing very well and very touchingly... but you don't want me to be like them. I have a golden finger. However, your singing voice is much more powerful than Wang Yan's charm..."

"Is it really coming for my singing...? Haha..." Zhang Qiang asked in confusion, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chen Ying also looked at Zhang Qiang in surprise and whispered, "What if..." She continued with a slight irritation, "Hurry up and leave... When they come to their senses, they might treat you like a guinea pig, tearing you apart and studying you..."

As Chen Ying spoke, she dragged Zhang Qiang towards her cave.

"That's not the case...? I didn't do anything! And my roast chicken and wine..." Zhang Qiang looked at the roast chicken he had just cooked with confusion and reluctance, his face speechless. He didn't use his spiritual sense to retrieve the roast chicken because he didn't believe that his broken voice could have such charm. However, he was quite confident in the skills he had practiced for more than ten years as a single parent. So he simply thought that everyone was attracted by the aroma of the roast chicken, so leaving the roast chicken and wine for everyone would not make their trip in vain. As for what unknown reasons affected them and caused them to fall into that state. Zhang Qiang couldn't figure it out for a while. To let so many cultivators come here at the same time, and let them enter such a strange state, it was undoubtedly a method that only powerful cultivators could use!

"Are they okay like this... ? And Wang Yan and Wang Wei were also left there..." Zhang Qiang looked back at Wang Yan and Wang Wei and asked.

"Don't worry... My golden finger told me that they are fine. They can't thank you enough. Besides, the leader of Qingshan Sect might come here soon. It's impossible for him not to notice such a big thing. You just take care of yourself first..." Chen Ying comforted while summoning the golden finger to open her cave.