Chapter 1378: Chapter 581: First Generation Grandmaster
Qin Ming was astonished, smelling the enticing aroma of the roasted Strange Insect, even his strong determination wavered as his tongue tip tingled, making him want to take a bite immediately.
The fist-sized Crimson insect felt heavy, apart from its almost transparent wings and a purple stripe on its back, its entire body was as red as molten iron. Even a tap with a finger would produce a clear metallic resonance.
Qin Ming couldn’t resist transforming into an "Iron-eating Beast".
Mostly because the aroma was so tempting, making one’s mouth water.
Qin Ming’s grandmaster-level fingers were like scissors, and upon touching the Crimson insect, there was a clang sound, indeed like peeling metal skin.
With a gentle flick, a glowing chunk of flesh the size of a fingertip appeared before him.
The fragrance became even richer, really making one’s mouth water, unable to resist swallowing.
"Here, you try first." Qin Ming beckoned, calling over one of the three bodies.
Insects often have toxins, especially with this Strange Insect, if there’s poison, it might even take down a grandmaster.
Though Qin Ming had already detected the absence of poison, caution was wise.
The Little Worm, Two Puppets, and Chairman were fighting the swarm, forming a triangular formation, continually killing insects to shield Qin Ming, allowing him to sit peacefully.
Little Worm stepped forward, ready to taste.
"Do you have muscle memory?" Qin Ming was surprised, because, during resonance, he hadn’t smiled, yet he inadvertently noticed the corners of its mouth slightly curved.
Little Worm’s subtle grin, besides its usual mischievous aura, seemed to carry an air of experience.
Qin Ming said, "You are an insect too. Eating the Crimson insect might mean consuming the offspring of your sworn brother."
After resonance ceased, Little Worm was naturally quiet, yet seemed to wordlessly convey: You should act human.
Qin Ming decided to be kind, waved his hand, and let it retreat under resonance.
Soon after, the chunk of flesh fell into Two Puppets’ mouth. Handsome and serious, he chewed slowly, immediately releasing spirit essence, evidently a nourishing delicacy.
The Chairman then gracefully approached, her waist-length silver hair fluttering in the night breeze, savoring the Strange Insect meat with her bright red lips glimmering in the dusk.
Once Qin Ming confirmed no issues, he began to indulge happily.
He felt like peeling crabs or lobsters, though the Crimson insect’s shell was harder, full of metallic texture.
This Strange Insect has a very low flesh yield; each is fist-sized but only a fingertip-sized piece of meat is edible.
Calling it an insect, yet its interior has a metallic skeleton, truly absurd.
However, the flesh is undoubtedly exquisite, Qin Ming’s whole mouth overflowing with fragrance, his tongue seeming to melt along with it.
Moreover, a wave of warmth surged, spirit essence nourishing his body.
Amidst clanging sounds, his fingers flew over, leaving glowing insect shells everywhere.
Qin Ming felt like he was cracking sunflower seeds.
He peeled a pile of metal shells, yet barely ate any flesh, feeling unsatisfied.
Yet the flesh was so delicious, it had already become addictive.
Soon, he set up a large cauldron, gathered a heap of Crimson insects right there, purified them, and began steaming them.
In short order, the salt-roasted Crimson insect, and flesh straining soup, various preparations were faithfully executed by the Little Worm, Two Puppets, and Chairman, assisting him in dining.
Qin Ming gave high praise, saying: "Steaming gives a sweet and fragrant taste, preserving the most primal flavor, truly a supreme delicacy."
"The insect soup, fresh to the bone marrow, endlessly memorable, worthy of gracing an immortal banquet."
"After roasting, the flesh’s golden hue enveloped the entire canyon with fragrance, accompanied by gleaming streamers, making me feel comforted, every pore relaxing."
Qin Ming couldn’t stop praising, eating with endless relish.
Most importantly, he wasn’t just satisfying his appetite, it was a wonderfully good "supplement."
He broke through to the Fifth Realm - True Form. His physique was still improving, enjoying high-grade ingredients equals directly and effectively nourishing himself, promoting rebirth.
"The insects are freshly slain, alright, I’ll handle it myself; your hands create too many insect corpses, piling up makes the flesh less fresh."
Qin Ming waved, proficiently managing himself, practicing the skill of self-sufficiency.
He resonated slightly, letting the three bodies rest nearby, either meditating practicing skills, or eating to replenish.
Behind Qin Ming, the chaotic True Form was ever-changing, Tao rhythm intertwined its flesh and blood, while a hazy light rain enveloped outside, his transformation continued, increasingly sacred, as if ascending to feather up.
He drank wine, savored delicacies, in this eerie Grand Canyon feeling quite at ease, entirely lacking the tension or sense of danger expected in the Wilderness.
No reason for concern, he had become a grandmaster, with confidence at heart.
Glowing swarms like a fiery cloud spread over, buzzing wings sounding like metal sheets scraping, an eerie scene nonetheless became a true "meal delivery" mission, barely bothering Qin Ming.
Upon reaching the grandmaster domain, Qin Ming’s spiritual perception sharpened, capturing even slight anomalies, although appearing calm and relaxed, each Crimson insect’s movement path vividly reflected in his mind, missing none.
The Queen of Insects hadn’t arrived, merely a swarm charging, barely worth noting against Qin Ming.
Simultaneously, Qin Ming’s Fifth Realm sense, perceived subtle changes in those three bodies.
Though controlled by him, moving under his resonance.
However, they also had certain slight anomalies, not escaping his keen observation, likely emerging from innate former body memories.
