Master of Strange Dao

For those too weak, if they get tainted by the demon qi and qi-blood, a single misstep could lead to their body being contaminated.

It's not uncommon for someone to transform into a demon right on the spot.

Those kinds of tasks, strong cultivators definitely wouldn't handle them; it's mostly body cultivators who can withstand the erosion.

If a body cultivator is tainted, at least they can endure for a while longer and still be saved.

From several miles away, Yu Ziqing furrowed his brows slightly, as the scent of blood was mixed with a pungent odor of urine.

Even if he held his breath, that smell seemed to have a mind of its own, crawling into one's nostrils, truly revolting.

Yu Ziqing somewhat understood why there weren't any experts here at all.

If it really got on you, no matter how much you wash, you'd smell foul for years.

No matter how far away on a business trip, people would catch a whiff of urine long before they saw you.

Yu Ziqing didn't rashly approach and even had the Flying Boat move back, flying to the upwind side, which made it a bit better.

Given such a smell, these people still want it, how can they stomach it?

Is the so-called good medicine really a mouthful of stink?

Before long, a barefoot old man with his pants and sleeves rolled up came flying over with some people.

"Are you Qing Ziyu from Jinlan Mountain?"

"Junior Qing Ziyu here, may I ask the senior's honorable name?"

"What's honorable? I'm just farming at the Lihuo Institute."

Yu Ziqing's thought shifted, and he immediately smiled.

"So it's Dean Nong, my apologies for not recognizing you sooner, please have a seat, senior."

As Yu Ziqing finished speaking, Wu Shuangge arranged the table and chairs, setting up a charcoal stove to brew tea.

"Why did the senior personally come here?"

"No need for idle talk, your reason for coming is the same as mine." Dean Nong cast a glance at Wu Shuangge, whose eyes were practically glowing green, making Wu Shuangge feel uncomfortable and instinctively move behind Yu Ziqing.

"I heard a Great Demon had fallen here, so I came hoping to procure some Great Demon Meat for cultivation, but I didn't expect the stench to be this strong."

"I can make the decision to give you eighty thousand pounds of meat, just help process it; regular filth buckets can't handle it."

Yu Ziqing knit his brows.

The mention of filth buckets made Yu Ziqing feel awkward, as if the Great Demon meat had been soaked in shit...

But this giant shark naturally has this scent, and there is nothing that can be done.

"Eighty thousand pounds to process all the meat? Senior, is this how you do business?

Maybe I'll just ask Senior Peeling instead."

"No, wait, don't be hasty."

Dean Nong saw this and panicked.

"Eighty thousand pounds isn't enough for you? This stuff loses its efficacy the longer it sits."

"I have a big family, and the most voracious one can eat eighty thousand pounds of Great Demon Meat in a single sitting, no problem.

With a few million mouths to feed, I can't just let them have no taste at all, right?

This whole Great Demon can be devoured by my family in one day."

Seeing that Dean Nong was about to say something, Yu Ziqing pointed to the Great Demon lying like a mountain by the sea in the distance.

"Besides, if it's not processed, even if you could bear the taste, who could eat it?

A body cultivator below the Seventh Tier might transform into a demon after just one bite.

The cost of processing this meat would exceed the value of the meat itself, wouldn't it?"

Dean Nong was left speechless.

In fact, he wasn't even planning to treat this meat as Great Demon Meat but was instead considering burying it somewhere to see if it could be used as fertilizer over time.

"How much do you want?"

"On Senior Peeling's behalf, I'll only take a third of their share. That's better than just throwing it away.

As for your share, I want half. You won't lose out, it'll be much better than handling it yourselves."

"Half is too much."

"Then add the demon's filth package and a tenth of each cut portion, and I'll only take a third."

"No way, the most valuable parts are the other parts, and for the filth package, at most, half."

"Senior Peeling definitely won't want the filth package; senior, this is an empty-handed deal for you. You won't lose a thing, three-quarters of the filth package, or forget it, you handle it yourselves."

"Having that wouldn't do you any good. If Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures grow from it, I'll give you a third!"

"If it's no good, then forget it."

"Alright, alright, a quarter it is!"

Dean Nong sighed; everything else was negotiable.

But the filth package, they couldn't process it at all, and it was entirely useless.

If Yu Ziqing didn't want it, they'd have to discard it all, gaining nothing.

Yu Ziqing poured tea for Dean Nong, and with a smile, said:

"Senior, have some tea. May our cooperation be agreeable and may you soon cultivate Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures."

"Thank you for your kind words. I hope so too."

Yu Ziqing didn't have to do anything; Dali would handle it all.

The corpse of a Great Demon, as large as a mountain, sounds like a lot at several tens of thousands of pounds.

But in reality, digging a corner two or three yards square could yield several tens of thousands of pounds.

Yu Ziqing wouldn't haggle over specific quantities with them, just a proportion will do.

Without their processing, handling the Great Demon meat would cost two to three times more.

With that money, people could just buy Spiritual Medicine, possibly obtaining better results.

And this mountain-sized giant shark could not possibly be something only a few could digest.

If they couldn't fully process it quickly, the meat's effectiveness would diminish, leading to sure losses in the end.

It's better to let Yu Ziqing handle it, with less cost, more efficiency, and ensuring the meat is distributed while it's most potent.