Chapter 1175

"Yeah, it's yours. Just clean it up quickly—I'm starving," Wyatt said, waving dismissively as if he hadn't just handed over one of the most coveted swords in existence. "Thank you, Ryatt! You're the best!" Estelle beamed, barely able to contain her excitement. For a moment, she even considered kissing him. Linus was dumbfounded, his face twitching. "This guy just handed over the Hundred Blade Sword like it's nothing. Seriously?" he thought. Estelle wasted no time and got to work, using the sword to carve up the Dual-Horned Power Pig. However, its bones were too tough to cut through, even with the sword's unparalleled sharpness. "Here. Use this," Wyatt said, tossing her a small, glowing bone. Estelle tapped it against the pig's bones, and they shattered effortlessly. "Ryatt, what is this? It's ridiculously powerful!" Estelle asked, staring at the bone in awe. "It's a leg bone from a celestial lion," Wyatt said lazily, reclining against a nearby boulder. "A celestial lion leg bone?" Linus froze. His entire body stiffened. He almost fainted on the spot. A celestial lion wasn't just any creature. It was a pseudo-divine beast, a sacred existence that had ruled the ancient world. And Wyatt had one of its leg bones—just casually lying around. "Ryatt, do you even realize what a celestial lion leg bone represents?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Of course I do," Wyatt replied with a shrug, though his tone was filled with annoyance. "Too bad I can't eat it. "This celestial lion's been dead for a million years, and the meat's all rotted away. Makes for a decent club though. One smack and Zarian is out cold." Linus felt like dying. He even considered eating the leg bone of a celestial lion. "Wyatt, a celestial lion leg bone is a sacred relic! It could serve as the foundation for an entire clan's legacy. It should be sealed with divine rituals and worshiped, not… desecrated!" Linus pleaded, his voice almost desperate. "Please." Wyatt rolled his eyes. "It's just a leg bone. Why would I worship it? Now hurry up—I'm starving." Linus could only sigh helplessly, realizing he'd never understand someone as absurdly wealthy as Wyatt. Estelle, however, chuckled, finding Wyatt's attitude incredibly endearing. "Ms. McKenzie, be careful with this pig. Its blood essence, tendons, and bones are incredibly valuable. Make sure none of its essence goes to waste," Linus reminded her as she worked on carving the beast. Wyatt, meanwhile, had already prepared a large jar to collect the blood essence, which was incredibly potent and rare. "Wow! Look at the blood in its horns!" Linus exclaimed as he cracked open the pig's horn. A stream of crimson, fiery liquid poured out, glowing like molten lava. Suddenly, the blood transformed into a small, red spectral image of the Dual-Horned Power Pig, no bigger than a hand. It looked lifelike, its horns sharp and fiery, as it let out an enraged roar. "It's good stuff," Wyatt said with a grin, quickly sealing the blood in the jar. "This blood is packed with spiritual energy and will make for an incredible elixir." After the pig was fully processed, Wyatt and Estelle decided to stew its meat. The flesh was far too tough for grilling, but a slow-cooked pork stew would soften it up perfectly. Before long, Wyatt had set up a large iron pot by the riverbank. "Ryatt, you… you even brought a pot?" Linus asked, his face full of disbelief. Wyatt just shrugged, tossing ingredients into the pot like a seasoned chef. Linus stared at the massive pot, suddenly realizing Wyatt must have some sort of storage artifact. His mind reeled at the thought. A storage treasure with its own internal space was a relic of the ancient world forged by the most powerful cultivators. Even the four Hidden Sects would consider such an item to be priceless. Wyatt, however, treated it like nothing special. Linus could only stare blankly, once again reminded that Wyatt's wealth and power operated on a completely different level.