Chapter 1176
Wyatt's seemingly bottomless wealth left Linus reeling. It felt like Wyatt was a walking treasure chest, with no end to the riches he casually pulled out.
Three hours passed, and the firelight danced as the pot of Dual-Horned Power Pig stew simmered. The meat glowed in the bubbling broth, emitting a dazzling radiance and a mouthwatering aroma.
"Let's toss in these valuable herbs. They'll make this stew even better," Wyatt said, savoring the scent with a look of pure delight.
He pulled out five vibrant spirit herbs, each shimmering with a faint glow, and tossed them into the pot without hesitation.
These herbs were spoils from taking down Maxim and other Shade Order disciples, adding to the impressive haul Wyatt had already stashed away.
Wyatt's bounty on Shade Order disciples wasn't just for revenge—it was also a way to amass treasures. Why scavenge himself when others could do the work, only for him to swoop in and take it all?
"Using spirit herbs to stew rare beasts... this is some next-level indulgence," Linus muttered, unsure whether to admire or envy Wyatt. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd even get a taste of the stew.
"Hey, have you two seen that lion cub?" Wyatt asked suddenly.
"Yeah," Estelle replied. "It came by looking for you when you went into the mountains. When it didn't find you, it left. But it smelled awful, like really awful."
Wyatt smirked knowingly. "That checks out."
He had spiked Zarian with some potent toxins earlier, causing it to vomit and purge non-stop. As the leader of the Venomspire Sect, he wasn't bluffing about his expertise. Zarian had brought this on itself.
"It's almost ready. Let's give it a bit more time to stew down so the flavors soak in," Wyatt said, stirring the pot.
The stew was transforming into a radiant crimson broth, with the meat turning tender and richly infused with the essence of the herbs. The aroma was intoxicating, filling the air with a savory scent that made Estelle's mouth water.
"This smells amazing! I can't wait!" Estelle exclaimed, licking her lips as her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Linus, who had been keeping an eye on the pot, nodded. "It's ready."
"Alright. Dig in!" Wyatt called out, fishing a glistening chunk of meat from the pot. Just as he was about to take a bite, an overwhelming stench hit him like a truck.
"What the hell? Not you again!" Estelle groaned, pinching her nose as she turned to see Zarian stumbling toward them.
It looked like it had been through hell. Its once-proud demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a pitiful, disheveled state. Its fur was matted, reeking as it vomited bile-green liquid onto the ground.
Then, as if to make things worse, it doubled over and… let loose in the most horrifying way.
"Goddamn it! Get out of here!" Wyatt and Linus yelled in unison, both of them grimacing as the cub ruined the atmosphere.
Zarian collapsed onto the ground, clutching its stomach. "What the hell did you do to me?" it whimpered weakly.
Wyatt sneered. "I told you I was the Venomspire Sect's leader, didn't I? You didn't listen. You tried to run. Now look at you."
"Okay. I know it now. Please, no more! Ryatt, I'm begging you, give me the antidote!" Zarian groveled, all its pride and arrogance completely shattered.
"Why should I? Your attitude stinks. You are not even cooperative. What reason do I have to help you?" Wyatt replied, shaking his head with mock disappointment.
"I'll do anything! I swear! I'll be your loyal mount, no complaints, no resistance. You can hit me, yell at me, whatever you want!" Zarian was utterly defeated, its voice pitiful and full of desperation.
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious! Cross my heart and hope to die. You're my boss from now on!" the cub declared, though Wyatt noticed the sneaky way it mumbled the last part under its breath.
"Fine. Here's the antidote." Wyatt flicked a small white pill toward the lion.
"Holy crap! May God bless you and your family!" Zarian cried, swallowing the pill without hesitation. Almost immediately, Zarian felt the nausea and pain subside, confirming the antidote was real.