Chapter 54: Nourishing and Prolonging Life Soup
Chapter 54: Nourishing and Prolonging Life Soup
As an extraordinary market, there is naturally no shortage of stall owners who can make a living.
But Li Yu was the first one to do this.
Not to mention how the medicinal food he was going to sell tasted, the appearance alone was already the best in the market.
Countless eyes followed the rainbow reaching into the sky and were cast towards where Li Yu was. The stall owners and customers on the end street also turned their heads and looked towards that remote corner.
The stall owners closest to Li Yu were all perked up and screamed in surprise after smelling the "fragrance" visible to the naked eye.
"It smells so good. It smells so good."
"What a strong medicinal aroma. I even feel like the malignancy in my body has been alleviated a little."
"Little Taoist friend, what kind of medicinal food is this? How much is it?"
"Is it medicinal soup? Give me a bowl."
Several stall owners didn't even bother to take care of their own stalls and came over to take a look.
Then, they heard a rather outrageous answer from the mechanical maid:
"The medicinal food prepared by the master is called [Nourishing and Prolonging Life Soup]. It contains more than a hundred rare ingredients, hundreds of special medicinal herbs, as well as my master's extraordinary cooking skills and unique recipe."
"Besides the fact that it tastes incredibly delicious and is incomparable to other common foods."
"It also has the effects of nourishing spirituality, alleviating malignancy, prolonging life, healing hidden injuries, etc."
"Each bowl costs two hundred taels of silver."
After hearing what was said before, the few people and the guests who gradually gathered around all showed interest.
But once the price was announced, many people took a step back.
Loud curses and complaints rang out one after another:
"Are you crazy? Two hundred taels for a small bowl of soup? I wouldn't spend that much even if I went to the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall Restaurant for a meal."
"Do you think you're selling a panacea?"
"Tsk tsk, even though this is a super-extraordinary gathering, it's not a place for you to rip people off."
"Boy, do you think that you can fool fellow Taoists by giving it a weird name, making some glowing things, and secretly adding some fragrance?"
……
Seeing the crowd getting excited, Li Yu remained calm.
He sat leisurely behind his maid and said loudly:
"Ordinary spiritual food is not worth so much silver."
"But this is a top-grade medicinal food. It took me 49 days to successfully cook it. It took a lot of effort, and all the ingredients were rare, so it produced many extraordinary effects."
"I'll give you two hundred taels of silver. It's not expensive at all."
"If you are not buying anything, please get out of the way and don't block my stall."
As Li Yu spoke, he deeply agreed with the last sentence that was said by someone unknown.
His selling idea is really like that.
The name should be classy, the appearance should be good, and the fragrance should not be mentioned.
If Li Yu hadn't been concerned about the rarity of [Pistil Nectar], adding more of it, the aroma it produced would have filled the entire market.
But that would be too ostentatious.
The coverage area of one or two streets is just right.
Can you sell it yourself?
Li Yu didn't have even the slightest doubt in his mind. Gimmicks aside, the quality of this nourishing and life-extending soup was impeccable.
"The art of medicinal cuisine combines the 'forbidden god cooking' and the 'Dantu skills'."
"It can bring an extraordinary taste and also has the effect of a panacea. Although both have been weakened, aren't the goods in the world valuable because they are rare?"
"My [Nourishing and Prolonging Life Soup] costs two hundred taels per bowl, which is actually quite cheap."
Just as Li Yu was thinking this, several people in the crowd could no longer hold back.
Not everyone is as successful as Li Yu when they are promoted to Sequence Eight.
Most people have flaws to a greater or lesser extent, which leave them with some sequelae and often cause them to suffer backlash from malicious invasions in their bodies.
Now that they could smell the "medicinal properties" in the aroma of the thick soup, they did feel a little better, but they couldn't drink it, which was like scratching an itch through a shoe, and was even more uncomfortable.
"Only two hundred taels!"
"Just think of it as going to a ecstasy club or a smoke house."
"I spent money on it, but it doesn't taste good and has no effect. I have to smash his stall."
With this thought in mind, several people stepped forward.
They paid reluctantly and then each took a small bowl of sparkling soup from Hongdou.
At first everyone drank it in small sips, but after just one or two mouthfuls of the soup went down their throats, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes, an uncontrollable look of relief revealed on their faces, as if they were several times happier than having done that kind of thing.
After a few gulps, they all tilted their heads back to drink up the drink, and licked the edge of the bowl with an expression of reluctance.
Then they looked at each other, tacitly swallowed their words of praise, and stepped forward together and said:
"one more bowl!"
"No, two bowls." "Three bowls, just give me three bowls."
When this scene happens, the persuasiveness instantly explodes.
Because among the people drinking the soup, there were both stall owners and customers.
If they were all "shills", then it was considered a considerable investment, and being cheated last time was nothing.
Then the next moment, a few more people came forward and paid for the soup.
The same scene happened again.
Next, as if it was a "virus infection", almost all the onlookers fell.
Even the most picky customers had to swallow their anger after taking the first sip of the thick soup, and squeeze forward to continue buying while trying hard to digest the medicinal properties of the soup.
At this point, the hidden crazy admiration could no longer be suppressed:
"Okay, good cooking, boss."
"Nourishing the mind and prolonging life... There is no more appropriate name than this. Daoist friend's medicinal diet technique is at least on the third or fourth floor even if it is used in large restaurants such as Garuda and Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."
"Two hundred taels a bowl, it's really not expensive."
"Hush, stop talking. If you spread the news too quickly, it will be uncertain whether we can see you tomorrow."
……
Although Taiping Guishi is known as the largest extraordinary market in Wanfu City, the entry threshold is not low, so in terms of liveliness, it cannot be compared with the commercial streets and grassroots markets where ordinary people participate.
Such a hot queue scene is rare.
Soon, different guests came.
"What are you eating?"
"Let me have a taste too."
The team suddenly stopped as a hoarse voice that made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable was heard.
Before the crowd saw the source of the sound, they smelled a series of extremely terrible odors. Although it was not able to overwhelm the fragrance that Li Yu had created with his fierce work, it still forced the guests to make way.
There is no other way. If I don’t do it, I will probably die.
Because the real owner is actually a special person.
He looked like a down-and-out middle-aged beggar, his whole body was rotten and covered with pustules that kept bursting as he walked. His exposed hands, feet, and neck had even rotted to the bones, very similar to some of the severe diabetic foot scenes that Li Yu had seen in his previous life.
This person walked slowly towards him, but none of the Sequence Eight practitioners around him dared to say anything disrespectful.
The reason is simple!
Most stall owners know this person and know his path and sequence.
"Lu Heng has a great reputation in Taipingfang."
"He is a Plague God under the command of the loving father, a Sequence 7 [Mi Ren]. Because something went wrong during the promotion ceremony, more evil gathered in his body. The pain he endures every day is several times more severe than that of other Mi Ren of the same sequence."
"In order to relieve the pain, I often go to extraordinary markets such as Taiping and Yongning to look for related rare items."
Although Li Yu didn't know the visitor's deeds and reputation, he could guess what path sequence the other party came from.
There is no doubt that they are a hundred times more filthy and terrifying than the unclean beings seen in the strange realm before.
After everyone made way, Lu Heng stepped forward.
After listening to Hongdou's introduction, the man didn't think it was expensive and casually threw a piece of gold cake that was covered with dirt and flashing fluorescent green onto the stall.
If it were any other stall owner, I’m afraid no one would dare to approach him.
After all, he is a Sequence 7 cultivator. Even if it is not intentional, as long as there is a little bit of the vicious toxin in the other party's body left on the golden cake, there is a chance that it can poison and kill a Sequence 8 cultivator.
Fortunately, it was Hongdou who was running the stall, not Li Yu.
Hongdou quickly made a bowl of rainbow-colored, fragrant soup and handed it to the man.
Then he sprayed a mouthful of "corpse burning fire" onto the golden cake. With a hissing sound, a wisp of pale green mist floated up, and the golden cake melted into golden beans and was collected by the maid.
No one paid attention to her performance except Li Yu, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that evil man.
He chuckled, stared at Li Yu and said:
"The soup looks good, but it doesn't matter whether it tastes that good or not."
"But if the spiritual effect doesn't exist, I will cause trouble for you."
After he finished his threat, he tilted his head back and gulped down the thick soup.
Halfway down his throat, his expression changed.
From threat, to surprise and joy.
The rotten throat moved with difficulty, and after drinking up the thick soup, it was reluctant to stick out its rotten tongue to lick the edge of the bowl. The next breath, its body began to spew out some gas that was even more smelly than before.
Despite the pustules and boils on his body, there was no change.
But the comfort on this "Mi Man's" face and his subsequent actions could not be faked.
In an instant, everyone understood: the stall owner had not lied before, this soup was indeed extraordinary, it could even reduce the malignancy in the body of a seventh-level practitioner?
(End of this chapter)