Chapter 52: Nourishing Life-Prolonging Soup

As an extraordinary market, there is naturally no shortage of stall owners who can perform.

But Li Yu, who did it like this, was really the first one.

Not to mention how the medicinal cuisine he wanted to sell tasted, the appearance alone was the best in the market.

I don't know how many gazes followed the rainbow light to Li Yu's position, and the stall owners and customers on the tail street also turned their heads in unison to look at the remote corner.

The few stall owners closest to Li Yu, after smelling the "aroma" visible to the naked eye, were all refreshed and screamed repeatedly,

"So fragrant, too fragrant."

"Such a strong medicinal fragrance, I even feel that the malice in my body has slowed down a bit."

"Little Fellow Daoist, what kind of medicinal cuisine is this? How much does it sell for?"

"Is it medicinal soup? Give me a bowl."

Several stall owners didn't even care about their own stalls and wanted to come over to take a look.

Then, they heard a rather outrageous answer, coming from the mechanical maid:

"The medicinal spirit food cooked by the Master is called 【Nourishing Life-Prolonging Soup】, which contains more than 100 rare ingredients, hundreds of special medicinal materials, as well as the Master's extraordinary culinary skills and unique recipe."

"Besides the taste being incomparably delicious and incomparable to the mundane, it also has spiritual effects such as nourishing spirituality, slowing down malice, prolonging life, treating hidden injuries... and so on."

"Each bowl, 200 taels of silver."

Hearing the previous ones, several people and the customers who were gradually gathering around all showed interest.

But as soon as the price came out, many people took a step back.

Cursing and complaining sounded one after another:

"Are you crazy? 200 taels for a small bowl of soup? I can't use that much for a table of feasts at the Buddha-Jumping-Over-The-Wall restaurant."

"Do you think you are selling miraculous medicine?"

"Tsk tsk, although this is an extraordinary market, it is not a place for you to knock on bamboo sticks."

"Kid, you don't think that by taking a weird name, getting some glowing things, and then secretly adding some fragrance-enhancing things... you can fool all the fellow Daoists, right?"

……

Seeing the crowd excited, Li Yu was unhurried.

He sat leisurely behind his maid, and then said loudly:

"Ordinary spirit food is not worth that much silver."

"But this is top-tier medicinal cuisine, which took me 49 days to boil. With all my heart and blood, plus all rare ingredients, this has brewed various extraordinary spiritual effects."

"Charging everyone 200 taels of silver is not expensive at all."

"If you don't want to buy, please make way and don't block my stall."

When Li Yu spoke, he deeply agreed with the last sentence said by someone he didn't know.

His sales strategy was really like that.

The name must have style, the appearance must be good, and the fragrance goes without saying.

If it weren't for Li Yu feeling sorry for the rarity of 【Pistil Nectar】 and adding more, the aroma catalyzed would really be able to fill the entire market.

It's just that it would be too ostentatious.

A coverage range of one or two streets is just right.

As for whether he can sell it?

Li Yu didn't have a trace of doubt in his heart. Gimmick is gimmick, the quality of this Nourishing Life-Prolonging Soup is impeccable.

"The Art of Medicinal Cuisine combines 'Jinshen Culinary Skills' and 'Alchemist Apprentice Skills'."

"It can bring extraordinary taste and also has the effect of spirit pills and big medicines. Although both are weakened, aren't all goods in the world valuable because they are rare?"

"This 【Nourishing Life-Prolonging Soup】 of mine, 200 taels a bowl, is actually sold cheaply."

Just as Li Yu was thinking this, several people in the crowd couldn't hold back.

Not everyone is as smooth as Li Yu when promoted to Sequence 8.

Most people have more or less flaws, leaving some sequelae, often harassed and backlashed by the malice in their bodies.

Now they smelled the "medicinal properties" in the thick soup aroma, which was indeed more comfortable, but they couldn't drink it, like scratching an itch through a boot, which was even more uncomfortable.

"It's only 200 taels!"

"Just treat it as going to a Xiaohun club or a smoke-Qi hall."

"If I spend it and it doesn't taste good or have effects, I will definitely smash his stall."

In the movement, several people stepped forward one after another.

Reluctant to pay, they each received a small bowl of thick soup flashing with light from Hongdou's hands.

Initially, everyone drank it in small sips, but after only one or two sips of soup, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes, their faces uncontrollably showing a comfortable expression, as if they were several times happier than doing that kind of thing.

After a few gulps, they all drank it clean, and even licked the edge of the bowl reluctantly.

Next, they looked at each other, tacitly swallowed the words of praise, and stepped forward in unison:

"Another bowl!"

"No, two bowls." "Three bowls, give me three bowls directly."

This scene happened, and the persuasiveness instantly exploded.

Because the people who drank the soup included both stall owners and customers.

If they were all "tolls," then it could be considered a lot of money, and it wouldn't be a loss to be fooled once.

So the next breath, several more people stepped forward to pay for the soup.

The same scene happened again.

Next, it was like a "virus infection," and almost all the onlookers fell.

Even the most picky customers, after drinking the first mouthful of thick soup, had to swallow their anger, while trying hard to digest the medicinal properties in the soup, while squeezing forward to continue buying.

At this point, the hidden crazy praise could no longer be suppressed:

"Good, boss, good craftsmanship."

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"Nourishing Life-Prolonging... there is no more appropriate name than this. Fellow Daoist's Art of Medicinal Cuisine, even if it goes to big restaurants like Garuda and Buddha-Jumping-Over-The-Wall, is at least on the third or fourth floor."

"200 taels a bowl, it's really not expensive."

"Shh, don't talk anymore. If it spreads too fast, whether we can see the fellow Daoist tomorrow is an unknown."

……

Although Taiping Mystic Market is known as the first extraordinary market in Wanfu City, the threshold for entry is not low, so in terms of liveliness, it is actually unable to compare with commercial streets and bottom-tier markets where ordinary people participate.

Scenes of queuing like this are rare.

Not long after, it attracted different customers.

"What are you all eating?"

"Let me taste it too."

Accompanied by a hoarse voice that made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable, the queue stagnated.

Everyone hadn't seen the source of the sound yet, but first smelled a terrible smell. Although it couldn't suppress the aroma catalyzed by Li Yu's ruthless work, it still forced customers to make way.

No way, otherwise they might die.

Because the person who came was a special existence.

The appearance is like a fallen middle-aged beggar, covered in festering sores, walking while constantly cracking, and even the bones are rotting on the exposed hands, feet, and neck, very much like some severe diabetic foot pictures Li Yu had seen in his previous life.

This person walked slowly, but a group of Sequence 8 cultivators around didn't dare to say any disrespectful words.

The reason is very simple!

Most stall owners know this person and also know what path and sequence this person is.

"Lu Heng, has quite a reputation in Taiping Workshop."

"It is the Plague God path under the Merciful Father, Sequence 7 【Eroded Person】. Because something went wrong during the promotion ritual, more malice gathered in his body, and the pain he suffers every day is several times more intense than other Eroded Persons of the same sequence."

"In order to alleviate the pain, he often haunts extraordinary markets like Taiping and Yongning, looking for related strange objects."

Although Li Yu didn't know the relevant deeds and reputation of the visitor, he could guess what path and sequence the other party was.

Undoubtedly, it is a hundred times dirtier than the Unclean One seen in the Mystic Realm, and also too much more terrifying.

After the crowd made way, Lu Heng came forward.

After listening to Hongdou's introduction, this person didn't think it was expensive, and threw a gold cake full of dirty marks and flashing fluorescent green at the stall.

If it were another stall owner, he might not dare to touch it.

After all, it is a Sequence 7 Eroded Person. Even if it is not intentional, as long as a little malice poison from the other party's body remains on the gold cake, there is a chance to poison a Sequence 8 cultivator.

Fortunately, the one operating the stall is Hongdou, not Li Yu.

Hongdou quickly served a bowl of thick soup flashing with rainbow light and fragrant mist, and handed it to the Eroded Person.

Then she sprayed a "Corpse-Burning Fire" on the gold cake. Amidst the hissing sound, a wisp of miserable green Qi mist floated up, and the gold cake melted into gold beans and was collected by the maid.

Her performance was ignored by everyone except Li Yu, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the Eroded Person.

He chuckled, staring at Li Yu and said:

"The appearance of the soup is good, whether it tastes that good is not important."

"But if there is no spiritual effect, I will trouble you."

After the threat was finished, he had already raised his head and drank the thick soup.

Halfway through the throat, his face changed.

From threat, it turned to surprise and joy.

The rotting throat struggled to squirm, and after drinking the thick soup, he reluctantly licked the edge of the bowl with his rotting tongue. The next breath, his body began to spray some gas that was even more fishy and smelly than before.

Although the sores and sores on his body had no change.

But the comfort on this "Eroded Person's" face, and the following actions, could not be faked.

In an instant, everyone understood: the stall owner didn't lie before, this soup was really extraordinary, and it could even alleviate the malice in the body of a Sequence 7 cultivator?

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