Zhong Lin drained the full bowl of chicken soup in one gulp. This was no ordinary chicken soup—it contained all manner of medicinal herbs, especially a Hundred-Year Ginseng Old Man Xu had treasured for many years.
If an ordinary person drank it, they would probably start spurting nosebleeds on the spot, but for Zhong Lin, it was just right.
After the bowl of chicken soup went down, he felt the Qi and Blood within his body grow a little stronger. His entire body seemed to be soaking in warm water, unconsciously relaxing.
Zhong Lin lowered his head and swept his gaze over the dishes on the table, a trace of melancholy showing in his eyes.
As his cultivation rose, ordinary food became increasingly unable to meet his needs. Zhong Lin alone now ate more than the other four people at the table combined, yet it could only fill his stomach and was of no use at all to his cultivation.
"Looks like I need to head to Prefecture City as soon as possible. Shallow waters truly cannot nurture a real dragon. No wonder there are so few Middle Three Ranks martial artists in this tiny Black Mountain County. It isn't that they all yearn for splendor and prosperity—this place simply can't sustain them!"
Zhong Lin sighed inwardly.
Ninth-Rank Skin Grinding required Blood Replenishment Soup. Eighth Rank tendon transformation required Blood Replenishment Pills. Seventh-Rank Bone Forging Realm required Bone Strengthening Pills.
Now that his cultivation had reached Qi and Blood Realm Rank 6, he needed even higher-grade pills. Otherwise, relying solely on ordinary food to nourish his Qi and Blood would take far too long.
"Resources!"
"So 'the poor pursue scholarship, the rich practice martial arts' really isn't just an empty saying. Without money, you can't even practice martial arts."
**Bang!