(Beautiful Zhu Lu)
Cai Kun took a deep breath and recited the incantation for his Food-type Martial Soul: "A sack of rice has to be carried up how many floors—"
A flash of light, and two rotten cabbage leaves appeared in his hands.
The leaves hung limp, their edges already blackened, and they gave off a faintly sour, putrid smell.
He flicked his hand, sending the leaves flying straight toward Huo Yuhao and Ren Zhu.
One landed on Ren Zhu's head.
Tang San was speechless. Fighting back his disgust, he took the leaf off and asked with a frown, "What does this cabbage leaf do?"
Cai Kun raised a chubby index finger, looking smug. "It increases the speed of Soul Power circulation by fifty percent!"
In truth, it increased the speed of intestinal peristalsis by fifty percent.
Cai Kun had simply always believed that faster intestinal peristalsis meant faster absorption, and faster absorption meant faster Soul Power circulation.
Tang San's heart stirred. That was quite a boost.
This kid had some talent, too—he might even surpass Oscar back in the day.
He looked down at the blackened, rotten leaf in his hand, gritted his teeth, and stuffed it into his mouth.
If he could swallow the sausages from back then, what was a rotten cabbage leaf?
"Yuhao, eat!"
Huo Yuhao watched Ren Zhu's coarse, broad face chew until her mouth was black, hesitated for half a second, then stuffed his own leaf into his mouth.
An indescribable taste exploded across his palate. It wasn't merely sour and foul; there was a heavy moldy stench, like some old relic dug out of a damp corner.
Huo Yuhao's stomach gave a violent spasm.
Dai Huabin let out a low growl and instantly activated White Tiger Vajra Transformation. Golden light enveloped his body