Dragon Tooth Rice was a food specially supplied to Martial Daoists in this world. It was said that one needed to capture a certain yin beast from the Netherworld, then use its blood along with items of blazing yang to irrigate it. The process involved many complicated steps. It had been passed down for a thousand years and had long since become commercially farmed, yet its price remained exorbitant. Anyone without money simply could not afford it.
If an ordinary person ate a bowl, and their constitution was even slightly weak, they would likely get a nosebleed from being unable to handle such nourishment.
After a pause, Cao Jingde asked curiously, "Speaking of which, your usual diet looks pretty normal. You don't eat like those martial artists in taverns at all. Do you make yourself extra meals at home?"
Lu Ren glanced at him. "You have Dragon Tooth Rice. Can't I have food of my own?"
These days, Lu Ren no longer went to restaurants himself. Instead, he directly contacted a nearby restaurant, paid a deposit, and had them deliver three tablefuls of food every day. Though it was enough to feed seven or eight ordinary people, it still fell somewhat short for a Martial Daoist.
As his physical constitution continued to improve, his daily energy consumption grew ever greater.
As they spoke, the two stood facing one another.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
"Here I come!"
Cao Jingde shouted low and stepped forward, crushing the bluestone brick beneath his foot. Lu Ren's brow twitched at the sight.
Won't he have to pay for that?!
Lu Ren was always careful when practicing fists and feet.
Whoosh!
A fierce howl suddenly rose. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, Cao Jingde charged straight at Lu Ren.
After their sparring sessions over