The Drunken Immortal Drunks Himself

Though he grumbled inwardly, Lu Ren still smiled and said, "I found a few back in Ironwood Forest. How does Senior Huang Gong sell them?"

"One Spirit Crystal for a bowl of wine."

Lu Ren raised the bowl in his hand in surprise. "A bowl this size?"

"Yes."

"But I took this bowl out of my own pocket. By rights, shouldn't you have a measuring bowl?"

"That is indeed strange. The bowl you brought out happens to be exactly the same size as my measuring bowl." Huang Gong clicked his tongue in amazement and kept staring at it.

Seeing Lu Ren's speechless expression, Huang Gong snorted. "Don't you believe it."

As he spoke, he pulled a wine ladle from behind his waist, filled it to the brim from the wine gourd, then poured it into the large bowl in Lu Ren's hand. It filled the bowl exactly, without a single drop left over.

Lu Ren absolutely did not believe that was a coincidence. As a Celestial Immortal, pulling such a trick was clearly treating him like a monkey. It was practically an insult.

Seeing Lu Ren's wordless expression, Huang Gong could not help coughing dryly. He seemed to know he had gone a little too far. After another cough, he still shook the gourd of wine in his hand and said, "One Spirit Crystal is about this much wine. Not much, just two jin."

Lu Ren was at a loss for words, though he did not say anything more. Huang Gong was rather interesting. By the amount an ordinary gourd could hold, that bowl had indeed been seven or eight-tenths full.

Huang Gong's face was full of excitement. "The bowl you just drank is on the house. How much do you want?"

Lu Ren reckoned that he would likely