Shi Hou reached into the Black Pot, pulled out several Clay Jars filled with Dried Meat and vegetable soup, and lined them up neatly beneath the ancient stele.
"The very same nutritious feast enjoyed by Loves Drinking Beast Milk! A special offering blessed by the ancient stele's heavenly punishment!"
Shi Hou shouted at the top of his lungs, drowning out the noisy crowd in the passage.
"One bite, and your blood qi surges! One bowl, and the extreme realm is yours!"
"Not ten thousand Essence Jades, not one thousand Essence Jades. For just fifty Essence Jades, take home the secret of a peerless genius!"
Then Shi Hou untied the Beastskin Bag at his waist and gave it a vigorous shake, making the Essence Jades clink crisply.
The crowd exchanged bewildered looks.
"Limited quantities, first come, first served. Lord Jingbi already secretly reserved a portion!"
Lord Jingbi had been trying to squeeze in to watch the fun. At those words, his wizened face twitched sharply.
Then he reconsidered. The profits were enormous. Fifty Essence Jades for a few scraps of meat and lousy soup-it was daylight robbery.
The old man shoved through the crowd and strode up to the stall.
"That's right!"
He thumped his chest, spittle flying everywhere. "I did indeed reserve a portion! After eating half a piece of this young brother's Dried Meat, even my chronic back injury healed! I'm bursting with the strength of an ox! I feel like finding a true dragon to spar with right now!"
With that, he stretched out his withered hand and rubbed his fingers together beside Shi Hou's hand, lowering his voice.
"A thirty-seventy split. Seventy for me, thirty for you, or I wreck your business."
Shi Hou slapped his hand away.
"Twenty-eighty. Eighty for me, twenty for you. Take it