"Simple."
"Make me a Grand Elder."
The old man's eye twitched, and his figure flashed.
An afterimage remained where he had stood.
Shi Hou felt his hand lighten. The earthenware bowl was already in the old man's grasp.
Too fast. He couldn't make out the movement at all.
The old man tilted his head back and poured the meat and broth straight into his mouth.
Gulp, gulp.
He swallowed it all in a few mouthfuls.
The old man smacked his lips twice, and his eyes blazed.
Delicious.
A hundred times better than that thin, watery fare the Spirit Cuisine Pavilion made.
And that wasn't even the half of it.
Vital essence formed endlessly in his stomach, surging wildly through his limbs and bones.
His blood qi roiled.
The old man felt the blood qi lying dormant within him show the faintest signs of boiling under the stimulation of this bowl of meat broth.
A faint metallic ringing arose from deep within his long-blocked meridians.
His runes were resonating.
A few spirit birds, plus a five-hundred-year-old Jade Lingzhi.
This dark-skinned brat had casually stewed them in a pot, yet the result far surpassed even the finest pills.
The rumors from the Void God Realm were true.
This boy wasn't just a troublemaker. He was a treasure great enough to shock the world.
"Another bowl."
The old man held out the earthenware bowl, his gaze burning.
Shi Hou folded his arms and remained firmly seated.
"Do you agree or not?"
The old man tipped the bowl over, drained the final drop of broth, and licked it clean, then bristled his beard and glared.
"Forget about becoming a Grand Elder. How old are you, to dare dream such grand dreams?"
Shi Hou pursed his lips and settled for second best.
"Then how about