The agreement was settled.
Shi Hou put away the Black Pot, glanced at his blood qi value panel, and knitted his brows.
It had actually dropped by five hundred thousand over the course of a meal.
Those two spendthrifts.
After a moment's hesitation, he decided not to take Furball and Kang out.
After all, those two had worked hard intercepting the medicinal herbs today. Furball in particular had nearly emptied his reserves during his rampage and needed a few more hours recuperating in the pot.
Shi Hou pulled the Grand Marshal's Chair and a White Tiger hide from his storage space, spread the hide out, and lay back, beginning to work out how to cook the black fiend lotus.
An extremely yin substance, with baleful energy seeping into its very bones. It couldn't go straight into the soup.
First, fierce heat to force out the core essence, then the pure yang medicinal power of dragon blood ginseng to neutralize the toxins.
The Giant Crocodile's tail was rich in thick gelatin, enough to lock in the medicinal potency.
The patterned sections of the Three-Flower Tiger's tail were rich in rune essence. Those could serve as a catalyst...
The more he thought, the finer the details became, and the heavier his eyelids grew.
Shi Hao sat cross-legged at the cave entrance, a lustrous white bone fragment resting on his knees as he studied the primordial true explanation. A breeze brushed past, and occasional ripples of Dao resonance flickered around him.
Shi Hou glanced at the bone fragment, which gave him no sensation whatsoever, curled his lip, and closed his eyes to sleep.
When he opened them again, daylight was blazing.
Shi Hou sat up and released Furball and Black Pig from the pot.
Furball landed, stretched lazily with his hind legs straight,