Shi Hou hung the Black Pot back on his ear, then glanced at Kang, whose eyes were rolling back, and Furball, who lay sprawled on a rock clutching its backside.
He reached into the Black Pot, rummaged around, and pulled out two handfuls of leeks.
Their stems were thick, purple energy flowed over their leaves, and juice still seeped from the cut ends. Their fresh fragrance carried an indescribably overpowering edge.
Shi Hou held the leeks under Kang's nose.
"Eat. Nothing replenishes blood qi faster."
Kang's tiny eyes were half closed. Its nostrils twitched twice.
Its pig face instantly contorted.
Its four short legs kicked off the ground. It sprang up, backed away three steps, and raised every bone spike on its back, frantically waving both front hooves before its chest.
Shi Hou then held the leeks in front of Furball.
Furball had been clutching its backside and whimpering. The instant it caught the scent, both paws clamped over its nose, and its head shook like a pellet drum. It retreated five steps and hid behind Shi Hao.
Shi Hou stood there holding two handfuls of leeks.
"..."
These things had grown in the Black Pot Space for two years. Each harvested crop gave way to another, and each new crop was more potent than the last. When it came to replenishing blood qi, even the hundred-odd varieties of spirit medicine in the pot combined could not match them.
They had just one flaw-side effects.
When he had force-fed the Vermilion Bird, Little Red, a handful, the great bird had taken flight on the spot, left behind a True Life Feather, and fled. He had fed them to the men of Stone Village a few times, too. Every time, the whole village erupted into chaos, chickens flying and dogs leaping,