Chapter 92: Long Ao Awaits Shui Wuhen with Chilled Wine
"Fellow Daoist, how many Spirit Stones per kg for this waterlon?"
"Two Low-grade Spirit Stones per 0.5 kg!"
"Damn, is the flesh made of Spirit Stones or the seeds made of Spirit Rice?"
"Take a look, this is top-quality waterlon. Where else can you find one like it?"
"So, is this waterlon guaranteed to be ripe?"
"Hah, you think I'd sell you an unripe lon?"
The conversation between Mo Yu on the left and the male Fellow Daoist opposite gave Jiang Chen a sense of déjà vu.
He couldn't help but ask if the other party's surna was "Wu."
"How did you know?" Wu Qiang looked at the unfamiliar face across from him in surprise.
Jiang Chen was montarily stunned, then turned to remind Mo Yu, "Be careful with that fruit knife!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Yu showed a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding what he ant. However, Jiang Chen's attention had already shifted elsewhere.
As the aroma wafting from the roasted at grew richer and more intense, more and more people beca interested.
A portly male Fellow Daoist stepped forward and asked, "How much for a skewer of this roasted at?"
Jin Fugui replied, "Three Low-grade Spirit Stones per skewer."
"So expensive?" The portly male Fellow Daoist widened his eyes upon hearing this.
Jin Fugui chuckled. "We have limited-ti combo deals that are even more cost-effective."
The words "cost-effective" made the portly male Fellow Daoist's eyes light up. "How much more cost-effective?!"
Jin Fugui grinned and began explaining, "Right now, purchase Limited-Ti Combo One: for just five Low-grade Spirit Stones, you can get one skewer of roasted at and a cup of top-quality Spirit Wine~"
Hearing this, the other party couldn't help but ponder.
One skewer of roasted at cost three Low-grade Spirit Stones. A cup of top-quality Spirit Wine cost four Low-grade Spirit Stones. Therefore, no matter how you calculated it, the combo was indeed more cost-effective.
Jiang Chen thought to himself, It's a waste of talent for this guy to be cultivating immortality.
The pricing and combos were indeed the result of their joint discussion.
One skewer of roasted at: three Low-grade Spirit Stones. 0.5 kg of chilled waterlon: two Low-grade Spirit Stones. One cup of top-quality Spirit Wine: four Low-grade Spirit Stones.
Combo One: One skewer of roasted at one cup of top-quality Spirit Wine = five Low-grade Spirit Stones. Combo Two: One skewer of roasted at 0.5 kg of chilled top-quality waterlon = four Low-grade Spirit Stones. Combo Three: One skewer of roasted at one cup of top-quality Spirit Wine 0.5 kg of chilled waterlon = seven Low-grade Spirit Stones.
But all the remaining sales pitch was entirely Jin Fugui's own improvisation. Neither Jiang Chen nor Mo Yu had taught him any of it from start to finish. This guy truly had a natural talent for business.
After Jin Fugui finished introducing all the limited-ti combos, the portly male Fellow Daoist imdiately said, "Give a Combo Three!"
"Coming right up! Let's get to work, brothers!" Jin Fugui called out.
Jiang Chen promptly poured a cup of top-quality Spirit Wine. Mo Yu then cut out 0.5 kg of chilled waterlon. Once these two items were ready, Jin Fugui handed over a steaming, fragrant skewer of roasted at along with them to the custor.
The male Fellow Daoist opposite ate until his mouth was shiny with grease.
The corners of Jiang Chen's trio's eyes grew slightly moist. Before long, their stall was crowded with people, even including competitors.
So people were initially only interested in the roasted at, but seeing the price was actually three Low-grade Spirit Stones made them hesitate. But upon seeing how cost-effective the combos were, they imdiately made a choice.
Therefore, most buyers opted for combos.
And currently, the most popular was Combo One: One skewer of roasted at one cup of top-quality Spirit Wine = five Low-grade Spirit Stones.
The roasted at was delicious. The Spirit Wine was even more flavorful. Although so people also bought waterlon, many considered it not cost-effective enough.
As ti passed, more and more people bought. So clever individuals even invented a delivery service, helping those crowded inside Arena No. 1 to purchase roasted at for one Low-grade Spirit Stone per delivery trip.
Plus, since Shui Wuhen, ranked second on the leaderboard, hadn't appeared yet, the arena duel hadn't started. Therefore, Jiang Chen and his companions' stall beca increasingly lively instead.
A large group of cultivators, regardless of gender or age, all held a cup of top-quality Spirit Wine in their left hand and a sizzling skewer of roasted spirit beast at in their right hand. Occasionally, soone could be seen munching on a piece of bright red waterlon.
"Although these are mundane things from the mortal world, having them once in a while isn't bad!"
"The roasted at, Spirit Wine, and waterlon all contain rich Spirit Qi. Buying them is definitely not a loss!"
Everyone ate, drank, and waited simultaneously.
Just then, Long Ao on Arena No. 1 stood up.
In an instant, everyone's attention and gaze locked onto him.
At first, they thought Shui Wuhen had arrived. But it turned out he hadn't.
They saw Long Ao from Arena No. 1 leap into the air, vaulting over everyone's heads, and land right in front of Jiang Chen's trio's stall.
Seeing his coldly handso face and exceptionally sharp eyes, Jiang Chen, Jin Fugui, and Mo Yu all tensed up simultaneously, sensing danger.
The reason so many formal disciples had gathered here in the first place was because of Long Ao and Shui Wuhen. Unexpectedly, all the lilight had been stolen by Jiang Chen's trio.
"Senior Brother Long!" Jin Fugui's face paled instantly.
Long Ao spoke in a sowhat low voice. "You all..."
"Apologies. We'll leave right away." Jiang Chen certainly didn't want to provoke this person.
But Long Ao waved his hand. "No. I'm a bit thirsty. A cup of chilled Spirit Wine!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned speechless. Especially Jiang Chen's trio; they all widened their eyes in surprise.
They thought sothing major was about to happen; who knew he was just thirsty?
"Senior Brother Long, this cup of Spirit Wine is on ." Jiang Chen reacted quickly and imdiately poured him a cup of Spirit Wine—and it was chilled, too.
Long Ao took it; a cool sensation transmitted through his hand.
But what caught his attention—or rather, piqued his interest—was actually the rich concentration of Spirit Qi contained within it.
Throughout the entire [Azure Realm], Spirit Wine was the most common type of alcohol. But for its concentration of Spirit Qi to reach this level... it was absolutely unprecedented in his life.
Then Long Ao took a small sip. Smooth texture; not strong; slightly sweet.
After swallowing it down into his stomach, he felt as if the spiritual power within his body was "cheering and leaping with joy."
Without hesitation, he downed it in one gulp right in front of everyone. Then he stood there on the spot, savoring it intoxicatedly.
Seeing this scene, the trio opposite him exchanged glances before letting out sighs of relief—especially Jin Fugui, who heaved a long sigh. After all, both he and Long Ao were disciples of Beast Mountain.
Jiang Chen asked, "How does Senior Brother Long find it?"
Upon hearing this question, a faint smile appeared on that perpetually ice-cold face. "Good wine!"
Jiang Chen couldn't help but boast, "Of course! This wine is brewed from Top-quality Spirit Rice."
Long Ao's eyes lit up, staring straight at Jiang Chen as he curiously asked, "Did you brew this Spirit Wine?"
Although Jiang Chen's style involved being cautious and low-key, not everything required refusal. He would not miss an opportunity to latch onto a powerful figure, even though Long Ao couldn't compare to Chen Tian, the current number one among formal disciples.
Long Ao nodded slightly. "I am Long Ao of Beast Mountain. And you, Junior Brother?"
Jiang Chen hastily introduced himself. "Spirit Farm, Jiang Chen!"
"Very good. I rember you." Just as he finished speaking, Long Ao suddenly looked toward another direction.
Then the sound of rushing water could be heard.
A pleasure boat shimring with erald ripples ca flying through the air toward them.
"Long Ao, I'm late!" The voice of Shui Wuhen rang out, seemingly from thin air.
"No, you ca at just the right ti!" Long Ao put down the wine cup, his body swayed, and he shot up into the air, flying back toward Arena No. 1.
The people around seed ignited, becoming excited and stirred up.
At that mont, Jiang Chen took out paper and brush and wrote a line of characters.
After writing, he silently placed it in the most conspicuous spot on the stall.
What did it say?
[ Even Brother Long praised it unreservedly!!! ]
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