The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

"Brother Dao, does it take this long to boil this soup?"

Chen Yulou sat in a chair, smelling the aroma wafting from the stove, his face full of longing.

He got up before dark and spent half the day busy with the issue of selling and separating funerary objects, without eating anything.

He had planned to rest and eat something at noon, but the old foreigner approached him mysteriously again, saying that Fang Yun had something good to share with him, so he came.

Upon arrival, they learned that Fang Yun had obtained an inner core from the six-winged centipede and intended to use it to refine a pot of precious soup.

He had heard a lot about the inner core of a great demon, but he had never eaten one.

It wasn't that he was craving that precious soup, but rather that he was genuinely hungry...

He was skilled in martial arts, so he could withstand a day without food.

But my stomach is empty... and I can smell a wonderful fragrance in my breath. Who can resist that?

When Chen Yulou asked, Partridge Whistle smiled and replied:

"Although it is a soup, the inner core and medicine of that great demon are rare and precious, so it must be carefully prepared like a Taoist alchemist's alchemy."

"I see Brother Chen has been busy all day. If you're feeling unwell, why don't you eat something first?"

"No need."

Chen Yulou clutched his stomach and waved his hand.

We've waited so long, if we give up halfway now, wouldn't all that waiting have been for nothing? That would be such a loss!

Time passed slowly, and sunset was approaching.

Just as even Partridge Whistle was getting restless, the door to the kitchen opened, and Fang Yun and Hua walked out.

Fang Yun held a large earthenware pot, while Hua held some bowls and chopsticks.

As soon as Fang Yun stepped out of the kitchen, he was met with the expectant gazes of Partridge Whistle, Old Foreigner Chen Yulou, and the other two.

"Awaited!"

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Chapter Thirty-Three: This soup should only exist in heaven!

"Awaited."

After placing the casserole on the table, Fang Yun gestured to Hua to distribute the bowls and chopsticks.

He never expected that this pot of medicinal soup would stay for so long.

This soup contains the inner core of a six-winged centipede, a dog's bezoar the size of half a fist, and a dozen or so century-old medicinal plants.

It took an entire afternoon just to extract the medicinal properties from those herbs.

"Brother Fang, is this the precious soup containing the inner core of the six-winged centipede?"

Chen Yulou pointed to the huge clay pot, which was bigger than a water bucket, and asked while licking his lips.

By now, he really hadn't eaten all day, and he was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back.

Both Partridge Whistle and Old Foreigner had burning anticipation in their eyes.

This soup, made from the inner core of a great demon and a century-old medicinal herb, is worth a fortune!

"That's right, this soup not only contains the inner core of a six-winged centipede and a hundred-year-old medicine, but Fang Yun also put in his treasured dog gold!"

Hearing Chen Yulou's words, Hua raised her chin and laughed smugly, feeling proud.

A great demon's inner core, a hundred-year-old medicine, and dog gold.

These things are more valuable than money in this chaotic world. If sold to landlords and nobles, they could fetch a whole cartload of silver dollars.

Fang Yun, however, so easily divided this treasure, which originally belonged to him, and gave it to her and her senior brother.

Treasures don't fall from the sky, and sharing isn't something to be taken for granted.

This kind of upright and magnanimous man is the right choice!

Seeing the growing affection in Hua's eyes as she looked at him, Fang Yun smiled, patted Hua's head, and then addressed the crowd.

"Alright, let's not wait any longer. This medicine should be drunk while it's hot, so that its medicinal properties don't dissipate."

"it is good!"

The three nodded, each made themselves a bowl of soup, and then began to taste it.

"Pfft... Why is this soup so bitter?"

The most anxious old foreigner downed half a bowl in one gulp, and only after swallowing did he ask with a bitter face and sticking out his tongue.

He looked again at Partridge Whistle and Chen Yulou, and saw that the two of them were also frowning.

Seeing this, Fang Yun laughed heartily and said loudly:

"As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter, let alone this pot with more than a dozen medicinal herbs in it."

"Drink without worry, drink more. You've all practiced martial arts since childhood, you're all strong and healthy, you can withstand the effects of this medicine."

"Even missing a single bowl is a loss. Once the medicinal properties have been absorbed into your body, you will understand the benefits of this medicinal soup!"

After saying that, Fang Yun poured two large bowls for himself and Hua and slowly drank them.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle, Chen Yulou, and the old foreigner also went all out, gulping down the medicinal soup.

That's true. As long as it's good stuff, who cares about the taste? Just put it in your mouth. Burial artifacts that have just been unearthed from tombs still smell bad, but I've never seen anyone complain about them.

In just ten minutes, the large pot of medicinal soup was reduced to less than half.

Fang Yun and Hua didn't drink too much, but Partridge Whistle and the other two each downed two or three jin (1.5-1.5 kg) of liquor. They drank too fast and their stomachs felt bloated for a while.

Snapped!

After downing another half bowl of medicinal soup, Partridge Whistle suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, his face flushed.

Partridge Whistle patted the old foreigner who was still gulping down his medicinal soup and said in a deep voice:

"Old foreigner, your cultivation is still shallow. You can't bite off more than you can chew. Come back to the room with me to meditate and regulate your breathing!"

"it is good!"

The old foreigner blushed and responded, already feeling the medicine taking effect.

"Thank you very much, Brother Fang!"

Partridge Whistle looked at Fang Yun and nodded, his eyes filled with excitement.

The medicinal soup, made primarily with the inner core of a powerful demon, was indeed remarkable.

As soon as he finished drinking, he felt all the pent-up emotions in his heart disappear, his mind and body feel refreshed, and his strength seemed to increase significantly.

"No need to be polite." Fang Yun waved his hand, indicating that Partridge Whistle should make himself at home.

After Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner left, only Fang Yunhua and Chen Yulou remained in the courtyard.

At this moment, Chen Yulou felt a burning sensation all over his body and was somewhat dizzy.

But this feeling was incredibly comfortable, with blood and energy flowing smoothly throughout the body, limbs feeling warm and strong, and even the mind calmed down.

"It is truly a miraculous medicine... How often can one hear of such a thing in the mortal world?"

Chen Yulou murmured to himself, glancing at the casserole on the table. There was still some medicinal soup left in the casserole; it could hold four or five bowls.

Looking at Fang Yun, he was currently hugging Hua and whispering intimately, showing no intention of drinking any more soup.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou gritted his teeth, cupped his hands towards Fang Yun, and said:

"Brother Fang, I have a favor to ask."

Upon hearing Chen Yulou's words, Fang Yun was taken aback and tilted his head in confusion. "Brother Chen, please speak frankly."

Chen Yulou looked conflicted and remained silent for a moment before continuing.

"My father roamed the world in his youth, sustaining many hidden injuries. Now he is quite old..."

Fang Yun nodded knowingly, having understood Chen Yulou's meaning.

He wants the remaining medicinal soup!

However, this is not a big deal. Since he was willing to take it out, it means he never intended to take it back.

He has even better things on him that he hasn't taken out yet.

"I understand what Brother Chen means. In that case, Brother Chen, please take it."

"However, given the old chief's age, he shouldn't drink too much of this soup. He won't be able to withstand the medicinal effects if he drinks too much. Brother Chen, you should be careful."

After thinking for a moment, Fang Yun agreed immediately, deciding to do Chen Yulou a favor.

The Chen family has a deep foundation, and Chen Yulou is eager to try his luck in this chaotic world. If things go smoothly, he is still capable of accomplishing great things.

Connections are an important part of life, and who knows, he might need Chen Yulou's help someday.

"Thank you very much, Brother Fang!"

Chen Yulou nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude.

As they spoke, they carefully picked up the casserole, as if afraid of bumping or damaging it.

"Brother Fang, then I won't disturb you two any longer."