Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

The voice was loud and clear.

Naturally, it attracted the attention of many people.

The medicine vendor, wrapped in a black cloak, sat there with an indistinct face, and the stall in front was just a piece of tattered cloth, with the words 'Selling Nourishing Essence Pill, 120 Silver Coin per pill' written on it.

Standing in front of the stall was a man wearing a dramatic, theatrical mask, his figure also obscured by a cloak.

"My medicine is self-made, more potent, why can't I sell it for 120 Silver Coin?"

The vendor asked coldly.

"You say it's good, so it is?"

"What proof do you have?"

"Why don't you let me try one?"

The man with the dramatic mask shouted again.

"Heh."

The vendor snorted coldly and stopped speaking.

The people around were watching.

Some were just there for the spectacle.

Some were full of disdain.

Some frowned secretly and began to retreat.

The secret gathering, although secretive, was not safe.

Jason was among those retreating.

Hidden behind the ice mask, his eyes swept over the vendor, the customer, and several people around them; these people seemed to be watching the show, but their glances occasionally intersected with the vendor and the customer.

Clearly, they recognized each other.

And the customer who was shouting repeatedly, his eyes should have been fixed on the vendor, but instead, he was glancing around, clearly not focused on the vendor.

As for the vendor himself?

Wrapped in a cloak covering his whole body, nothing could be discerned, but there wasn't even the slightest scent of food on him.

Even if 'Secret Medicine' was stored using special methods, it was impossible for the doctor not to be stained with some 'scent'.

So, obviously, the scene before them was a 'setup'.

The vendor and the customer were in cahoots, along with those few people around them, intending to pick out a 'fat sheep'.

And the means of selection?

Simply finding a bystander as the 'judge'.

Tasting the vendor's medicine to say if it worked well.

If it was good, the customer pays.

If not, the vendor concedes.

To make it seem real, they might first choose 3 'judges', who undoubtedly are their own people already planted around.

Then, one of the insiders vaguely says it does seem stronger than the ordinary 'Nourishing Essence Pill', another says it's the same, and the last says it's worse.

If they quarrel, they have another judging.

This time, it's a real 'judge'.

Once someone 'confirms' it's indeed the 'Nourishing Essence Pill', and seeing the vendor's sign saying ten pills available, there will surely be someone greedy who shows up.

After all, one 'Nourishing Essence Pill' at 100 Silver Coin is a fact.

Anyone who can't resist greed will eventually fall into this gang's trap.

You're eyeing a 'Nourishing Essence Pill' worth 100 Silver Coin.

This gang is eyeing all your assets.

Just like back in Jason's hometown where 'you were eyeing the interest others gave you, but they wanted your principal'.

A very basic scam.

But many fall for it.

Greed, after all, is one of the original sins.

Of course, because the setup is real.

Jason glanced at the two thugs standing at the entrance, both indifferently watching without any schadenfreude like those around, nor any intent to stop it.

"Did this gang offer a high cut?"

"Or..."

"This gang is part of this secret market itself?"

Although the secret market offers no security guarantee, there is an order.

Or more accurately, rules.

Without rules, the secret market couldn't possibly be established.

And under such rules, if this gang wasn't related to the secret market, they couldn't be doing this.

However, it had nothing to do with Jason.

Those who got scammed?

Also had nothing to do with him.

He followed the 'food' scent distribution, wandering through the entire market, acquiring these 'Secret Medicine'.

Having just procured 500 Gold Notes, 100 Silver Coin, and 230.64 Banknotes from Li Bin, Jason's funds were ample.

One must know, a piece of Gold Leaves is 5 Silver Coin.

And one ounce of Gold can exchange for 10 pieces of Gold Leaves.

Simply put, with just the 500 Gold Note in Jason's hand, he could get 5000 Gold Leaves, that's 25000 Silver Coin, which at market price is about 75 'Nourishing Essence Pills'.

With one 'Nourishing Essence Pill' offering 10 points of satiety, that's 750 points of satiety.

Perhaps a normal person with such a large sum would be reluctant, but for Jason, fully converting it into satiety was no problem.

Don't forget, Jason also got a full thousand Gold Notes from that senior brother of the 'Transmigration Cult' who invaded the 'Mountain City'.

'The other party brought so much money, obviously to reward their side with a large sum after taking over the Mountain City, to appease the city's citizens, but it benefited me in the end.'

Jason only thought for a brief moment to understand why the so-called senior brother of the state capital of the 'Transmigration Cult' would bring so much money.

He now couldn't wait to also convert that Gold Note into 'Secret Medicine'.

However, to Jason's disappointment, after scouring the entire secret market, he only managed to purchase 15 'Nourishing Essence Pills' and 30 'Lesser Nourishing Essence Pills'.

The 'Lesser Nourishing Essence Pill', as the name suggests, is a weaker version of the 'Nourishing Essence Pill', priced between 40-60 Silver Coins.

After purchasing these 'Secret Medicines', Jason spent a full 3000 Silver Coins.

The Gold Notes changed from one 500 denomination to four 100s and four 10s denomination Notes.

Unknowingly, everyone's gaze had turned to Jason.

In fact, the moment Jason began buying 'Nourishing Essence Pills' and 'Lesser Nourishing Essence Pills' almost without bargaining, many people had already taken notice of him.

And when Jason took out that 500 denomination Gold Note, confirming it wasn't counterfeit, the entire market fell silent.

Everyone's attention was completely drawn to Jason.

They watched as Jason tucked the 'Secret Medicines' into his arms.

They watched as Jason tucked the Gold Notes into his arms.

Even those 'setting traps' from afar were watching here.

Jason, wearing an ice hockey mask, smiled.

He had done this deliberately just now.

Judging from the current situation, the effect was excellent.

"Ahem."

"I hereby release a commission: a bounty on the head of the owner of Mu-style Martial Arts School on Martial Arts Street."

"The bounty—"

"A hundred taels of gold."

Jason glanced around and lightly coughed as he spoke.

Instantly, the crowd before him erupted like boiling water.

A hundred taels of gold.

That's five thousand Silver Coins!

Enough for them to buy a house in Zhoufu and live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

Everyone was excited.

Every gaze burned hot.

Some were eyeing Hua Hong.

But more were eyeing Jason.

They hadn't forgotten Jason had 440 taels worth of Gold Notes on him now.

"The bounty lasts two days!"

"Two days later, I will return."

"Whoever brings back Mu Bai's head, I will pay them."

Having said that, Jason turned and left.

Deposit?

Nonexistent.

He was here to fish.

Not to feed the fish.

'Hope these guys have some property, don't let me down.'

Jason thought to himself.

After previous fights, Jason had realized that these figures lurking in the shadows preferred to carry all their wealth with them, and he hoped these people had deeper reserves.

Then, Jason suddenly thought of something.

'Am I skimming off someone else's principal?'

'Definitely not.'

'After all, I'm not even counting any interest.'

Jason thought confidently.

Then, he walked straight out of the Yuelai Inn.

Jason did not head towards Martial Arts Street.

Instead, he walked towards the Northern City.

After a little while, footsteps sounded behind him.

Jason stopped and turned back to see it was that vendor.

The vendor, seeing Jason stop, immediately spoke up.

"Sir, please wait."

"I have 'Secret Medicine' here, would you like it?"

"Yes."

Jason replied positively.

"120 Silver Coins each, I have 10 pills here."

The vendor spoke seriously, looking every bit like he wanted to do business.

"Too expensive."

Unexpectedly, in the market where he never bargained, Jason shook his head, causing the vendor to frown. While looking at his hidden companions in the nighttime surroundings, he pretended to be in a dilemma: "How much can you offer?"

Jason held up one finger.

"100 Silver Coins?"

"No, that's too little."

"At least 115 Silver Coins."

The vendor eyed his slowly approaching companions and continued to pretend to negotiate.

Jason shook his head again, using a calm voice to say—

"No, you misunderstood me."

"I meant..."

"A life."