Chapter 13: Yang Qi Tang

  Nothing happened overnight, he put his backpack in Yaolou, Chenjiu got up and exercised a bit, then started his own herb-picking trip.

  No matter where it is, that world, no matter if it's ordinary medicine or a rare and precious medicine, they are all indispensable items.

  Miraculous medicine, seize heaven and earth's creation, absorb the essence of sun and moon, when the opportunity arrives, it can transform into a shape and emerge, becoming an unparalleled great demon.

  He casually dug up a ginseng that looked about 40 or 50 years old and threw it into his medicine basket.

  Herbal medicine of this age, if there is no good storage method, the efficacy will soon be lost.

  It's okay, Chen Jiu's medicine bag behind him was blessed with magical powers, which can stabilize the medicinal properties and prevent them from losing their efficacy.

  Wiping the sweat from his forehead, picking herbs is absolutely not a simple task. Not to mention rock climbing, even walking on the stone seams, it's an absolutely thrilling experience that tests one's courage to the limit.

  It's okay, Chen Jiu has been a mountain bandit for so many years, always on edge, even if he was originally timid, he should have toughened up by now, let alone the fact that he has lived two lifetimes and has cultivation.

  "They say cultivators can swallow clouds and spit out fog, move mountains and overturn seas, but I'm still running around non-stop for these few herbs. We're all cultivators, but why is the difference so big?"

  On the other hand, Chen Jiu's other hand grasped the rope tightly.

  It's been three days since entering the mountain. Fortunately, Chen Jiu's seal technique has already reached a certain level, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on for so long.

  In this vast mountain, there are all sorts of things, poisonous birds and insects, man-eating wolves, tigers, leopards, and bears. This is the deepest part of the mountain, even the best hunters and the most skilled mountaineers would not dare to stay here for three days, because this is a primitive land.

  Looking at the swaying rope, Chen Jiulang gritted his teeth and climbed up again, this time to pick this over 50-year-old ginseng, he had to climb down more than 50 meters of cliff.

  What, you want to ask why Chen Jiu knew there would be mountain ginseng under the cliff over 50 meters away? The art of Fu Seal is not just about fighting with people.

  He suddenly jumped up and sat on the edge of the cliff, dangling his two legs, and casually pulled out a thin, long mountain grass that looked crumpled from his bosom.

  After rubbing for a while, looking at the mountain grass that had completely deformed, with a light movement of his fingers, a small flame appeared on his fingertips.

  It's strange to say that the herbs actually caught fire. The herbs, which were clearly damp and couldn't burn, somehow ignited at this moment.

  A wisp of smoke drifted away with the wind, Chen Jiuxiao burst out laughing: "The wind is strong on the mountain ridge, this insecticide smoke has the greatest killing power against snakes and insects."

  After throwing the last piece of insect-repelling grass to the ground, Chen Ji got up and walked into a recessed stone, slowly lying down: "I'm really exhausted, I'll go back tomorrow, this herb is enough for several days".

  Within a hundred feet of Chen's nine-square-inch radius, there was an eerie silence, not even the sound of snakes and insects calling out, as if it had already become a place of terror.

  The insects that came and went avoided that empty space from afar and absolutely did not dare to take a step forward.

  This is the insect grass, all insects and snakes that smell this smoke will die within three breaths, and this smoke also has a sticky property. The scattered ash of the grass is also highly toxic and can last for at least half a month.

  Chen Jiuyi relied on this herb to rest safely every night in the deep mountains, free from harm by insects and snakes.

  Watching the sunset slowly sinking, he smacked his lips. At night, it was absolutely impossible to go out. Once it got dark, large wild beasts would come out to forage for food. If one wasn't careful, they'd become a meal in a beast's belly. Faced with some of the deadly crises of the black night, Chen Jiudo didn't dare gamble with his own life.

  The moonlight poured down on the earth, with no clouds in sight for thousands of miles. The entire mountain range turned silver white, taking on a unique beauty. Slowly, Chen Jiu's spirit sank into his body, transforming and harmonizing with the celestial way. Strand after strand of moonlight continued to pour down towards Chen Jiu's location.

  A faint, soft glow was slowly emanating from the medicine basket beside Chen Jiu, a strange fluctuation circulating within a radius of over ten miles, causing countless demonic beasts to avoid this place.

  It was a peaceful night except that I was occasionally awakened by the howling of those hateful wolves.

  After a night of cultivation, Chen Jiuxiao felt refreshed and invigorated. He shouldered his medicine bag and headed outwards.

  As for breakfast, there's no need to worry about that. In the most primitive mountain forest, what is lacking are some wild fruits, and Chen Jiu has picked a lot of medicinal materials during this period. What can be more effective in relieving hunger and increasing cultivation than medicinal materials?

  Looking at his tattered clothes, Chen Jiou curled up his mouth, but didn't dare to swagger back home like this, the taste of being exposed was unbearable.

  After barely hiding in the mountains for half a day, Chen Jiu saw that it was getting dark and hurriedly walked towards home with his medicine basket on his back.

  Still the same appearance, no more and no less, dust as usual.

  Gently lit the oil lamp, a "pa" sound of oil explosion made the whole room bright.

  Put down the medicine basket, walked outside and fetched a bucket of water, then poured it on his body, shivered once, and felt refreshed.

  Looking at the weeds in the yard, Chen Jiu smiled lightly and ignored them, although these weeds had already grown to knee height.

  He slowly changed into a new set of clothes, wiped his body clean, then took out the wild fruit he had picked in the deep mountains and ate two with a crunching sound. He lit an incense stick, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

  Cultivation is like sailing against the current, half a point of carelessness and you will be swept downstream.

  Woken up by a rooster's crow, Chen Jiu rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. He washed his face, picked up the hoe and cleared a corner of the yard. After watering it, he carved a talisman on the land.

  He walked into the house, took out a medicine basket and Chen Jiu revealed a smile: "A steady trickle is the best way to go".

  He casually buried the herbs in the ground: "I don't know if this counts as artificial cultivation of medicinal materials".

  Look again at the weeds in the courtyard, after a night's time, for some reason, they are somewhat spiritless and listless.

  Last night when Chen Jiu was practicing qigong, he intentionally absorbed the vital energy of the weeds in the courtyard. As a result, the outcome is not bad, at least it has inhibited the growth of the weeds.

  I don't know from which corner of the wall a usable ceramic pot was dug out, washed clean with clear water, and then slowly inscribed with talismans to nurture spiritual energy.

  Just then, a knock at the door came from outside. Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he walked over to open the door. As he did so, his tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed: "Zhong Shu".

  "Uh, I heard you're back today, so I came over to take a look."

  Looking at what Chen Zhong was carrying on his shoulder, Chen Jiu asked with some curiosity: "Uncle Zhong, what's that?"

  "Last time that fat guy came to my house and said he was bringing some rice for you, I heard you were at home today so I brought it over."

  "Give it to me."

  Walking to the side of the courtyard, Chen Jiu put down the rice and sat down with Chen Zhong: "How come you've been running into the mountains all this time? The world doesn't seem as safe as you think it is. You mustn't be so reckless in the future."

  Chen Jiuzi's mouth twitched, but he didn't say a word.

  After being stunned for a while, Zhong Shu bid farewell. It turned out that Zhong Shu's wife was actually pregnant, which was truly an extraordinary and significant event, no matter in which world, giving birth to a child is always the most important thing of all.

  The autumn air, combined with Chen Jiu's ability to absorb vitality, had already withered the weeds in the courtyard. Then, with a deliberate move from Chen Jiu, a fire burned all the weeds to ashes.

  Gently plucked a few leaves of herbs, the jar under Chen Jiu's nourishment already had a faint hint of spirituality.

  Put herbs in a jar and slowly ignite a small fire to simmer.

  The smell of herbs was very strong, perhaps due to the abundance of medicinal materials, and this smell spread throughout half of the village.

  Quietly sat on the stone bed, took a sip of the newly brewed nourishing Qi soup, the intense medicinal properties suddenly erupted in his stomach, and the Fa power in his meridians was like an unbridled wild horse, galloping frantically.

  The first heavy heaven is nothing special, it's just constantly condensing the divine seed, requiring a lot of spiritual objects and a lot of spiritual energy. As long as the spiritual objects or spiritual energy are sufficient, then the great success of the first heavy heaven is only a matter of course. As for what washing the fur and cutting the marrow, that's just an accessory product brought by the first heavy heaven.