Chapter 42: Rescue and Treatment of Ling Cao

  Arriving at the second level of the Medicine Garden, Su Che saw top-grade spiritual herbs like Blood Ginseng, Purple Snow Lotus, Scarlet Flame Fruit and Sky Blue Star. Some lower and middle-grade spiritual herbs that were over 500 years old would also be transplanted to this level.

  The value of spiritual grass is not only determined by its innate quality, but also by the length of time it has been cultivated. For example, although Seven Star Grass is only a lower-grade spiritual grass, a single thousand-year-old Seven Star Grass can be worth far more than any hundred-year-old top-grade spiritual herb.

  After walking a considerable distance, Su Che still hadn't seen the top-grade spiritual herb field. He guessed that the top-grade spiritual herbs in the second layer of the Medicine Garden were definitely divided into a special area and would be carefully tended to with great care.

  The exquisite residence was a two-story small building, with its front facing the sun and its back leaning against the mountain wall. In the medicine garden, it could be considered one of the most delicate buildings that Su Che had ever seen.

  Entering the living room on the first floor, Linglong said: "Please sit down first, I'll go up and bring that spiritual grass down."

  Su Che nodded and sat down in the chair on the right side of the table. Soon, Linglong came down from the second floor with a huge flower pot.

  The diameter of the flower pot was at least four feet, and with the mud inside, it weighed at least 200 kilograms. Yet in Linglong's hands, it felt as light as a feather. Of course, this wasn't surprising - not only did she have the strength of an eighth-level cultivator, but even Su Che had the power to lift over a thousand kilograms with ease, relying solely on his physical strength.

  In such a large flower pot, only one small-sized spiritual grass was planted, and the overall height was less than one foot. The modeling of this spiritual grass is extremely unique, with long leaves that shimmer with a faint golden light, which doesn't seem like real leaves, but rather like golden misty objects that have been transformed into ethereal things.

  "In the Xianyu, Old Hei flipped through a spiritual grass manual and introduced it to Su Che: "Flowing Cloud Golden Basin, its leaves are similar to those of the Ling Grass. Although it's an extreme product of the Pre-Heavenly grade, its rarity has already surpassed most of the absolute products of the Ling Grass. With just 50 years of medicinal age, it can be sold for tens of millions of spiritual stones at a sky-high price..."

  Unfortunately, this 'Flowing Cloud Golden Basin' has already dimmed its golden light, its slender leaves weakly drooping, losing the lively and dynamic feeling of fluttering and dancing. It is clearly seriously ill, not far from withering away for good, relying only on the high-grade spiritual stone and medicine buried in the soil of the flower pot to barely cling to life.

  "It's crying every day, it's so pitiful, please save it." Linglong gazed at the weak and fragile little grass with a sorrowful expression.

  "Save it!" She had said this sentence to countless people, yet she could only watch as the small grass withered away, gradually dying...

  Su Che asked in a low voice: "This spiritual grass must have extremely special significance for you, right?"

  Su Che thought that a girl of Ling Long's age must be very emotional. If it was just because the spiritual grass was expensive and extremely rare, it wouldn't have made her so sad. There might be some special emotions attached to this.

  As expected, Linglong nodded gently and said in a low voice: "It was my mother's beloved object before she passed away. I don't know why, but two years ago when my mother unfortunately passed away, it began to weaken day by day... It's all my fault for not taking good care of it..."

  No wonder! Su Che nodded secretly, thinking: She's not bad after all. At least there are still some relics of her loved ones to hold onto, her own wife, unborn child, biological parents, brothers and sisters... In that damned Great Calamity, everything had turned to nothingness, it was impossible for him to find even a single relic again...

  Thinking of this, Su Che took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Try it out, I don't dare to guarantee anything."

  "Okay, thank you."

  Her voice was soft and gentle, but in fact, she didn't have too much hope either, just like Su Che had predicted beforehand. She was just desperately seeking any doctor who claimed to have the talent for cultivating spiritual herbs, and would entrust them with her plea.

  Su Che didn't know how to treat the spiritual grass, and even Xian Yueming, who had some talent in this area, wasn't qualified to diagnose and treat something of this level. Chen Zongguan had already said so, and even the elder of the medicine garden was at a loss.

  Su Che walked around the flower pot a few times, pretending to observe carefully, but in fact, he couldn't see anything. In his heart, he was negotiating with Lao Hei: "She said earlier that after her mother passed away, this spiritual grass began to wither, could it be that this little grass has become a spirit and possesses spirituality? When the master dies, it also loses its will to live?"

  "It's not that mysterious." Old Black replied, "If this spiritual grass were to become a spirit, it would definitely not escape my perception. Moreover, the higher the grade of spiritual grass, the longer its growth cycle is. Without tens of thousands of years, it's impossible for it to produce spiritual intelligence. Look, master, this spiritual grass is only over a hundred years old in terms of medicinal age."

  "I can't see it, whatever you say is what it is." Su Che muttered to himself.

  Lao Hei chuckled and said, "We don't have any other skills, we can only rely on the healing function of Xianyu, that is, the kind of warm current you mentioned, try it out. If this doesn't work either, then we'll really be out of options."

  "Alright."

  Su Che stretched out his right hand and carefully parted the long, thin leaves that hung down from the 'Flowing Cloud Golden Basin', lightly touching its stem.

  Linglong's heart skipped a beat with excitement, but at the same time, she became extremely nervous. Because she had sought help from many people to save this spiritual grass, except for the Medicine Garden elder, no one else dared to touch it, they were all afraid that if they weren't careful, they would accidentally kill this struggling spiritual grass...

  This young man named Su Che actually dared to take action directly like the elder of Yao Garden, which means that either he is highly skilled and bold, or he is a newborn calf who doesn't know death!

  So Linglong was both hopeful and extremely nervous, even muttering to herself: "You little scoundrel, if you clumsily cure it to death, just wait and see how I'll deal with you!"

  "Ah!"

  Just as she was thinking about it, a golden leaf from the "Flowing Cloud Golden Basin" fell down, of course, it was knocked off by Su Che. Linglong couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  "Susu also had a fright in his heart, and couldn't help but scold him secretly. This thing is simply too fragile, almost rotten? Being so careful, he still managed to knock off a leaf?"

  Linglong restrained herself from chopping him down with her sword, covering her mouth tightly, afraid of startling him again. His smelly paws were trembling, and if he shook them, the stem might break.

  My heart is racing and I'm so tense! Linglong couldn't help but ask in a soft voice, "How about we just forget it?"

  "Don't bother me!" Su Che gritted his teeth and said to her through the transmission technique.

  That's why I use the technique of transmitting sound into secret, also fearing that when I open my mouth to speak, the air sprayed out at close range will blow this dying withered grass into flying leaves, leaving only a bare stem, and then it will be too late to turn back...

  At this moment, it has become a situation where it is difficult to retreat. Su Che knew that if he couldn't save this withered grass, when he withdrew his right hand, he would definitely bring down even more leaves.

  Ignorance is also a sin, if I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have dared to act so rashly!

  Fortunately, Su Che's heart was strong, no matter how tense he was, his right hand didn't shake at all, and his thumb and index finger firmly pinched the stem of the spiritual grass.

  "If you don't give me face, I'll crush you to death and we'll die together!" Su Che uttered the threatening words, meanwhile, a strange warm current from the Xian prison had appeared.

  A warm current, originating from the center of the eyebrows, flowed slowly down along Su Che's right arm, passing through two fingers, and finally entered the stem of 'Liu Yun Jin Pan'.

  At first there was no reaction, but after a dozen or so breaths, Lao Hei had a response...

  "Master, it's effective." At this moment, Lao Hei also didn't dare to shout loudly, but instead lowered his voice and said to Su Che, "I can feel it, the warm current has already started to nourish it."

  "Is that so?" Su Che's heart was filled with joy: "As long as it's effective, as long as it's effective, I knew it, the Xianyu itself is extraordinary, and any ability it possesses is also extremely uncommon!"

  The warm current continued to transmit to the spiritual grass, and after a short while, Old Black reminded: "That's enough, this guy is already weak and can't take any more nourishment. If we give too much, it will burst to death. I estimate that if we do this ten or so times, each time spaced three to five days apart, we should be able to save it."

  "Every three to five days, after a dozen or so times, it can be saved..." Su Che silently repeated Lao Hei's judgment, and had already planned another plan in his heart.

  The warm current has stopped, but Su Che still pretended to hold the stem, with a solemn expression, silently muttering something in his mouth, and his idle left hand also began to pinch various hand seals... Of course, these actions were useless, just pretending to be mysterious.

  Su Che thought that this matter cannot be made too simple and easy, it's better to drag on for a longer time, make it more complicated, in order to make people more convinced.

  Standing beside Linglong, she didn't dare to breathe heavily, and the tension was getting more and more intense. However, her inner expectation was also becoming thicker. It seemed that this little guy was quite something, having not created the most terrible danger for such a long time, maybe he really had some skills!

  Another moment passed before Su Che decided it was time to end this first 'treatment'.

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