Chapter 5: Ginseng of Ten Thousand Years

  Leaving the bamboo forest, Ling Sheng carried two jade boxes and returned home to his simple house.

  "Hehe, the roots of the 500-year-old Ling Shen and the 10,000-year-old Xian Shen."

  Staring at a Lingxian in front of him, Ling Sheng licked the corner of his mouth and glanced at a root next to it, his eyes burning with even greater fervor.

  A pale golden root hair lay quietly in the jade box, as thick as a chopstick and about an inch long.

  The roots are dark in color, with a hint of grayish white amidst the light gold, and between the grayish whites, a sense of vicissitudes rushes forth, which is the mark left by time on this thousand-year-old ginseng.

  A faint greyish-white colour, like the hoary hair of old age, born from ancient times, having gone through many years, cold and desolate.

  "Good baby." Ling Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, with a strange light flashing in them.

  He casually picked up the root, slowly brought it to his mouth, lightly chewed, a bitter taste instantly filled his tongue, and then, endless sweetness spread throughout his body.

  Ling Sheng only felt his body gradually heating up, as if a lot of hot air was emanating from inside, and he couldn't help but sit cross-legged, quietly circulating his true energy to refine and transform this medicinal power.

  A single strand of fairy ginseng, the medicinal power contained within may not necessarily surpass that of hundreds of years old lingzhi, however in terms of purity, it is far superior to hundred-year-old lingzhi and thousand-year-old lingzhi.

  Ginseng can be absorbed into the body without refinement, and in an instant, it merges with the true energy, increasing cultivation.

  "Ten thousand year old immortal ginseng, its name is not in vain. Just one single root hair is priceless." Ling Sheng silently praised in his heart.

  Ling Sheng's head rose with a few strands of white gas, which floated and rose into the air, like an immortal mist, as if it had spiritual energy.

  His skin was already fiery red and unbearably hot.

  The medicinal power of the immortal ginseng is extremely pure and unparalleled, with a fierce and fiery passion. While Ling Sheng's cultivation of sword energy belongs to the pure metal path.

  Refine gold in fierce fire.

  Ling Sheng only felt that the pure golden true energy inside his body was becoming more and more refined.

  The medicinal power surged forth, accompanied by true energy, and in one move, it charged into the White Gold Sword Pill.

  Boom!

  Ling Sheng's entire body shook, the sword dan in his body trembled slightly, and then remained still. The red heat on his skin also quickly dissipated.

  A thumb-sized white gold sword Dan slowly rotated, surging out a stream of true energy, faintly flashing, unexpectedly condensed two or three times more than before.

  "This one root of Kung Fu has saved me ten years of hard practice." Ling Sheng exclaimed in amazement.

  No wonder the rogue cultivators are hard to cultivate, while the outstanding disciples of the major sects emerge one after another. This natural talent is also a major factor.

  "Huh? Why is there a layer of black mud on me?"

  Ling Sheng spread his hands, and saw a layer of mud on them. He was taken aback, stood up, and found that his entire body was covered in black dirt, emitting a foul odor.

  However, Ling Sheng felt an immense surge of energy and his body became much lighter. He was secretly amazed and vaguely sensed the reason behind it.

  This ten-thousand-year-old ginseng, while increasing its cultivation, also nourished its physical body, circulating blood and washing the marrow, transforming its bones. Such effects are something that even a thousand-year-old spirit ginseng may not be able to achieve.

  "Such a precious treasure, yet it's going to be given to Su Bai to temper the flying sword. It's really heart-wrenching." Ling Sheng sighed, "Traditional flying swords are straightforward and powerful, but they also have many drawbacks. In the early stages, cultivation is slow, and they are also restricted by impure objects. In fact, the steps of using this treasure to temper the flying sword are also an indispensable technique."

  "Su Bai has been cultivating until now, and doesn't know how many hundreds of years' worth of spiritual medicine he has used. Even if it's a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine, there might not be ten or eight stalks left. This one strand of the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng Whisker is probably also something that Shi Changlao saw him about to break through and reluctantly gave to him, using it to help him fly his sword and pass the Sword Calamity."

  Ling Sheng smiled secretly in his heart and said, "It's just a bargain for me."

  After taking this ginseng that can be called a divine object, combined with the true energy cultivation nourished by the White Gold Sword Dan, Ling Sheng already had more than 30 years of Taoist practice, his true energy was condensed and almost reached the peak of Qi Nourishment.

  "If I can control my breath, I'll be able to break through the air with my sword energy and show off its sharpness." Ling Sheng thought for a moment in his heart and secretly said: "It's just a pity that breaking through the cultivation of Qi and reaching the control of Qi will take some effort. Even if I get two more Tianxian roots, it can only thicken my Tao and help me grow my true energy, but it won't be much help in breaking through the boundary."

  "Before I can break through the aura, I must have some defensive objects."

  Ling Sheng stood up, suddenly stunned, and drew out his long sword with a backhand.

  A low, muffled sound came, scarlet ashes flying everywhere, a long sword was rusted and worn out, no longer in its original shape.

  Ling Sheng tried tapping the sword lightly, and instantly the long sword shattered, a large amount of rust flew everywhere, falling to the ground.

  "So that's how it is." Ling Sheng was taken aback at first, but then suddenly realized that earlier when he had taken the medicine and circulated his Qi, he had unknowingly absorbed all the golden aura on the long sword to supplement his true Qi.

  He put the rusty sword aside, and Ling Sheng took out a waistband with more than ten small flying knives on it, about one inch long, neatly inserted in the small cloth pouches on the waistband.

  Whoosh!

  Ling Sheng drew out his flying knife and with a flick of his wrist, it shot out instantly, deeply stabbing into the trunk of a willow tree twenty paces outside the window.

  Ling Sheng was quite satisfied, muttering to himself: "This flying knife move is enough to deal with ordinary people. As for those who cultivate internal energy, I need to get close to them, catch them off guard, and kill them instantly with the flying knife. However, cultivators are very sensitive to killing intent, and I don't know how to conceal it, so getting close to them to stab is just a fantasy."

  This flying knife technique is not a martial art, but rather a skillful trick of sword energy. According to Ling Sheng's estimation, within 50 steps, it can hit the target with 100% accuracy. Beyond 50-60 steps, it will lose its accuracy. If it flies beyond 80 steps, the force attached to it will inevitably weaken and fall to the ground.

  Ling Sheng had also used his sword energy to shoot flying knives in the past, but he could only kill people within ten steps. Once he exceeded twenty steps, his strength would dissipate and fall to the ground.

  Moreover, the sword energy is vigorous and requires the mobilization of true qi. If there is no true qi to mobilize, then it will stir up blood energy, which will affect the internal organs. After two or three flying knives come down, the internal organs will already have suffered internal injuries.

  Now, Ling Sheng's true energy has been formed. Although it cannot be released from the body, it can nourish itself, strengthen its physique, breathe smoothly and steadily, with abundant blood and energy, and greatly improve the function of the internal organs. In this state, even if hundreds of flying knives are sent out, there will be no great harm.

  "With flying knives protecting me, there wasn't much danger on the way. Thus, I continued to cultivate and collect some metal objects, absorbing their refined golden auras to thicken my cultivation."

  Ling Sheng flipped his flying knife and chuckled: "I wonder if this trip will allow me to break through the air-repairing cultivation in one go?"

  "Alright, it's time to go find Brother Su Bai and present him with a sword case."

  Ling Sheng's spirit was refreshed and he didn't rest. He put the jade box into his bosom, and casually tied the waistband with a hidden flying knife around his waist.

  He picked up a few sets of clothes, rolled them into bundles, slung them over his shoulder, smiled triumphantly to himself, and pushed open the door to leave.

  Before leaving, go find Hei Xi Shixiong to bid farewell.