He Pingsheng returned to his small room.
The wound, which hadn't felt very painful a moment ago, now began to ache intensely.
Fortunately, Han Laosan came over and told him that due to his injury, Zhang Laoda hadn't arranged any other work for him for the next two days.
He could rest for two days.
Otherwise, He Pingsheng's life would be even more difficult.
After Han Laosan left, several other people came over one after another, asking questions. Their goal was only one: to find out where He Pingsheng's Medicinal Pills had gone?
He Pingsheng spoke vaguely, making everyone believe that all the Medicinal Pills had been taken by Zhang Laoda, hoping to extinguish their covetous desires.
This move was undoubtedly very effective.
For the rest of the day, no one else came to He Pingsheng's door to inquire.
The whole world quieted down.
He Pingsheng locked his room door, then firmly propped the bolt, before returning to his bed and taking out the blood-red Gold Bone Pill he had been holding in his arms.
The question arose: should he take it?
After taking it, his injuries would definitely fully recover within three days.
From what the Young Lady said, not only would it heal superficial wounds, but even if he suffered severe injuries in the future, taking this item could quickly restore his Qi and blood, allowing him to move as before within a few days.
This was a good item.
A treasure that Immortals could use, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an Immortal Pill, right?
After much thought, He Pingsheng still put the Immortal Pill away.
He couldn't bear to take it.
Such minor injuries should be bearable. Such a good treasure Immortal Pill must be saved. In case of a serious injury in the future, it would provide an extra layer of protection.
At a critical moment, it might even save his life.
He Pingsheng's gaze swept around the room, and he found that apart from the dark earthenware basin, there really was no container to place the Immortal Pill in.
The previous snow-white porcelain bottle had been snatched away by Zhang Laoda.
“Then let's put it in the basin for now!”
He Pingsheng tossed a blood-red Medicinal Pill into the earthenware basin, then covered the basin with a wooden board, and pushed the entire basin with the board deep under the bed.
After everything was done, He Pingsheng secretly grabbed a handful of spirit rice from his pillow and put it into his mouth.
Spirit rice could increase strength; he hoped it would also help with his injuries.
He Pingsheng had guessed correctly.
Half a day later, when he lay on his bed after dinner, He Pingsheng felt that his injuries had improved significantly.
At least it didn't hurt as much when he lay on the hard wooden board bed.
The next morning, he got up to eat!
While they were eating, Zhang Laoda came over to He Pingsheng's side again and said with a smile, “Little brother, I've found you an easier job!”
“Starting this morning, you'll go to our Xiuzhu Peak's Pill Refining Room and be responsible for sweeping and cleaning the Pill Refining Room.”
“This job isn't heavy. Sometimes, if the masters aren't performing Alchemy, you don't need to clean!”
“How about it?”
He Pingsheng didn't feel anything in particular; after all, the work in the Pill Refining Room was definitely easier than carrying water, wasn't it?
“Okay!” He Pingsheng nodded, a look of gratitude appearing on his face: “Thank you, Brother Zhang!”
“Don't thank me!” Zhang Laoda took a deep breath and said, “Let me make it clear to you first, this Pill Refining Room is our Xiuzhu Peak's public Pill Refining Room. There's a dedicated Pillboy who serves the Alchemy masters; he's an Outer Sect Disciple. You're different; you're a handyman. After you go there, you'll only do tasks like emptying furnace ash, chopping firewood, and cleaning!”
“But some masters have bad tempers. If their Alchemy fails, their mood will be even worse. At that Time, it's inevitable that they'll vent their anger on us servants!”
“If you're not observant and end up getting a severe beating, don't blame me for not warning you!”
Ah, this…
He Pingsheng then felt that something was amiss.
Looking around, sure enough, many people showed a 'you're doomed' kind of look.
Zhang Laoda continued, “Everything has its pros and cons. If the masters successfully refine satisfactory Medicinal Pills, they might reward you with some items when they're in a good mood. Even the tiniest scraps that leak from the Immortals' fingertips will be enough for you to benefit Wuqiong for a lifetime!”
“He Pingsheng, be more observant. Move today!”
“There are special rooms in the Pill Refining Room, you'll live there from now on!”
“But for three meals a day, you still have to come back here to eat!”
…
Carrying water and cleaning the Pill Refining Room, one was tiring, the other was life-threatening!
He Pingsheng couldn't tell if he was sad or happy, but he always felt that being closer to Immortals meant that his path to cultivation would be wider in the future.
More opportunities were definitely a good thing.
As long as he was clever, there shouldn't be any problems.
Back in his room, it was Time to move.
He Pingsheng locked the door and propped the bolt.
Actually, there wasn't much to move.
Only some clothes.
The rest were some Time spirit rice he had secretly hidden, and a Medicinal Pill.
For He Pingsheng, the Immortal Pill was paramount.
He bent down and crawled under the bed, laboriously taking out the earthenware basin he had put in yesterday. He lifted the wooden board on top and was immediately stunned again.
Two?
That's right, inside the dark basin, two Medicinal Pills lay quietly.
Didn't I put in one?
How did it become two?
He Pingsheng's heart began to thump wildly.
At this moment, the strange things that had happened these past few days flashed through his mind one by one.
The water in the basin increased and turned green!
The white spirit rice in the basin turned into Time spirit rice, and the quantity doubled.
Now, the one Medicinal Pill in this basin had also turned into two.
Hiss, hiss, hiss…
This…
Is this basin a treasure?
He Pingsheng felt that at this moment, he was not real at all.
He pinched his thigh hard with his hand.
The pain came, which made him somewhat sober.
Sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the basin for about half an incense stick's worth of Time, the fourteen-year-old boy scratched his head, then reached out and picked up one of the Medicinal Pills, examining it carefully.
“One… two… three… four…”
As he examined it, he mumbled to himself, counting the patterns on the Medicinal Pill.
Yesterday, Zhang Laoda told him that Medicinal Pills also had grades.
The same type of Medicinal Pill was divided into Low Grade, Medium Grade, and High Grade.
The important distinguishing mark was the patterns on it.
One Medicinal Pill pattern was a Low Grade Medicinal Pill.
Two Medicinal Pill patterns were a Medium Grade Medicinal Pill!
Three Medicinal Pill patterns were a High Grade Medicinal Pill, which was said to only appear in legends.
He Pingsheng clearly remembered that yesterday's Medicinal Pill had one pattern.
But now, this Medicinal Pill had four patterns. What was this strange thing?
“Could it be… that there are Medicinal Pills of an even higher quality than High Grade?” He Pingsheng's heart was so excited it was in his throat.
“gathering treasure basin!”
He Pingsheng excitedly looked at the black shelf in front of him, his heart pounding in his throat: “This thing, is it a gathering treasure basin?”