“First Clone retrieved.”
“Harvested fifty years of lifespan.”
“Harvested skills: Basic Alchemy, Hundred Herbs Comprehensive Knowledge.”
“Harvested Medicinal Pill: Human Yuan Great Pill.”
Looking at the information before him, Fang Qing was utterly bewildered.
No, another one was culled?
Just as he was about to open the video playback, a young attendant approached with a tray.
“Fellow Daoist, this is your contract. Please review it, and if everything is correct, sign it.”
Fang Qing could only suppress his curiosity and first took the contract to examine it.
This morning, he had selected another medicine garden in Zhushi Hall, as one garden was no longer enough to meet his consumption.
At this moment, the attendant from the hall had just found the contract and delivered it.
Seeing Fang Qing casually flip through it a couple of times before signing, the attendant couldn't help but smile and sigh:
“There are more and more medicine gardens accumulating in the hall these days. It’s truly not easy for a Fellow Daoist to take one.”
Fang Qing silently glanced at him: “If it’s convenient, sign me up for another one.”
The attendant: “Eh?”
It took him a few seconds to react, and he asked with confusion: “Fellow Daoist, this is already your second garden. Aren’t you afraid it will hinder your Dao cultivation?”
Fang Qing sighed to the heavens: “Work makes me happy!”
The attendant gave him a strange look but didn't ask further, hurrying off to find a new contract.
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, another contract was signed.
The attendant was in a joyful mood.
Performance +2.
Considering him a big client, he offered some information for free.
“Fellow Daoist, recently, these farmsteads and medicine gardens down the mountain haven’t been peaceful. It’s said some incidents have already occurred. Please be careful; the protection arranged by the sect down the mountain might not be enough to guard against them.”
Fang Qing kept this in mind, thus concluding his trip to Zhushi Hall.
......
Little Medicine Garden, bamboo building.
After closing his door, Fang Qing immediately initiated the recall.
Among his three Clones, Dao Tong Fang Qing, whom he had always trusted, suddenly died violently, which truly piqued his curiosity.
With a thought, the broken satellite seed in his Sea of Consciousness rotated slightly, and Dao Tong Fang Qing's final memories flowed into Fang Qing's mind.
Inside an ancient Pill Chamber, a well-behaved Dao Tong carried the chopped firewood and placed it one by one under the fiery Pill Furnace.
The already vigorous fire gained a few more points of heat.
Fang Qing watched, seeing nothing unusual. For several months, this had been his daily routine.
Immediately after, the Dao Tong opened the lid of the Pill Furnace, took a plate, and added the Materials from the plate one by one. Then he took a large spoon and stirred vigorously.
The Pill Furnace seemed to be stimulated by something and began to tremble slightly.
Fang Qing, who was observing, narrowed his eyes. A new situation!
Could it be that he added the wrong medicinal Materials and the Pill Furnace exploded? Fang Qing had a guess.
The Dao Tong took out another plate from a box. Fang Qing pulled his consciousness a little closer, wanting to see what medicinal Materials were on the plate.
“Hiss!~”
The moment he saw clearly, it startled him.
What kind of medicinal Materials were these!
Broken pieces of flesh, moldy strips of cloth, finger-like objects, and bloodshot eyes.
“What the hell is this!”
After calming his emotions, Fang Qing recovered.
“Could this be proper Alchemy?”
After all, it was his first time seeing it. What if he was just unknowledgeable?
He kept comforting himself in his mind.
Hmm, that’s right, this is just ordinary Alchemy!
Immediately after, the Dao Tong took out a book from his Pregnant, opened it, and while adding the medicinal Materials from the plate into the furnace, he muttered incantations.
Fang Qing wanted to see the book clearly, but his consciousness was a blur. He only seemed to catch the characters “Seven” and “Mystic” before he couldn’t see anything else.
He couldn't help but feel uneasy. This was the first time an item in a memory was so unclear.
Having no other options, he could only put it aside for now and continue observing the Dao Tong’s next actions.
The trembling Pill Furnace slowly calmed down.
“It seems it’s not an exploding Pill Furnace,” Fang Qing concluded, but another question arose: could it be an external enemy?
He had heard legends of valuable Medicinal Pills encountering a Lightning Tribulation upon emergence.
Time passed minute by minute. The Pill Furnace continued to tremble three times and calmed down three times.
Finally, the fire gradually diminished, and a strange fragrance filled the room.
The Dao Tong Fang Qing threw the spoon aside, his eyes burning with fanaticism as he stared intently into the Pill Furnace.
“Hahahahahahaha~”
Fang Qing stared intently at his surroundings; danger should be approaching soon.
Just as the atmosphere solidified, the Dao Tong suddenly burst into laughter.
“Dao Master, I’ve succeeded!”
“Succeeded, hahahahahahaha!”
No sooner said than done, he leaped into the Pill Furnace.
The gradually extinguishing fire, as if sprayed with oil, burst into a roaring blaze with a “hong” sound.
Immediately after, the ordinary Pill Furnace emitted faint golden light, as if some treasure was about to be born.
Fang Qing, who was stunned, hadn't even reacted when a cracking sound echoed from the sky; lightning struck down.
The memory fragment ended there.
“Wait!” Rubbing his temples vigorously, Fang Qing had many complaints he couldn't hold back.
What happened to the well-behaved Dao Tong? Why did he suddenly go crazy?
That method of Alchemy with flesh and blood certainly isn't normal, is it?
What exactly was that mysterious book? He saw it for the first time today, but seeing Dao Tong Fang Qing's familiar demeanor, he must have had it for quite some time.
Finally, what was that Medicinal Pill that was about to emerge, that even had a Lightning Tribulation?
A whirlwind of questions muddled Fang Qing's mind, making it impossible to comprehend.
However, why bother thinking about things that are incomprehensible? Fang Qing rolled his eyes, lay on the bed, and relaxed.
“Accept Dao Tong Fang Qing’s inheritance,” with a thought, the surface of the broken seed glowed.
He wanted to see what the Human Yuan Great Pill was all about!
“Dao Tong Fang Qing’s Relics is being received.”
“Skills are being learned.”
With the feedback information, many memory fragments appeared in Fang Qing's mind.
In the memories, he diligently studied the 《Hundred Herbs Record》 day and night. With his hard work, he quickly learned to identify hundreds of medicinal Materials, understood all their medicinal properties and contraindications, and knew their cultivation methods, among other aspects of knowledge.
Besides studying herbs, he also practiced Alchemy. Through countless days and nights and arduous cultivation, he finally achieved getting Started. Through long-term research, he had gained some insights into the control of Alchemy heat.
“Skill learning complete. Congratulations to the host for acquiring Basic Alchemy and Hundred Herbs Comprehensive Knowledge.”
Fang Qing lay on the bed, twisted his somewhat stiff neck, and then stretched, sighing:
“Ah, I’m truly too tired!”
The feedback continued.
“Inherited lifespan: 50 years.”
“Inherited Relics: Human Yuan Great Pill.”
As the feedback ended, a strange Medicinal Pill appeared in Fang Qing's hand.
Its surface had incomprehensible patterns and pulsed like a heart, seemingly alive.
“Hiss, what is this thing for?” Fang Qing examined it carefully back and forth, feeling a headache: “It doesn’t even come with an instruction manual. I can’t just pop it into my mouth, can I?”
As he pondered, the mysterious seed in his mind gave its first active feedback.
“Human Yuan Great Pill, can cultivate Mystic Heart Dao Seed.”
“Mystic Heart Dao Seed,” Fang Qing said doubtfully, looking at the words: “I don’t have this thing.”
“Wait, could it be you?”