For them, using ready-made medicine was far better than directly using spiritual medicine.
And all these spiritual medicines were sent to Wang Sheng’s home.
When the spiritual medicine arrived this month, Wang Sheng was practicing his punches.
Punch techniques from the Yijin Scripture. Over the past couple of days, his Yijin Scripture had also gone through three breakthroughs.
With the surprises given by the Ba Duan Jin and the Five Elements Fist, he was very much looking forward to the outcome after the breakthrough.
As for the spiritual medicines—
Wang Sheng planted all of them. Perhaps because these were spiritual medicines to begin with, the planting skill did enhance their medicinal effect considerably, but it did not qualitatively change them.
He couldn’t be considered disappointed, as he was not short on cultivation resources.
The most crucial part was that, although he had obtained a medicinal recipe from Yue, and the village had collected a fair amount of spiritual medicines, there were still none that could complete a full prescription. After all, they were limited to one area and the varieties were not that diverse.
So the spiritual medicines just kept growing there, Wang Sheng treated them as ornamental plants.
Some spiritual medicines actually looked quite appealing.
At least they looked better than the ones he himself had grown.
Time relentlessly moved forward, and soon it was another New Year, maybe out of habit, they still celebrated it together.
This year was another steady one, nothing eventful happened, and after two years of development, every household was rather affluent, and everyone wore a smile.
However, this smile did not last long before it was erased by life’s harshness.
An old man in the village passed away.
No illness or calamity, just an ordinary old man reaching the end of his life, a peaceful death.
This old man was among the oldest group in the village, over 70 years old, which was considered quite long-lived in this society.
When he had first entered Qingshan Village two years ago, he seemed quite robust, still able to walk the mountain path into the village on his own, never showing any signs of weakness.
But then he suddenly fell.
This old man was also a relative of Li Yongfeng’s family, and thus related to Wang Sheng as well.
Upon receiving the news, Li Yongfeng traveled overnight to Lushui County to buy the appropriate burial clothes.
Normally, these burial garments would have been prepared in advance for an elderly person, but who could have predicted such a vigorous man would suddenly fall, almost no one could react in time.
Not even the old man’s family.
Moreover, in the village, these items were not easy to prepare, hence the delay.
Fortunately, Li Yongfeng, now a Third Grade Martial Artist, with impressive speed, barely managed to make it in time.
The person presiding over the funeral was hard to find initially, but eventually, Yue volunteered to handle it.
“You know how to do this?”
“Although I’m not expert in side skills, I have some understanding and have learned a bit about them.”
Having a Grandmaster Level figure preside over the funeral, naturally, the old man’s family was deeply honored.
The funeral went very smoothly, and after finding a geomantic spot, they buried him without issues.
Wang Sheng witnessed the entire process.
To speak of feelings, he actually didn’t have much.
As long as he wasn’t too reckless, he could live easily for another three to four hundred years, even if his strength did not improve further.
Yet he indeed gained a bit of understanding about the fragility of life.
He knew this old man, and just a couple of days ago, he had seen him strolling around.
It was unexpected that such a thing would happen so suddenly, collapsing in the blink of an eye.
Natural death and being killed were different.
By now, the number of people he had killed was not small, adding up to dozens.
When he killed those people, aside from some initial discomfort, it became much easier over time.
Every time he killed, he would think about whether he too could be easily killed if his strength wasn’t strong?
So he highly valued his own strength.
Only with strength could he ensure his safety, even though he didn’t go out much.
The old man’s death was a natural one, dying peacefully, but when he thought about it carefully, it was actually scarier than being killed.
Being killed by someone meant insufficient combat ability.
Dying of old age was an inevitable rule, the body’s functions declining, seemingly healthy, yet already reeking of twilight.
Perhaps heaven hadn’t set a time for death, but when it’s time to die, death is inevitable.
Wang Sheng was still very young. Even without cultivation, even just as an ordinary person, he was still young, and he knew these truths without much sense of crisis.
However, his inner drive for cultivation became even firmer.
Regardless of what others say about immortality being a curse, you haven’t experienced the elegance of any realm. Who knows what it’s like?
Look at those immortals in the myths, not one thinks immortality is a curse.
When he truly enjoys the so-called immortality, then he can call it a curse.
Moreover, he didn’t have anyone particularly close or irreplaceable.
“Think about it, my situation really is damn suited for cultivation!”
With a self-deprecating laugh, Wang Sheng continued his cultivation.
After the loss of the past, daily life still had to be lived, and the village returned to its usual state.
And not long after, Wang Sheng’s Yijin Scripture successfully broke through.
“Yijin Scripture: Breakthrough +3”
Yijin Scripture, a martial art that strengthens the body, allows for cleansing and transforming the marrow, of course, cleansing marrow also has its limits, no matter how much he broke through, the physical changes were no longer noticeable.
Most effects were still on enhancing the body.
However, enhancing the body was not a simple task. Nearly a week after cultivating the breakthrough in the Yijin Scripture three times, a new progress bar appeared.