Fang Qingyuan nodded, accepting her explanation. Not everyone’s body was the sa. An injury like Situ Jingyu’s would have taken him at least ten to fifteen days to recover from, but she only needed a day or two.
After Fang Qingyuan stored the pot and bowls in his storage bag and juiced a sweet honey and bamboo shoot drink for Jinbao, he shooed him aside.
After cleaning up, Fang Qingyuan took out a tea set and began brewing tea for himself and Situ Jingyu. As the aroma of the Profound Tier Middle Grade Mingxin Qingling Tea wafted through the air, Situ Jingyu couldn’t help but remark:
"Junior Brother, you’re living quite well. Is the Southern Border really this wealthy?"
The dicinal snake stew, the Hundred Flowers Brewed Wine, and now this Spirit Tea—it all made Situ Jingyu feel a sense of longing.
Fang Qingyuan just smiled at Situ Jingyu’s question, handing her the freshly brewed Spirit Tea.
"The Southern Border isn’t particularly wealthy. No matter where you are, so people live well and others struggle. I just happen to be one of those who live a little better."
Situ Jingyu wore a thoughtful expression as she listened to Fang Qingyuan. When she lowered her head to take a sip of the Mingxin Qingling Tea, her eyes instantly lit up. She said with delight:
"What is this Spirit Tea called? After drinking it, I feel a gentle warmth spreading through my eyes, as if they’re soaking in warm water."
"It’s Mingxin Qingling Tea. The Cultivator who sold it to said that if you drink enough of it, you’ll develop a Divine Technique in your eyes called ’Insightful Spirit Eyes.’ Unfortunately, I’ve been drinking it for years, and all I’ve noticed is that my vision has improved slightly. I haven’t sensed anything else."
"You probably just haven’t drunk enough of it. Junior Brother, where did you buy this? How many Spirit Stones is it? Can I get so too?"
Seeing how much Situ Jingyu seed to like it, Fang Qingyuan told her the truth:
"This tea is a Profound Tier Middle Grade Spiritual Object. It costs five hundred Spirit Stones for one tael, though you can get a discount if you buy more."
Situ Jingyu’s expression froze. She felt struck by another blow from Fang Qingyuan. But Fang Qingyuan didn’t want the silence to continue. His grand plan to upgrade his Fire Spirit Root had, over the past half a month, already raised its aptitude from the original twenty-two to the current twenty-seven.
An increase of five points to his Fire Spirit Root in half a month seed rapid, but he was still a long way from the Top-grade Spirit Root he was aiming for.
Furthermore, at least three of those five points ca from the two Foundation Establishnt Cultivators, the Head of Li Family and Zhao Erchang. Indeed, Fang Qingyuan had buried their corpses in the Immortal Mansion. As for the bodies of the three Wen Family brothers, Fang Qingyuan had soone take them to White Mountain to claim the bounties.
The three Wen Family brothers had committed countless evil deeds in White Mountain, and many sects had posted rewards for them. Fang Qingyuan had soone take the corpses around to collect them all. After making the rounds, he had earned at least four to five thousand Spirit Stones. While it might not seem like a lot, it was enough to cover the Yuanling Scripture Institute’s expenses for three years.
Now, after absorbing the remains of two Foundation Establishnt Cultivators, all of Fang Qingyuan’s Five Elents Spirit Roots had grown considerably. His Water Spirit Root, in particular, had improved the most dramatically.
This was because Fang Qingyuan’s original Water Spirit Root aptitude had been quite diocre, only at a Lower Grade of eighteen. Zhao Erchang, on the other hand, had been a Water Spirit Root Cultivator of no low quality—apparently possessing a Top-grade Spirit Root. In this way, Fang Qingyuan had really lucked out.
The Head of Li Family had a Wood Spirit Root, which also raised Fang Qingyuan’s Wood Spirit Root aptitude a bit. According to a test Fang Qingyuan conducted yesterday, his Five Elents Spirit Root aptitudes were now Gold Elent thirty-three, Wood Elent thirty-two, Earth Elent thirty-one, Fire Elent twenty-seven, and Water Elent twenty-four.
His Fire Spirit Root was just two points away from the critical threshold of twenty-nine. Fang Qingyuan estimated that if he absorbed the energy from the lava here for another month, he would reach his target. Then, he could go to the Immortal City Marketplace outside, buy a few third-tier Fire Attribute Spiritual Materials, and give it one last push. That way, his goal would be accomplished.
But Situ Jingyu was back now, and from the looks of it, she had suffered a major setback. ’Will she still give another month?’
So, Fang Qingyuan asked:
"Senior Sister Situ, why don’t we just find the cub of any random Foundation Establishnt Demon Beast? It looks like your trip wasn’t very successful."
Situ Jingyu blushed and explained:
"I was just careless this ti. I got beaten up by that Golden Core Violent Ape. But it’s no big deal. Next, I’ll go find that Fire-Bright Bird. The mother bird seems a bit more reasonable."
Provoked by Fang Qingyuan’s words, Situ Jingyu imdiately insisted she was fine. It seed the thirty Top-grade Spirit Stones Fang Qingyuan had promised were a very powerful incentive for her.
Fang Qingyuan was naturally delighted by her declaration. ’Looks like I can stall for another half a month. It would be best if this senior sister gets beaten up by that Golden Core Fire-Bright Bird, too. That would give an excuse to stay for yet another half a month.’
Situ Jingyu, of course, had no idea what Fang Qingyuan was really thinking. After a few more cups of Spirit Tea, she began to ditate and regulate her breathing right in front of him, taking no precautions whatsoever. She seed to trust him completely.
Of course, it was more likely that Situ Jingyu simply didn’t see him as a threat. She probably believed that even if he tried to pull sothing, he wouldn’t be able to beat her. In her eyes, he was probably just a worthless weakling she could kill with a single punch.
As Situ Jingyu began her breathing cycle, Fang Qingyuan felt the walls of his newly built cabin start to tremble. Her breaths were like those of a colossal deep-sea whale—slow, powerful, and carrying an imnse, staggering force.
Fang Qingyuan watched as Situ Jingyu circulated her energy. He had never seen how a Foundation Establishnt Body Cultivator practiced before. Since she wasn’t trying to hide it from him, he figured there was no harm in watching openly.
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