With this circulation, the True Qi seed to be tempered, and the previously violent Power of Thunder beca much more docile and more condensed.
The True Qi wandered through his body, and a tingling sensation arose in his mind.
"Hmm..."
Fang Zheng raised his head, letting out a moan.
After a mont.
"It can increase the cultivation speed by about ten percent, and more importantly, after the True Qi circulates within the Acupoint Opening Pearl, it becos easier to control."
"It’s a pity!"
"One can only use it for one incense stick’s ti in a day for cultivation; any longer, and it becos useless."
"This item is greatly beneficial for a Minor Circulation Martial Artist, but for a Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist, it is better than nothing. I’ve co to master it a bit late."
He took out the Acupoint Opening Pearl and wiped it clean, placing it into a box beside him. Fang Zheng once again took out a book and began to read it carefully under the lamp.
This book ca from that ’Wild Doctor.’
The Wild Doctor’s surna was Zhang, and his na was Wangqiu. He was originally a scholar with a slight understanding of dicine and was favored by Elder Huang, who accepted him as a disciple.
He also inherited dical skills.
It was relying on these dical skills that Zhang Wangqiu managed to survive.
"Hundred Ginseng Scripture"
This was the dical book passed down by Elder Huang.
The contents of this book were vastly different from the common dical theories and techniques often heard of in the market, with its thods for processing herbs being unprecedented.
It is said,
its origins are quite remarkable.
However, the prescriptions within are not for the average person.
This is because most of the herbs in this scripture have been refined and dissolved, like the most crucial Ginseng Essence, which requires over ten pounds of ginseng to refine a single drop.
Moreover.
The average person’s Qi and Blood are not strong enough, and only a martial artist who has cultivated True Qi can withstand the dicinal power of Ginseng Essence.
The essence of ginseng is Ginseng Essence.
After the five tals are refined, they beco Iron Essence, which is also a material for crafting Magical Artifacts.
Could it be...
This dical book was passed down by a Cultivator?
Ginseng is a great tonic and naturally not cheap.
Historically, ginseng is bought and sold per plant, not per pound, let alone a drop of Ginseng Essence requiring ten pounds of ginseng; who could afford it?
"Fortunately, there is no requirent for the age of the ginseng, as long as it is ginseng. Otherwise, even the Wang Family wouldn’t be able to produce several drops of Ginseng Essence."
"Heh..."
Fang Zheng rested his chin on his hand, seemingly in deep thought:
"What Ginseng Essence needs is the essence of ginseng, not its age, so as long as it’s ginseng, even those cultivated artificially should work."
In modern society, ginseng can already be cultivated artificially, and with large output, ginseng has beco less valuable, especially those of lower age being sold per pound.
If possible...
Could he drink as much Ginseng Essence Treasure Protection Soup as he wants?
Besides the "Crane Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill" and the "Hundred Ginseng Scripture," there was another book, "Undying True Skill," an unexpected delight.
This skill does not help increase cultivation base or strength, but it has the effect of prolonging life and even can lock the life force to prevent Essence from dissipating.
If Essence doesn’t dissipate,
one can beco ageless and immortal!
That’s why it’s called the Undying True Skill.
Of course.
Theoretically, it can only slow down the dissipation of Essence, not truly achieve agelessness and immortality, which is already rare.
Grandmaster Wang managed to endure for eight years, with Ginseng Essence prolonging his life, and another big reason... is cultivating the Undying True Skill.
"The technique of feigned death?"
As he turned to the end, a Secret Technique caught his eye, and Fang Zheng chuckled lightly.
"It’s a pity, I’m still young and vigorous now, so I don’t need this skill for the mont. I might cultivate it when I get older to live a few more years."
"This trip was worthwhile; silver, treasures, cultivation techniques were greatly fruitful. Indeed, raiding a family and exterminating households led to great wealth; how long would it have taken to acquire these through painstaking accumulation?"
"Hmm?"
With a slight raising of his eyebrows, he turned his head towards the door:
"What’s happening?"
"Master."
Old Liu, who stood by the gate, rushed over from the front yard, too rushed to catch his breath, and reported with a look of panic:
"The South Dam has collapsed!"
"Collapsed?"
Fang Zheng was taken aback:
"So soon?"
He had thought the South Dam might collapse, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon, right after sothing happened to the Wang Family. The timing was too coincidental.
Could it be...
soone did it intentionally?
"Never mind!"
Shaking his head, he asked:
"Who brought the news?"
"Tenant farrs from Zhou Family Village." Old Liu lowered his head and asked:
"Master, these tenants fled here to seek refuge; how should we accommodate them?"
"The textile factory and kiln factory can still take in so people. Let them go there for now. Without grain this year, working can still feed their families." Fang Zheng had anticipated this and put away the book as he spoke leisurely:
"With the flood approaching, Zhaonan Prefecture may experience unrest again. Those who can go to the mountain should go. Cien Temple on Dingseng Mountain has experts to protect them, ensuring they’ll survive; we’ll discuss next year when the ti cos."
"Yes."
Old Liu agreed, with a tone carrying a sense of gratitude:
"Being able to beco the master’s tenants is indeed a blessing accumulated over several lifetis, not having to pay grain during disasters, and the master also provides a way out."
"If it were any other master..."
"Oh!"
"What’s the use of all these sentints?" Fang Zheng chuckled softly, stood up, and said:
"I’m going out for a bit; have Wu Hai oversee the arrangents."
"Yes."
Old Liu lowered his head.
As for what Fang Zheng was going to do so late at night, he dared not ask.
......
"Daoist Zhang."
Two governntal officials knocked on the gate of the Three Purities Temple:
"The Governor sent us to inquire about the South Dam issue. You were the first to discover a problem with the dam; please co with us."
"Yes."
Zhang Mingrui was awakened from his sleep, groggily said:
"Please wait a mont while I make so arrangents."
"No need for such trouble." One of the officials shook his head:
"It’s just a few words and you’ll return shortly."
"Yes."
Zhang Mingrui responded:
"I’ll change my clothes. After all, it’s to et the official, and being poorly dressed would be disrespectful."
"Alright, alright." The official waved impatiently:
"Hurry up. If the official has to wait long, that’s the true disrespect."
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