[...Withered Grass Revives and sprouts anew. The regenerative aning contained within the new sprouts is yet another great secret dicine for advancing to Sequence Six]
"Oh?"
I really found it!
This ninth secret dicine is indeed related to the revival of withered grass!
"The previous secret dicine was obtained from cultivating a Sequence Eight Alchemist.
"This secret dicine was obtained by reviving a Sequence Six Immortal Grass.
"Why do all these secret dicines have a touch of charity?"
Bai Mo smiled, holding the copper plate, walked quickly back to sit behind the bronze table, and began reading carefully.
[The revival of withered grass is an ancient riddle. Countless ancient immortals spent their lives researching, only to be stuck at this step, ultimately unable to advance]
[Once, a disciple asked the Marquis, asking how she revived the withered grass and advanced to beco a Master of Communication?]
[The Marquis said, luck]
[The disciple cried]
Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.
"What is this supposed to an? Luck?
"If you’re lucky enough to revive withered grass, you advance?
"If you’re not lucky, you’re stuck for life until you die?
"The Ancient Immortal Dynasty’s stuff is really unreliable!"
He continued to read.
[Marquis Qing Yue, feeling the difficulty faced by the disciples, began researching the mystery of withered grass revival, staying day and night in the Withered Grass Garden, leaving behind two carts of docunts]
[War broke out, the Marquis was summoned to the battlefield]
[The two carts of docunts, the secret of revival, thus interrupted, difficult to continue]
[The disciples carved the two carts of docunts onto copper plates, sealed them in the Withered Grass Garden, waiting for the Marquis’ return...]
"Oh?
"So Marquis Qing Yue had researched this puzzle before, but halfway through the research, she went to war and never returned, leaving her research unfinished.
"The sayings of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, the Marquis should be Sequence Three?
"Not even a Sequence Three big shot could solve this?"
Bai Mo finished reading this copper plate and continued to read down.
The good news is that for the disciples of Sequence Seven to understand, Marquis Qing Yue specifically recorded her research using Sequence Seven’s script.
According to the copper plates, she first gathered past research, including so high-sequence ancient immortals like herself, who advanced by luck and then revisited this mystery of withered grass revival.
"Oh?"
Bai Mo continued to look, and sure enough...
"All the ancient immortals’ research was stuck?
"Not a single one understood it?"
Bai Mo continued to read, going through several copper plates.
"Marquis Qing Yue’s research was surprisingly the most advanced and closest to success?
"She likely wasn’t an ordinary Marquis back then either."
Bai Mo stood up, roughly flipping through the copper plates.
He saw in the pile of docunts, records of the materials Marquis Qing Yue collected, and her research ideas, along with the existing work.
"Very good!
"I will first follow her thought process, step by step."
The docunts recorded in Sequence Seven’s script ntioned many high-sequence Immortal Grasses... such as the Ghost Cry Tree, Dirty Heart Orange, and Cloud Cloth...
"Without this docuntation, I wouldn’t even know the nas of any high-sequence Immortal Grasses.
"Let’s first try and see if I can complete the path Marquis Qing Yue hadn’t finished."
...
Dark clouds shroud the sky, fierce winds howl.
At the foot of the mountain, remain the broken walls and ruins.
On the broken bronze pillar, there are carvings of numbed n and won; their legs bent like the base of a vase, their arms raised high like vase handles, and their mouths wide open facing the sky like the mouth of a vase.
Yes, this is at Bottle Mountain.
Not far away, there is a grass field covering dozens of acres.
n and won are indifferently toiling within.
So are tilling the soil, others catching insects, but all have vines and Xiaohua growing from their ears, their eyes vacant, like puppet zombies.
"This trick is actually quite effective.
"Planting flowers in their ears, none of them fear hardship or tire out, nor will they slack off."
At the ridge of the dicinal field, Poison Master Wang E stood, drinking the dicinal wine from his cup, smacking his lips, and sighed deeply.
Wang E turned to leave, climbing the mountain path to the grand hall among the mountains.
Inside, he saw the dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal nestled in the gigantic bronze chair within the spacious hall.
Wang E imdiately put on a smiling face.
"Master, everything is going smoothly over in the herb garden!
"Just now, a junior brother seed to be tired, so I poured so fertilizer into his mouth, and he was full of energy again, ready to work hard!
"Master, the flowers you planted in their ears are truly extraordinary!
"The fertilizer you concocted is also truly remarkable!
"To be honest, every ti I encounter your Immortal Techniques, it makes feel particularly uncomfortable inside!
"Having a master like you and such profound and mysterious Immortal Techniques inspires to look up to you like a towering mountain, and makes feel despair, as I will never be as amazing as you in this lifeti...
"Sigh!
"Actually, in the mortal world, I am considered outstanding too, but compared to you, I am really nothing..."
The dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal, true to his na, was skinny and shriveled, shrunk into the Bronze Chair, wearing a large robe and a huge hat, often reminding Wang E of the phrase "a monkey wearing a crown".
But Wang E still spoke with genuine emotion and enthusiasm, delivering complints like a machine gun!
Because he had long discovered that this Ancient Immortal enjoyed hearing flattery!
Sure enough, after five minutes of his exuberant complints, the Ancient Immortal waved his hand to interrupt him.
"Hey, where does all this flattery co from?
"As cultivators, we don’t care about these things.
"Especially , since cultivating immortality, I’ve been indifferent to desires and too lazy to listen to others’ praise or flattery.
"Good disciple, sit down, let’s continue the lesson.
"Last ti we talked about the second stage of the Fire Consciousness Soup..."
The Poison Master Wang E hurriedly sat cross-legged at the master’s feet, looking up attentively as if receiving a precious treasure!
As for the Ancient Immortal’s claim that he doesn’t like to listen to flattery, well, that’s just sothing to hear, not to be believed.
The other disciples in the at Bottle Mountain illusion all believed the Ancient Immortal’s nonsense at first, and now they all have flowers growing in their ears like zombies planting herbs.
He, Poison Master Wang E, discovered the trick on the second day he arrived. So every day, he lavished praise, complinting the Ancient Immortal three tis a day, each ti with a different angle, never repeating himself. That’s why he sits at the Ancient Immortal’s feet now, listening to his teachings.
Unknowingly, two hours passed.
Poison Master Wang E was feeling dizzy from listening.
He saw the Ancient Immortal extend a dry, monkey paw-like hand, patting his head.
Wang E suppressed his nausea, showing a moved expression, his eyes shimring with tears.
"Master, please don’t pat anymore!
"Your kindness towards your disciple always reminds of my late father...
"Of course, he certainly cannot be compared to you, as he’s miles inferior..."
In the midst of his overwhelming flattery, the Ancient Immortal sat in the Bronze Chair, looking delighted.
After another five minutes or so, the Ancient Immortal waved his hand, telling Wang E to pause.
"I’ve told you, we cultivators don’t value these things..."
Wang E quickly nodded.
"Your disciple just can’t help it, true feelings burst out from within!"
While Wang E was feigning obedience, two exhausted fellow disciples, acting as grandsons, carried a large stone slab into the hall, placing it beside the Ancient Immortal.
The Ancient Immortal casually glanced over the writing on the stone slab, then smirked, his smile carrying a trace of mockery.
Wang E lowered his head, his gaze shifting to the stone slab, seeing that the text seed like Sequence Seven language!
He imdiately thought for a mont.
"Your disciple looks at this stone slab like it’s the heavenly script!
"But with just one glance, Master can see through the content on the slab, this difference... sigh!"
The Ancient Immortal was very pleased, grinning as he said.
"This stone slab contains so clown’s stuff.
"To ascend from Sequence Seven to Sequence Six, there’s a hurdle that requires resurrecting withered grass.
"This stone slab records a clown’s futile attempt."
Wang E was surprised.
"Resurrecting withered grass? You were able to resurrect withered grass back then?"
The Ancient Immortal smiled awkwardly.
"I was also just lucky back then.
"But there’s no way. Even the Emperor managed it by luck at the ti.
"Anyone who wants to solve the mystery of Withered Grass Revives is either a fool or a clown."
Wang E snuck a glance, morizing the patterns on the stone slab in his mind.
All the while, his mouth continued with flattery.
"Hey, the Emperor can only barely compare to you!"
The Ancient Immortal grinned like a monkey that had grabbed a banana.
"Hehehehe, hahahaha, that’s not exactly true, not exactly true!"
The Ancient Immortal sighed with his teeth exposed.
"Damn, millions of years have passed, and all the high-sequence Immortal Grass are withered, dried up completely.
If there truly was a technique to revive withered grass, that would be great!"
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