Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 217 - 200 Medicines, Part 2

Just as they finished tidying up, Chui Xi arrived.

Soon, a new day of alchemy lessons began once more.

Zhang Rongfang also put aside the matters of Yunwu Manor. With his current strength, he had no influence over the major affairs of the Eastern Sect of the Golden Wing Pavilion.

So, even though Ye Bai and the Celestial Maiden treated him fairly well, he was powerless to do anything now.

Instead of thinking about those matters, it was better to quickly improve himself. With strength, you can do whatever you want.

First, refine pills, then find martial arts that enhance absorption abilities, and improve diet.

He couldn’t believe there was no way to increase the speed of attribute point increment.

After witnessing the true power of Spiritual Veins, Zhang Rongfang felt a huge sense of crisis in his heart.

He also finally understood why his master Chongxuan looked down on martial arts so much.

Time slowly passed.

While Zhang Rongfang focused on cultivating both literature and martial arts and improving his alchemy skills, stormy winds gathered outside the Celestial Treasure Palace.

The forces led by the Eastern and Western Sects erupted in several large-scale battles.

But each time ended with a disastrous defeat for the Eastern Sect.

Moreover, an increasing number of Spiritual Guards in the Western Sect also showed that their secret support was growing.

It’s important to know that, previously, practicing secret religions was illegal.

In the entire Great Spirit, all god worship was restricted.

All registered sects were allowed god worship, but the limitations on number and rank were extremely large.

Not to mention, every act of worship required consuming a lot of resources and accumulation.

After all, such statues of gods were not obtained freely.

The struggle between the two major forces grew increasingly intense with time.

The number of casualties and involved innocents increased as well.

Many severely injured sought medicine at the Celestial Treasure Palace’s pill hall.

Thus, besides cultivating and learning alchemy, Zhang Rongfang also started following Qingyou to treat the wounded seeking medicine.

As expected, the medicine Qingyou recommended, though based on extremely niche and obscure ancient formulas, proved to be truly effective.

After continuously taking it for over half a month, Zhang Rongfang noticeably felt his appetite growing, his hunger quickly escalating, and his food intake increasing.

Originally, his martial arts training meant his food intake was high, about three times that of an average person.

Now, after taking this routine medicine, his digestive system enhanced further, increasing absorption speed.

One meal rose to four to five times that of an average person.

The effects were indeed apparent.

In half a month’s time, initially, he only saw one point every ten days.

But as the medication continued, with gradually increasing appetite, the second attribute point appeared on Zhang Rongfang’s ninth day.

Though the increase was slow, the medicine indeed worked.

This proved the efficacy of the routine medicine.

However, as the medication continued, Zhang Rongfang clearly felt his intestines warming up, often feeling heavy-bodied.

This seemed to be due to the accumulation of drug toxins.

Thus, he decisively stopped the medication and began researching another prescription: Guanyang Pill.

This time, he didn’t allocate the newly gained two attribute points to alchemy, as his master-level alchemy skills were sufficient.

Next, he considered enhancing the Spirit Gathering Talisman, mastering new Limit-Breaking Skills, and finally forming the Extreme State unique to the Great Dao Teaching.

After several more days, Zhang Rongfang successfully replicated the Guanyang Pill.

But this time, after continuous use for half a month.

He was somewhat disappointed that the Guanyang Pill’s side effects were greater than he had imagined.

After taking it, not only did it fail to accelerate the accumulation of attribute points, but due to bodily imbalance of yin and yang, it instead delayed and affected the body, slowing attribute accumulation.

After taking the Guanyang Pill, it took him twelve whole days to gain the first attribute point.

It was evident that the body’s original yin-yang balance also greatly impacted the accumulation of attribute points.

Guanyang Pill was even less effective than his usual blood-supplementing medicine.

As a result, Zhang Rongfang’s continuous attempts with two medications confirmed that the routine medicine was useful.

But continuous medication was required; once treatment stopped, the effects ceased, and it also accumulated drug toxins.

Thus, in a way, it was somewhat a loss rather than gain.

Consequently, Zhang Rongfang’s endeavor to utilize alchemy for accelerating attribute point accumulation completely concluded.

Fortunately, alchemy wasn’t a wasted effort; at least concocting poisons and high-grade healing medicine wasn’t a problem.

Furthermore, he now had considerable recognition ability regarding many medicines, able to promptly identify most market toxins and remedies, then address them accordingly.

No longer like before, relying solely on fluctuations in life value to judge medicinal toxicity.

Apart from these, the most crucial thing was that his attribute points finally reached four.

He could finally enhance the Spirit Gathering Talisman and step into the true Super Grade of the Great Dao Teaching.

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Great Capital, Hunt Swallow Tower.

A layer by layer of countless white silk accompanied the breeze, fluttering and striking bronze bells, producing crisp sounds.

The Hunt Swallow Tower was adorned all over with copper-colored bronze bells in varying sizes.

Its golden splendor tower body seemed like a solitary golden lighthouse rising in the heart of the Great Capital.

The tower consisted of nine layers, the ninth layer once filled with glazed Buddha statues, was the top round chamber representing the great radiant enlightenment shining upon the world.

Click.

The hall doors softly creaked, as the circular door covered in lock patterns slowly slid open to both sides.

Two figures in white garments slowly stepped in.

One wore a white dress reaching the floor, with a golden belt around the waist.

The other had loose long hair and a stiff expression.

"It’s been a while since I’ve been here," Ye Bai walked to the window, opened it, and looked out.

"From here, you can see the entire Great Capital, even the palace, you can see most of it."

"Since the Sect Leader fell ill, we’ve come here less," Tong Zhang walked over and stood alongside her. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Indeed... In the past, the five of us... sworn an oath to Buddha here. Unfortunately, of those vows then, how many still remember now," Ye Bai said lightly.

Tong Zhang didn’t respond, she just gently touched her own face.

Her face, unlike Ye Bai’s mask, was truly rigid.

But it wasn’t born rigid; back then, to avoid the fate of becoming Ming Fei, she applied a kind of poison, completely preventing her face from showing any larger expressions.

Apart from her eyes and mouth, the muscles in every other place were completely rigid, losing the ability to move.

If it weren’t for her astonishing martial arts mastery and extremely vigorous Qi and Blood, an ordinary person’s facial muscles would have long since necrotized.

"Those who remember are already gone. What’s left...." Tong Zhang whispered, but didn’t finish.

"Wei Feng is dead, Master Qianxin is severely injured, I sent people, but they couldn’t find his trace," Ye Bai said.

"Wandering Sword and Zheng Qiu’Er are together, they are trapped in Mingxin Temple by experts of the Celestial Lock Teaching," Tong Zhang replied.

"Is there still no news about the Sect Leader?" Ye Bai asked, with a final glimmer of hope in his voice.

"I went to see him." Tong Zhang said.

She didn’t continue the conversation but just shook her head.

Indeed, if there was hope, how could the situation have deteriorated to this extent.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

They just stood at the top floor, overlooking the entire Great Capital.

This Great Glorious Glazed Tower belonging to the Eastern Sect would soon be occupied by the Western Sect.

Perhaps this was their last time stepping foot on this level.

"I plan to take the medicine today," Tong Zhang spoke.

"....." Ye Bai didn’t respond, her hand unconsciously clenched tight.

She knew that Tong Zhang was different from her.

"After I leave, all my belongings, everything, will be entrusted to those three seeds."

Tong Zhang continued.

She gently extended her hand, in her palm lay three pale golden rings, resembling bands.

"These are the three rings on me, as tokens they can open that place."

She handed the three rings to Ye Bai.

Under the sunlight, those three rings shone with a faint yet dazzling golden hue.

"I trouble you.

Only you... won’t die."

It was the secret treasury she left behind.

Inside were countless wealth, resources, treasures, and secrets she had accumulated.

And most importantly, research on how to restrain spiritualized beings.

Regrettably, if only she had more time, perhaps she could’ve clarified more... perhaps in the future, there would be hope to develop weapons and medicine to counteract Spiritual Veins.

But now, there was no time.

"You won’t die!" Ye Bai grabbed her hand tightly. Holding it tightly, her knuckles turned white.

Tong Zhang merely smiled, allowing her hand to be held.

Her gaze shifted to the bright and vibrant Great Capital outside in the sunlight.

"This world.

Belongs to them, belongs to the Spirit Court, belongs to the Daoist Sect, belongs to outside teachings, belongs to you all."

"But not to me."

She recalled many years ago, her past self.

Her family was long gone, severed roots.

Friends died in the disaster caused by the Western Sect, leaving only her.

Coming alone, leaving alone.

So cycle on, no one knows, no one remembers.

Even Ye Bai... decades from now, perhaps she would only be a faint mark in Ye Bai’s memory.

"For someone like me, what else can I do besides staking everything?"

Tong Zhang said softly, breaking away from Ye Bai’s hand.

"I have nothing...."

"You?!" Ye Bai reached to grab her hand, but caught only air.

She really wanted to say something, but she knew, with Tong Zhang’s character, even if she heard it, she would only smile it off.

"Unattainable.... unattainable...." Tong Zhang whispered. "I wasn’t able to attain it... what is there to fear?"

Her palm slid, producing a round black metal ball from her sleeve pouch.

The surface of the sphere was engraved with densely packed rice-sized lock text.

Gently opening the metal ball, inside was a sky-blue pill the size of a soybean.

The pill was like a blue gemstone, crystal clear and stunning.

"Emperor Flow Pill....."

Swoosh.

Tong Zhang didn’t hesitate at all and poured it entirely into her mouth, swallowing it down.

The cold pill slid down her esophagus all the way.

From the top of the tower, looking down below, she could vaguely feel multiple hidden and sharp gazes converging on her from all directions.

Those were the enemies staring at her.

But she didn’t care.

From the moment she was saved back then.

She spent her life fighting for the Sect Leader’s ideals.

She had no family, and she didn’t consider the Sect Leader her family.

She was just repaying a favor.

A favor she owed, a past kindness.

’Yes... after this... it’s paid off... the last time....’

All she ever wanted was to find someone who loved her, have a child who loved her, find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and live an ordinary life.

But her life, from the moment she was captured by the Western Sect, completely shifted direction.

In one’s life, if the direction is wrong, no matter how hard you try, you can only move further and further away.