Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 305 - 249: Old Medicine

Ginseng King...

No, it’s actually the old monster Luo Yuqi.

Han Yu had almost forgotten about this guy.

After initially setting him up, he was on edge for a while, but couldn’t resist his own rapid rise in power.

Later on, he learned from that little girl Nansheng that the Eight Great Sects had brought Luo Yuqi to his doom, forcing him to an early release.

But this guy didn’t actually die?

The eight old men drank his bathwater for more than half a month and did all sorts of unspeakable things, yet after being unsealed, how did he not get silenced?

In fact, he did almost get silenced. At that time, a group of enraged old men joined forces to seriously injure him, then the Great Elder chased him all the way, and he was eventually blasted into the Sea Domain.

Under such circumstances, it’s truly difficult for anyone else to survive.

"Fortune favors fools," as they say, and as a pharmacist, and a top one at that, he managed to cling to life with pills, barely making it back to Celestial City Peak.

It wasn’t just him in the sky; three other figures followed him.

Strangely, as the four of them reached Han Yu’s position, they stopped and began hovering around.

Have I been discovered?

Han Yu mused to himself.

"It probably isn’t that; with your grudge against him, if he had found you, he would’ve come down immediately to fight you,"

Artifact Spirit said with a smile.

Not looking for me? Then who are they looking for?

The hovering figures above came and went for a while before eventually landing one by one. Han Yu quickly retreated farther down; as long as his presence wasn’t locked onto, they would have a hard time finding him.

Once Luo Yuqi landed, his aged face twisted with gloom.

When the others came down with him, they looked around for a moment and grew somewhat uninterested.

"Fourth Brother, are you sure you weren’t duped?"

One of them wore a plain wide robe, his face full of ruddy health. Judging by his appearance, he seemed no more than forty. But below his neck and even on his hands, he was alarmingly aged, with sparse white hair. He spoke lazily, lacking enthusiasm.

The other three didn’t speak, but their eyes showed the same skeptical gaze.

Luo Yuqi felt a spasm of irritation in his heart but waved his hand and said decisively.

"It can’t be. I didn’t hear this from anyone else; it was my own deduction."

"No one can fool me!"

But even as he said the final sentence, his voice lacked strength, for a face loomed large in his mind—a face that made him grit his teeth in hatred, the one who trapped him for over half a month and left him bitterly suffering.

"You’re not joking, are you? Based on just a hunch, you dragged us around with you,"

The second man wore black, his hair slick and black, but his face was wrinkled, bunched like folds, and he sounded somewhat annoyed.

The third man, clad in flowing white, had an unremarkable face, but his physique was peculiar, standing only five feet tall, yet with arms longer than others.

He spoke coldly, "I only got interested because you said there was a Jade Dew Buddha Palm Fruit King here. If you’re just joking, I’ll head back to Celestial City Peak to tend my herbs."

Luo Yuqi panicked and hurriedly intervened.

"Though it’s just a deduction, it can’t be wrong. Every year in the East Sea Realm, a small quantity of Jade Dew Buddha Hand Fruit is sold. It must mean someone is cultivating them on a large scale, or there’s a natural Jade Dew Buddha Palm Garden."

"Otherwise, it’s impossible to have a consistent yield each year."

As pharmacists, they weren’t unfamiliar with cultivating Spirit Medicine, and continuous supply usually hinted at large-scale cultivation.

"So you can confirm that there’s old medicine... a Jade Dew Buddha Palm Fruit King here."

The first man still held a skeptical attitude, struggling with his words.

Initially, he wanted to say "old medicine," which is a term used among pharmacists for those Spirit Medicines that have aged to a certain extent and have stronger effects. But the Cultivator Realm’s laymen had, for some reason, preferred to add "King" as a suffix to such things.

In response to his skepticism, Luo Yuqi acted directly. He took out two Spirit Fruits from his pocket, each the size of a goose egg, pure white and bright.

"These two, one was bought outside the East Sea, and the other was bought here in the East Sea. Examine them carefully."

After taking them in hand and fiddling with them, the observers showed surprise in their eyes.

Indeed, the two Spirit Fruits were significantly different in medicinal properties—one was ordinary, while the other had much stronger medicinal qualities, more than double.

This indeed confirmed Luo Yuqi’s hypothesis. Without the existence of old medicine, it would be impossible for a fruit to have such potent medicinal properties.

Luo Yuqi continued to speak, "I’ve already tracked it down; the original source of these Spirit Fruits comes from Sea Stone City, so naturally, the Spirit Fruits can only be produced in its vicinity."

And conveniently, this area was most suitable for cultivating Spirit Plants. Searching here wouldn’t be a mistake.

"As long as you help me search for it, I just want the branches for medicine. You can take the root stock back to transplant, and I won’t take a share,"

Luo Yuqi said with a pleasant tone, though he felt the sting of loss inside. In normal circumstances, having such information, he’d sneak off to find it alone, never considering sharing with others.

Especially in such a way that clearly left him in a disadvantageous position.

But he couldn’t wait any longer.

At first, I was injured by those old guys from the Eight Great Sects, and later severely wounded by the Great Elder of the Unparalleled Tower. Although I barely dragged myself back to survive, my injuries were too severe, and my origin was critically damaged. I saved my life, but my realm fell.

Luo Yuqi’s current situation is somewhat similar to Gao Feng. However, while Gao Feng’s heart meridians were damaged due to exhausting efforts, falling from the Realm of Transcendence to Great Perfection, Luo Yuqi fell from Transcendence due to a severe injury to his origin.

This is the reason for his inner anxiety; such injuries cannot be delayed. The longer it drags on, the smaller the chance of recovery.

The fruit of the Jade Dew Buddha Hand can heal both internal and external wounds of a cultivator; its roots, stems, and branches are excellent for medicine-refining.

However, ordinary Jade Dew Buddha Hand is already ineffective for him; only the aged branches as the main medicine will help.

But such things are not common, and finding them is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The Nine Sects might have it, but he dared not go. He feared that exposing himself would cause those old ghosts to act again and silence him once more.

It took nearly a month of searching to acquire the current fruit, and after further speculation and searching, it was finally located in this area.

For this aged medicine, Luo Yuqi was determined to obtain it, but feared something might go wrong midway, so he painfully invited the top three of the Eight Madmen of Celestial City Peak to help.

The first, Miao Zuesen, was most obsessed with medicine-refining and excelled in cultivating spirit medicine. The allure of an aged medicine was sufficient for him.

The second, Qu Buzhi, loved to play with unorthodox methods. An aged medicine could create many different formulas, which he could not refuse.

The third, Wang Ruhai, was deeply interested in improving spirit medicines, creating countless unusual spirit plants, albeit very few dared to use them.

This was because his improved spirit medicines either contained a bit of toxicity on the original properties or their toxicity greatly exceeded their medicinal effects.

As time passed, the number of medicinal plants in his garden increased, and he probably couldn’t remember the characteristics of each plant. Using his medicines for pill refining was no different from courting death.

He desired the aged medicine, likely to add another spirit plant spirit to his strange improvement record.

Let them handle how to divide it; Luo Yuqi only needed to smoothly find the aged medicine and take the branches.

"Then search again."

With Luo Yuqi’s assurance, Miao Zuesen was full of motivation and took to the sky without further ado.

Qu Buzhi glanced at Luo Yuqi and suddenly smiled, "Old Fourth, I have an unorthodox method suitable for you. Once we find the aged medicine, let me refine it, and I guarantee you’ll be healed."

Luo Yuqi didn’t even think before flying up. Were it not for still needing the other party, he would probably have cursed.

This guy’s so-called unorthodox method was just to use him as an experiment, and it was almost certainly his own invention. The aged medicine was hard to find and absolutely couldn’t be used for his experiments.

Watching the four of them fly away, Han Yu slowly emerged.

Just then underground, the Artifact Spirit relayed the conversations among the few, so even while hiding below, he knew what was happening above.

"The old monster is seriously wounded?"

He was a bit surprised, and after pondering for a moment, seemed to guess a bit.

The Elders of the Eight Families did those things; how could they let him go? It’s likely the injuries came from that time.

No wonder he hadn’t come to cause trouble.

But what is the Jade Dew Buddha Hand they are looking for?

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Small village.

Qing Wan stepped out of her house with a cold expression. The villagers she encountered occasionally greeted her, and she nodded back in response.

"Qing Wan, are you going into the mountains again?"

Particularly, a few young men at the dawn of love became shy at the sight of her but mustered the courage to approach and talk.

"Qing Wan, can I accompany you?"

"I want to go too, I... I need to see my father, it’s on the way."

"Me too."

Their chatter was incessant, but Qing Wan, in no mood, refused outright, "No, I can go by myself."

Saying this, she no longer paid attention to them and proceeded decisively towards the east.

The village had a narrow path, winding and twisting, with green moss beginning to grow on the stone steps beneath her feet. After walking for a while, a small bridge overarched between the village and the valley.

Upon crossing the bridge, numerous strong men could be seen laboring in the mountains, albeit in some peculiar manner.

For instance, one person was controlling a hoe, carving channels in a terraced field.

Another was, as if controlling a Flying Sword, maneuvering a plow across the mountain slopes, turning up patches of earth.

Still, another was flying in the air on a dustpan, scattering seeds...

Qing Wan continued on, soon reaching a cave within the mountain.

Inside, the environment was deep and mysterious. The stalactites on the roof formed odd shapes, while the dripping water echoed like rainfall. The walls on either side glowed faintly, casting a bluish hue.

Before long, a small pool appeared before her. Surrounding the pool was a peculiar array of plants, with thick roots like vines and stems shaped like wrists, splitting into five branches.

From afar, they resembled an open palm, seemingly holding something in mid-air. At its center, a green bud was nurturing a white fruit.