Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 768

Times have changed, things and people have changed.

She had gotten along well with most of the disciples and managers of the Heart-Searching Pavilion, but after she was cursed, no one pleaded for her. If the people of Yancheng were so indifferent, she would not be so angry for herself.

Because I have lived in Yancheng for more than ten years, but I have not been living with people for more than ten years.

She had settled in Lanshui Town and had lived with people there for more than a decade. But when she was in trouble, she could not hear anyone plead for her except for Mr. and Mrs. Qi. The people who used to chat and laugh with her became strange and scary at that moment.

Now hearing that they had been brutally slaughtered in retaliation and had to be incorporated into the Tianji Sect and become slaves, she felt nothing.

There was nothing to be happy about. After all, he was not the one who did it, so he could not experience the joy of revenge. However, this news was indeed valuable, enough to cover the cost of medicine for three people, but it was still far from enough to make his two fellow disciples fully healed.

Mo Yunfei is not the kind of person who would take advantage of others. As a cultivator, who hasn't used elixirs?
Especially the kind of fast-acting healing medicine is extremely valuable. It is already a great bargain for him that a piece of information can be used to offset his own medicine expenses. The other party is willing to give the medicine to save the lives of his two fellow disciples for half a month, which is already a great kindness.

But this forest was extremely dangerous. Even without any injuries, they couldn't guarantee that they could leave safely, let alone they had to take two unconscious fellow disciples with them.

The journey back is dangerous and full of difficulties. There is a great possibility that these two fellow disciples will cause everyone to die in this forest.

But he couldn't bear to leave him alone. After all, they were from the same sect and were still young. It would be a pity to let them die in their first training. Unable to find more valuable information, Mo Yunfei thought about it and took out something from his ring:
"A-Sang, this is the red spirit grass I found in the south of Nirvana..."

Red Spirit Grass is an important medicinal plant used to refine Fire Spirit Pills. It is a must-have for cultivators with Fire Spirit Roots as it can quickly restore blood and re-condense flames.

Don't think it's common just because it's a daily necessity. These are all elixirs used by fire spirit cultivators to save themselves in times of crisis. Of course, there are also worthless ones, such as the red spirit grass that is more than ten years old, which is a supplement for fire spirit cultivators that is better than nothing.

Those under a hundred years old are considered precious and can also be used to build the foundation; those over two hundred years old are called treasures and can also be used for elixirs.

Those that are over 500 years old are called top-grade, and they also have quick effects on Nascent Soul.

"Five hundred year old red spirit grass?" Seeing the three herbs transplanted into the glass jar, Sang Yue raised an eyebrow and suddenly realized, "So it was you who...used the invisibility charm on these three herbs?"

Huh? Mo Yunfei stared at her in surprise, "You found out early?"

how come? !

He was using a high-level invisible talisman made by his master. Even a Yuanying cultivator could not see any trace of the talisman. How did she find out? Could it be that her cultivation had surpassed that of the Yuanying? !

If so, it is no wonder that she was able to suppress the erosion of the divine spell and is still alive and well.

"I can't say I found it," Sang Yue took the glass jar disapprovingly, "I live here, I know where the red spirit grass is..."

There were seven plants near that place that were over 500 years old, but she wiped them out. The remaining three were still a few years away from 500 years old, so they were left there to continue growing. She was not a greedy person, so she took all seven plants for herself.

There are still three plants left, so I just let it go and didn’t take any precautions.

Later, when I went to the south of Silence to collect herbs, I stopped by to take a look, but found that they had disappeared.

The place was overgrown with weeds, as if it had always been like this.

She felt strange at the time. You know, any cultivator with a little knowledge of alchemy knows that the difference in medicinal effect between five hundred year old Red Spirit Grass and four hundred and ninety-nine year old Red Spirit Grass is as different as the distance between heaven and earth.

It's just a few years away, can't you even afford to wait for this little bit of time?
Fortunately, she discovered it early, otherwise she would be furious. She is a cultivator with five spiritual roots, and the Fire Spirit Pill made from two hundred year old Red Spirit Grass is her daily medicine. There is no need to take the one that is more than five hundred years old now, it is too wasteful.

She transplanted three of the seven plants into the manor. Because there were no weeds near Chiling, she used the array to circle out a small lawn to plant them. As soon as they were planted, the green grass nearby withered.

Fortunately, the barrier of the formation plate separated them and prevented them from harming the grass in other places. So, when she saw the weeds growing in the place where the three red spirit grasses were, she realized that someone must have cast a spell here.

Cover up the traces of the 500-year-old Red Spirit Grass, and come back to pick it in a few years without having to wait here yourself.

Since she had dug seven plants first, Sang Yue didn't care who would get the three plants. But now Daoist Xiao Mo offered to pay for the money with medicinal plants, she couldn't just let it go.

A five-hundred-year-old red spirit grass is worth as much as the medicine for three people.

Taking a red spirit grass from him and returning his two lively fellow disciples, this wave is not a loss for me. While the three people were happily checking their injuries, Sang Yue happily held the red spirit grass that belonged to her and returned to the storeroom of the tree house.

She also planted it in a glass jar to nourish it, and would use it to make medicine when she had time tonight. There was no need to plant it. Apart from her own manor space, there was no place in the world where she could live safely and for a long time.

Planting it will only give others a benefit, so it is better to refine it into pills and carry it with you.

With her current level of cultivation, the five hundred year old Fire Spirit Pill would not only allow her to perform beyond her normal capabilities at critical moments, but using the fire spirit power more often would also help widen her tendons and veins and strengthen them, thus helping to improve her level of cultivation.

She has five spiritual roots, so her cultivation improves slowly, so it is necessary for her to take elixirs that nourish each spiritual root.

Seven plants are not too many, eight plants are not too few. The 500-year-old red spirit grass is hard to come by, and every one you get is a great blessing.

When she came out and saw that there were many more wounded people in the open space in front of the door, her face darkened and she began to feel sorry for her medicine… But then she thought of someone's Red Spirit Grass and glanced at Mo Yunfei who was busy bandaging the wound of his fellow disciple.

That's fine, as long as he is willing to do so, she doesn't care.

"Miss Asan," the senior sister heaved a sigh of relief when she saw her come out, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, then looked at the injured behind her, "Several of my fellow practitioners have also been poisoned by the same poison and snake venom as my junior brother, do you have any antidote?"

"Do you have money?" This is all Sang Yue cared about.

Female cultivator: “…”

It was a pity that she was penniless. She blamed herself for only focusing on cultivation and forgetting that money was necessary to pave the way in the world. Just now, she was even mortgaged here, so how could she have extra value to ask fellow disciples and fellow practitioners for the antidote?

But it doesn't matter. She doesn't have it, but these injured people should have it. She decisively turned around and directed the fellow disciples who were moving freely:
"Brother Mo, you guys, quickly search these people to see if they have any spiritual stones, spiritual medicine, etc., and give them all to pay for the medicine!"

It's not her who is hurt, so why should she worry about it?

Everyone present was stunned, especially Mo Yunfei who was worried that his Red Spirit Grass would be in danger. When he heard this, his eyes immediately lit up and he responded crisply:

"Okay senior sister!"

As long as his own Red Spirit Grass could be kept, it didn't matter whose money he spent. Soon, several screams were heard one after another:

"No! I don't have it, no need to search!"

"This is the beast blood that I lost half my life to collect! If you dare to touch it, Mo, I will fight you to the death!"

The originally quiet scene, with only the groans of pain from the wounded, suddenly became abuzz.