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Chapter 297 Is it possible that collecting the Emperor's Dew on New Year's Eve is a mistake?

Hearing Feng Xue ask this question, Aunt Bai also became interested. Although she couldn't see the specific background, she could tell a lot from any part of Feng Xue, and she was obviously not simple.

She couldn't help but feel a little challenged that such a junior would ask her questions.

However, to save face for her senior, she responded in a seemingly joking and playful tone:

"Go ahead, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to answer."

Hearing the senior's tone of trying to sound young, Feng Xue couldn't help but inwardly criticize him, but still chose to ask directly:

What would happen if a person got the Emperor's Dew?

"Why are you asking this? There are still sixteen years until the next Gengshen year!" Aunt Bai was speechless upon hearing this question, but still answered:
"If I had to say, it wouldn't do much. The main function of the Emperor's Dew is to enhance intelligence. Humans are born with intelligence, so getting it won't bring about any qualitative changes. At most, it might slightly increase lifespan. However, in medical terms, it has the effects of calming the mind and absorbing energy. A thousand years ago, some major sects of body cultivation only accepted a new batch of disciples every sixty years, all for the purpose of guiding their disciples into meditation for the first time on the night of Gengshen in the Gengshen year. They used the effects of the Emperor's Dew to calm their minds and balance their yang energy. But that thing only comes once every sixty years, so it's obviously unrealistic to rely on it to assist in cultivation."

"Is that so?" Feng Xue nodded, a thoughtful look on her face. She had just asked Xiao Lingdang to organize the technique to enhance Yang energy. If it were combined with the effect of Emperor's Dew, would she no longer need to worry about issues like excessive Yang?

Seeing Feng Xue's expression, Aunt Bai couldn't help but become curious. She had initially thought it was just a casual question, but judging from her serious demeanor, she clearly cared a lot about it!

"Could it be some special cultivation technique that requires Emperor's Dew as a catalyst? Come to think of it, he seems to worship the moon, so it's not surprising he might have such a need." Aunt Bai thought to herself, but mindful of not prying into other people's cultivation techniques, she suppressed her curiosity and only reminded them:

"There are still fifteen years until the next Gengshen year. I advise you not to be too attached. Once you become attached, your tribulation will come."

"Thank you for reminding me. I don't have any urgent need for it. It's just that I accidentally collected a drop of Emperor's Essence last night and I don't know how to use it."

Feng Xue had finished her practice and exhaled a breath of stale air. She spoke shyly, and Aunt Bai, initially not understanding, simply nodded, not intending to say anything more. But after processing Feng Xue's words in her mind, her eyes suddenly widened in disbelief:

"Boy, do you want to listen to what you just said? You collected a drop of Emperor's Essence on the nights between New Year's Eve of the Jia Chen year and New Year's Day of the Yi Si year?"

Perhaps due to her shock, Aunt Bai's voice even cracked slightly, but Feng Xue maintained her matter-of-fact expression and nodded, saying:

"Yup!"

"..." Aunt Bai felt that the amount of information was a bit too much, so she pinched the bridge of her nose and then said:
"How old are you? Have you ever seen the Emperor's Dew? That stuff isn't just about compressing ordinary moonlight."

“My husband checked it and said it was the same food she ate back then,” Feng Xue said with a smile. Aunt Bai was speechless for a moment, but out of curiosity, she couldn’t help but ask:
"Um, would it be alright if I could take a look?"

"You're too kind, senior." Seeing that someone had taken the bait, Feng Xue immediately turned around and gestured for them to enter, leading this senior, who had lived for thousands of years, into her home.

"You're back..." Liu Yunxi turned to greet her upon hearing the noise, but paused mid-sentence, staring at Aunt Bai with a subtle expression. Aunt Bai, seeing Liu Yunxi, was also slightly taken aback. A clash between her biological instincts and the confidence afforded by her cultivation level forced her to maintain her composure, but inwardly she thought:

"So your husband really is a monster who has eaten the Emperor's Dew?"

Feng Xue didn't care much about what Aunt Bai was thinking. She simply walked to the statue of Su'e Huiye and pointed to the drop of imperial essence that he had sealed with his magic, saying:

"Senior, look, this is it."

"It really is imperial fluid?" Aunt Bai was shocked. Actually, even if it wasn't the Gengshen year, as long as it was the fifteenth of July, or even the fifteenth or sixteenth of any month, she could barely understand it. But last night was Lunar New Year's Eve! On Lunar New Year's Eve, the moon was still just a thin line! Where did imperial fluid come from? It should at least be a full moon night, right?

"I collected it by accident; I almost mistook it for ordinary moonlight," Feng Xue said casually, while Aunt Bai looked quite envious.
"You'd only be using this to feed ghosts at best; it might not be as effective as offering incense. Why don't you give it to me? Name your price! I'll accept either your wishes or resources."

Seeing Aunt Bai's unabashed enthusiasm, Feng Xue was speechless. Wasn't she afraid that she would raise the price on the spot?

But thinking about it carefully, it seems there's really nothing to be afraid of. After all, while the Emperor's Dew is indeed precious, it's certainly not priceless. It only comes around once every sixty years, and in large quantities; it's just not easy to store.

Moreover, it's truly a case of Heaven having eyes and the underworld knowing; those who overcharge are only diminishing their own good fortune.

After considering his current needs and gaps, he realized that he had no shortage of spells. Not to mention the ones Little Bell had exhaustively listed, the ones he had just retrieved from the game world were enough for him.

As for resources, he didn't think any resources could be more cost-effective than the nano-units from the previous civilization. He hadn't even finished his bag of fish cakes yet, and once he finished them, he would be going to the Sea World to retrieve that bitch, so there was no need to exchange them.

As for money and willpower, those are even more plentiful...

Feng Xue pondered for a moment, until Aunt Bai began to feel uncertain, before he finally said:
"I need a batch of martial arts cultivation techniques, the more variety and the better. You can decide how much this Emperor's Essence is worth and give me whatever you think is fair."

"Martial arts cultivator? You want that thing?" Aunt Bai was a little surprised by Feng Xue's request, but after thinking about it, she realized that collecting such things was indeed quite troublesome. Unlike the open source of cultivation for cultivators, martial arts cultivators do not cultivate their souls, so even a slight disturbance can lead to the loss of a batch of inheritances. This is also a major factor in the decline of martial arts cultivation in this world.

Of course, martial arts practitioners are also aware of this. Many sects will leave a copy of their inheritance to a trusted mystical cultivation sect, so that in case of any unexpected events, the inheritance can be guaranteed to continue.

If you're asking whether this stuff is passed on to outsiders, then it definitely is, otherwise it would be meaningless. But who gets it and how much is it passed on to? These are all questions. So, young people who come to ask for it will definitely not get it, but an old woman like her can get quite a bit by giving face.

"You're shrewd enough, alright. You hold it for me, I'll give you an answer by tomorrow night at the latest!"

(End of this chapter)