The abandoned cannon fodder girl's path to immortality

Chapter 261 A wonderful rejuvenation
At this moment, inside the Spirit Plant Space.

Chen Jinshu sat cross-legged in front of the bamboo house, his gaze fixed on the small figure not far away.

Qingheng was squatting beside the newly acquired Xuan Yin Spirit Field.

She stretched out her fair fingers and carefully poked a young black tea seedling that had just been transplanted and whose leaves showed signs of withering and curling at the edges.

The tree was recently transplanted and has not yet recovered, so it looks somewhat withered.

"You look so listless. Let your older sister save you!"

Qingheng tilted her head, her eyes full of seriousness, as if she were talking to a sick child.

Her little hand did not touch the withered yellow leaf directly, but hovered about an inch above it.

A warm, green light gathered at the fingertip and gracefully circled the diseased leaf once.

However, the next moment, Chen Jinshu's expression showed a moment of surprise.

She could clearly see that the originally withered and curled leaves of the Wuqing tea tree had been rejuvenated with vibrant green.

In just a few breaths, the entire leaf stretched out and stood upright, even brighter and fuller than before the transplant, with a layer of restrained oily sheen flowing on its surface.

The entire tea seedling seemed to perk up, its previous listlessness vanished.

This is an effect that ordinary spiritual plant growers could not achieve by nourishing plants with spiritual power.

The spiritual plant techniques that Chen Jinshu knew, whether recorded in the Mysterious Female Elixir Classic or Liu Qingchen's Hundred Herbs Heart Classic from Medicine King Valley, could only guide the process slowly to achieve better recovery results.

The only direct boosts come from powerful potions.

Even for her, refining such a medicinal liquid was not easy.

"Alright!" Qingheng withdrew her little hand, looking at the spirited tea seedlings with satisfaction, a pure joy on her face.

She then ran up to Chen Jinshu, tilted her little face up, and looked at him with bright, expectant eyes.

"Where's my reward?"

She stretched out her small hand, palm facing up, her voice soft and sweet.

Chen Jinshu suppressed his curiosity and showed no sign of it on his face.

She took out a jade bottle from her storage pouch at her waist, uncorked it, and poured out a pill the size of a longan seed, emerald green in color, and emitting a rich, fresh herbal fragrance.

Qingheng's eyes instantly brightened.

She picked up the pill and put it into her mouth without hesitation.

"Mmm!" She squinted her eyes contentedly, her little cheeks puffing out.

"It smells so good... and it's so warm..."

The next instant, a pure and gentle wave of plant energy emanated from her small body, making the tiny flowers adorning her clothes even brighter.

“Well done, Qingheng.”

Chen Jinshu softened his tone and cautiously probed:
"How did you make that little tea tree recover? Can you teach me?"

Qingheng was immersed in the satisfaction brought by the Herbal Elixir when she heard this. She tilted her head, a look of confusion on her small face, as if she was trying to organize her thoughts:

"It's sick! Qingheng should treat it!"

Chen Jinshu's gaze fell once again on the vibrant black tea tree.

"It must be the healing power inherent in the Immortal Vine itself!" she guessed to herself.

Upon reflection, a knowing smile appeared on her face:

"So Qingheng is this amazing."

From then on, Qingheng took care of all the spiritual plants here. There were plenty of herb-based elixirs.

"Yes!" Qingheng nodded vigorously, her little face full of seriousness.

"Qingheng will work hard!"

...From that day on, a busy little figure appeared in the spiritual plant space.

Qingheng seems to possess a certain innate instinct, enabling it to accurately perceive the most subtle needs of every spiritual plant and every inch of spiritual field.

She didn't need Chen Jinshu's guidance; with her short legs, she would wander among the various spiritual fields, sometimes squatting, sometimes kneeling.

At the edge of the Xuan Yin Spirit Field, a 300-year-old Ning Yin Flower mother plant that had been transplanted there had several flower buds that were about to mature looking somewhat dull due to the change in soil and water.

Qingheng simply brushed the flower bud lightly with her little fingertip, and the bud instantly became radiant and plump, emitting a fragrance several times stronger than usual.

When Chen Jinshu picked the flower stamen, he was still somewhat surprised; its quality far exceeded what it should have been at that age.

The rhizomes of the Purple Thunder Bamboo were planted in the center of the Purple Thunder Field and remained in a semi-dormant state, sprouting slowly.

Qingheng squatted on the edge of the field, where lightning shimmered, her little hand hovering above the purplish-black soil, with specks of green light falling down.

A few days later, a tender bamboo shoot tip, crackling with tiny purple electric sparks, burst open the tough, lightning-attribute soil.

What shocked Chen Jinshu the most was that white spiritual field that had absorbed the power of the moon.

She had previously planted six withered Blood Vermilion Fruit plants here, watering them with restorative medicine and water from the icy pool, but they were only barely kept alive and were recovering slowly.

Qingheng goes to see him several times a day.

She didn't make any big movements, but simply used her small hands to carefully comb each leaf and caress each stem.

In just seven or eight days, the six blood-red fruit plants were completely wilted.

The leaves are glossy and thick, and there are even faint signs of flower buds forming on the main stem.

It should be noted that even with a spatial flow rate three times faster, it takes several years for the Blood Vermilion Fruit to recover its vitality, flower, and bear fruit.

Qingheng's methods have already broken the conventional laws governing the growth of spiritual plants.

In exchange, Chen Jinshu provided him with the Herbal Elixir every day without interruption.

Qingheng's need for pills also seems to be slowly increasing, from one pill at the beginning to two pills a day.

With each herbal elixir she consumed, the herbal aura emanating from her body became even purer.

Her figure seemed to have subtly grown a little taller, but the innocent and naive look in her eyes remained unchanged.

However, she was sleeping for longer periods of time. Often, after tending to the spiritual plants, she would curl up under the gnarled roots of the wood spirit peach tree next to the bamboo house and sleep soundly.

It seems that the body has not fully recovered and has also exhausted its mental and spiritual energy.

……

On this day, Chen Jinshu sat cross-legged in front of the bamboo house, playing with the several pieces of dark wood he had obtained from Lin Xiao's secret compartment, and pondering the method of refining the substitute puppet.

Qingheng had just finished treating the Jade Lamp Fruit, which was crucial to the advancement of her Wood Spirit Root.

That once severely damaged, single-stemmed, top-grade spiritual plant has now flourished in the specially prepared spiritual soil containing pure water and wood energy.

Amidst the lush green leaves, two tiny, jade-green flower buds, each the size of a grain of rice and imbued with the pure essence of the Wood element, quietly begin to form, radiating a captivating and enchanting light.

After finishing her work, Qingheng habitually walked towards Chen Jinshu, her small face showing the relief of completing the task and the anticipation of the elixir.

However, just as she was about three steps away from Chen Jinshu...

His whole body glowed with a bluish light.

"Uh……"

Qingheng stopped abruptly.

Her small body trembled violently, as if she were enduring something.

Those usually clear, blue eyes instantly lost focus, and a glint of light, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, flashed deep within their pupils.

She clutched her head in anguish, letting out a short, suppressed sob.

"Jinshu! My head hurts so much!"