Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 420 Spirit Tempering Pill

After agreeing to the matter, Niu Yi asked Zhong Wen to come and pick up the medicine in three days.

Zhong Wen, adhering to the principle of "if you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them," readily agreed to the matter and also readily used the fifty taels of silver to order fifty bottles of reassurance pills.

For him, this was simply an experiment, and with that senior's skills, if there was a problem with the medicine, he could tell just by taking a sniff.

In the pharmacy, Niu Yi looked at the worried Niu Sanjin and comforted him:
"Don't worry, Father. I'm very confident I can cure that illness. It's just that I need to use some of the herbs from our family's pharmacy."

Niu Sanjin looked at his eldest son, who had grown rapidly in height recently and was now almost as tall as him, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Use it, use it. Sigh... Forget it, I must be crazy to let you make this agreement with Zhong Wen. But you're all grown up now, so you should handle these things yourself."

"Zhong Wen, although he may be wealthy and even of high status, is always very polite and has treated me with great courtesy. Such a person should not make things difficult for us commoners."

Niu Sanjin muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself, then turned and walked toward the counter, forgetting even the two new prescriptions for a moment.

Niu Yi then turned his attention to the medicinal herbs in his hand. He did not tell Niu Sanjin that he already knew Zhong Wen's identity and secret. The bottle of calming pills that he gave to Zhong Wen yesterday contained a trace of his divine consciousness. It was this divine consciousness that allowed him to see everything that Zhong Wen had experienced.

"A cultivator who focuses excessively on cultivating their spirit, causing their body to be unable to withstand it?"

In the Three Realms, such beings are called Ghost Immortals. After their bodies die, they can live on in the world by relying on their souls, and they also have a glimmer of hope to achieve immortality.

But those are mostly for ghost immortals who have achieved success in cultivation. For someone like that old man, whose skills are so poor and who has not even entered the stage of soul condensation, he has already depleted his vital energy to such an extent that he has to rely on the Heart-Preserving Pill to save his life. Now, he can only perish early.

Even without any rare or precious treasures, Niu Yi could easily save him in this situation. However, although Zhong Wen was on guard, he probably underestimated that old man.
Niu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of light flashing in them.

"It seems that we still need to construct the meditation diagram of the cause-and-effect divination money as soon as possible, so as to comprehend the great Dao of cause and effect in this world."

"Otherwise, it would be too troublesome to find out about some things only when they are close to the end."

Late that night, dark clouds suddenly enveloped Linjiang City. As a causal aura emanated from below, a purple lightning bolt streaked across the sky once more.

This scene was exactly the same as the one that happened more than ten days ago.

As a beam of light flashed through the Guanyin Temple, Guanyin Bodhisattva looked with some surprise at the slowly dispersing dark clouds in the sky.

"The one who can pursue the Primordial Dao Fruit is indeed a person of extraordinary talent."

Three days later, Zhong Wen arrived at Niu's pharmacy as promised to pick up his medicine, and saw Niu Yi handing him a bright green pill in a wooden box.

"Brother Zhong, please take this pill. The illness has weakened the old man to an extreme degree, and he cannot be subjected to any more stress. However, this Spirit Tempering Pill is extremely mild and is just right for him."

"As long as you take this Spirit Tempering Pill, your illness will be cured."

Zhong Wen's eyes lit up as he looked at the precious pill that was as smooth and lustrous as jade. He felt an indescribable fragrance wafting toward his nose.

"Good, Brother Guangyi is indeed a trustworthy man. This precious pill is clearly extraordinary." Zhong Wen looked somewhat excited. Among all the precious pills in his family, this Spirit Tempering Pill could definitely rank in the top three.

Zhong Wen raised his head, about to thank Brother Guangyi again, when he saw the young man opposite him looking thoughtfully at the pill before him, muttering:
"However, I remember reading about this kind of illness in a book before. It is probably caused by excessive mental exertion, which depletes the body's energy and blood, and will not only shorten lifespan but also cause rapid aging."

"Even if this Spirit Tempering Pill can save his life, it cannot make up for what he lost. At most, he can live for another year or two. If he continues to cultivate, the situation will not change at all."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wen's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had suddenly remembered something because of Niu Yi's words.

Excessive mental exertion depletes the body's energy and blood, leading to rapid aging.
Zhong Wen compared the rumors he had heard back then with the information from the classics he had obtained from that senior, and then compared them with the words of the Guangyi brothers in front of him. Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Brother Guangyi, could you please show me that book you mentioned earlier? Does it contain any solutions?"

"Of course! That's a benefit."

Before Zhong Wen could finish speaking, he saw Guang Yi across from him shaking his head repeatedly.

"It's not that I don't want to show it to Brother Zhong, but that book was already filled in the stove pit and was destroyed long ago."

As Niu Yi spoke, he also offered the wooden box and the heart-protecting pills in his hand to Zhong Wen across from him.

"As for a solution, there is one, of course. The book says that the best way is to find a matching cultivation method, or to refine the body with potent medicine day and night. However, there is a price to pay."

Niu Yi shook his head, while Zhong Wen's expression turned completely ugly.

He thought he had found the reclusive master he had been searching for, but it turned out that the master was not as good as he seemed, and the miraculous skills he had acquired were obtained at an unacceptable price.

It's a shame that the old man told him that he had made a mistake in his cultivation and ended up looking like that. Now it seems that he was just lying to him!
When Zhong Wen thought of the old man's withered body, sunken eye sockets, and deep purple veins all over his body, he felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of becoming like that himself.

Although the words of the man Guangyi on the other side have not yet been fully verified, Zhong Wen himself has already come to believe them to a great extent.

It's true that the person in front of him clearly didn't know what he had experienced, but everything he said made perfect sense.

Seeing Zhong Wen's expression, Niu Yi shook his head and said:
“Brother Zhong, there’s no need to worry so much. If there really is such a miraculous skill, as long as you don’t rush to practice it and ensure your blood and energy are sufficient, it can actually be used as a health-preserving exercise, which is quite beneficial. It just requires a great deal of self-control.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wen nodded gratefully to Niu Yi across from him.

"Alright, thank you for clearing up my doubts, Brother Guangyi. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have made it to Linjiang this time."

A cold glint flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes. He took out a silver note from his pocket, slapped it on the counter next to him, and solemnly cupped his hands towards Niu Yi.

"Brother Guangyi, this is just a small token of my appreciation. Please don't refuse. I have other matters to attend to as soon as possible, so I'll take my leave now!"

(End of this chapter)