When it comes to cultivating immortality, it naturally starts with upgrading the herb garden.

One of them was the one he used before.

Upon probing inside, all the spirit stones, talismans, magical artifacts, and spells, except for the elixirs and medicinal herbs, had vanished without a trace.

Even the Earth Fire Finger spell he just bought is gone; it's probably all taken by Feng Sancai.

He reached into the other three storage bags one by one.

One of them contained only a jade bottle. Song Chen took it out and opened the cap. A rich fragrance of pills emanated from it, and the concentration of spiritual energy it contained far exceeded that of the Spirit Gathering Pill!

nice one!

Song Chen put it away and returned it to his storage bag.

The second storage bag was filled with all kinds of spiritual herbs, ranging from those used to refine grade three pills to those used to refine grade one pills.

Song Chen glanced at it and saw that there were several pill formulas inside.

The prescription records three types of elixirs.

The first type is the second-grade pill, Wind and Thunder Pill. This pill can make the user exude the aura of wind and thunder, and increase their speed to the point of being comparable to a peak Qi Refining cultivator.

The second type is the third-grade pill, the Spirit Control Pill. After taking this pill, one can instantly attract all the spiritual energy within a hundred meters. When combined with other pills, it can greatly accelerate the cultivation speed.

The third type is the third-grade pill, the Spirit Flame Pill. Its effect is slightly less than that of the Spirit Gathering Pill, but it is still quite good.

However, the spiritual herbs required for refining this pill are several times cheaper than those for the Spirit Gathering Pill, and the steps are also several times simpler.

Song Chen was shocked. He roughly estimated that these three pill formulas could be sold for more than 500,000 spirit stones.

But he won't sell it this time, since treasures should be kept by one's side in the first place.

Selling the Purple Qi Breakthrough Pill earlier was merely a short-term decision made when Feng Sancai had driven him mad.

Now that Feng Sancai is gone, Song Chen naturally has no need to take such a radical action.

As for the last storage bag, it was filled with low-grade and mid-grade spirit stones, spells, a large number of magical artifacts, talismans, and a letter.

Song Chen opened the letter and read it; it was written by Feng Sancai.

"I really hope no one sees this letter..."

The very first sentence made Song Chen's lips twitch: "I'm truly sorry! I'm determined to read this letter!"

"If anyone sees this letter, it probably means I'm already dead, right? I wonder how the refining of the Blood Spirit Root is going..."

"I, Feng Sancai, have lived my life on thin ice, always worrying about defeat before victory. Consider this my failure."

"If it fails, then Song Chen should be the one to see this letter, right?"

"You can take the complete Contract Technique and the original True Core Formation Technique from the storage bag."

"You're as cunning as a monkey; you probably figured out I was holding back a long time ago, right?"

"But don't worry, this time it's for real. What could I, a Qi Refining cultivator, possibly do to you now that I'm dead?"

"It's not like they're Foundation Establishment cultivators, beings who can reincarnate."

"Also, take the things from the other storage bags; they'll be useful for cultivation."

"But if you take it, you must agree to one condition—that is, to help me build my foundation."

"Throughout my life, I have been striving for Foundation Establishment. I'm not lying to you, I broke through to the peak of Qi Refining with a remnant spiritual root."

Song Chen was shocked. Peak Qi Refining stage!

No wonder Feng Sancai is so powerful.

The sense of oppression he exerted on Song Chen was far greater than that of the late-stage Qi Refining cultivator he encountered when the flying boat went out of control.

Song Chen's gaze returned to the letter.

"However, due to various reasons, he fell to the seventh level of Qi Refining."

"The main reason for this is that the incomplete spiritual root cannot establish a foundation."

"I'm suffering! I've toiled half my life, only to discover that my incomplete spiritual root prevents me from establishing a foundation. I'm in agony! I'm unwilling to accept this! But I refuse to believe in fate..."

"Alright, if anyone sees this letter, I've probably failed, so I hope you can achieve Foundation Establishment!"

"If I succeed, but someone still sees this letter, then it means I died in the final step!"

"That's such a pity, because in that case, I still won't be able to determine who took my soul."

"It could be one of those hundred cultivators, it could be Song Chen, it could be the owner of the three corpses, it could be anything."

"But whoever it is, since my soul has become nourishment for your growth, then you should have all my memories and everything about me in your mind."

"I don't need to spell it out. You will surely carry my will in your heart, so I'll just assume that you are me."

"Even if it isn't, it doesn't matter. I still have the same request: help me build my foundation! Help me build my foundation! Help me build my foundation!"

"Even if it means death! I'll die after I've reached the Foundation Establishment stage!"

"The wonders of the Blood Spirit Root and the Blood Soul Pill are described in detail in my memory and in a hidden compartment in the corner of the alchemy room. If you are not sure about the accuracy of my memory, you are welcome to go and take a look in the alchemy room."

"However, I really don't want to die, I really don't want to die, otherwise I wouldn't be so obsessed with Foundation Establishment. Foundation Establishment grants a lifespan of two hundred years..."

The following lengthy discourse recounts Feng Sancai's exploration of life, revealing that he truly does not wish to die.

But he still died, most likely at the hands of Song Chen's spirit, just as described in the letter.

Just as he thought of this, a whole string of memories suddenly flooded Song Chen's mind, causing his head to throb with pain and making him scream in agony.

"what!"

After a while, he sat down in the chair, returned to normal, and began to examine the memory in his mind.

Those are memories belonging to Feng Sancai.

He suffered ridicule and neglect from a young age, and as he grew up, he harbored a heart set on cultivating immortality.

Step by step, through unwavering will and skillful means, he reached the peak of Qi Refining, but then suffered a significant drop in cultivation due to refining pills, returning to the late stage of Qi Refining.

Fifty years ago, by chance, the method of refining the Blood Spirit Root was found in the Blood Abyss of the East Sea.

From then on, they began to plot, constantly killing people in an attempt to refine the Blood Soul Pill, until the day before yesterday when they finally completed all the preparations and greatly improved the Blood Soul Pill formula.

Song Chen could clearly feel Feng Sancai's spiritual power.

That extreme unwillingness to be mediocre and the single-minded pursuit of the Tao deeply influenced him.

But not by much. In the pursuit of the Dao, Song Chen is second to none.

In his memory, Song Chen also discovered some information about the Blood Spirit Root.

This is a kind of artificial spiritual root, and the principle of its refining is that Heaven reduces the excess and replenishes the deficiency.

A complete spiritual root body is created by piecing together four fragmented spiritual root bodies.

However, this spiritual root is against the will of Heaven and Earth, and is not tolerated by Heaven and Earth. It is prone to natural disasters and man-made calamities, and the cultivation speed is slow, no different from that of a remnant spiritual root.

However, its only advantage is that it will not encounter bottlenecks in the cultivation process. It can reach the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and even Nascent Soul Formation. It is not impossible for it to become a Deity.

Looking at the memories, Song Chen guessed, "Feng Sancai must have failed in the final step of soul-stealing."

After the spiritual root and physical body are formed, it is necessary to separate the body from the spirit and seize another's body.

Possessing another's body is not easy; it requires a strong spiritual foundation. This is where the Blood Soul Pill comes into play.

Using elixirs to enhance the strength of one's soul before attempting to possess another body can greatly increase the success rate of possession, reaching 99%.

It is precisely because of such a high success rate that Feng Sancai dares to be so crazy in his refining process.

One of the four bodies with remnants of spiritual roots was actually his own, which would weaken the foundation of his soul.

"But even so, it shouldn't be me seizing consciousness, so what's going on?"

Song Chen searched through his memories but couldn't come to a conclusion. He thought of the clipboard mentioned in the letter.

He rushed to the alchemy room and searched everywhere, but found nothing.

"They clearly said it was in the alchemy room, were they lying to me?"

Song Chen was puzzled. Why would Feng Sancai scheme against him when he was already dead?

He searched carefully again and moved everything to a different location.

Finally, on a floor that looked exactly the same as usual, he discovered the unusual place.

All the other floorboards have vertical grain, but this one has horizontal grain. Moreover, this piece of floorboard was originally covered by a cabinet, making it extremely difficult to notice.

Song Chen pressed down a few times, and the floorboards indeed lifted up.

Beneath the floor, there was a hidden compartment containing two jade tubes.

Song Chen took out the jade tube, opened it, and saw a detailed introduction to the Blood Soul Pill.

Blood Soul Pill, a grade three elixir, can temporarily enhance the strength of one's soul.

Song Chen continued reading and found it was about the inhumane refining method of the Blood Soul Pill, with its side effects listed at the very end.

"Use the souls of a hundred people to erode the main ingredient for as long as possible..."

"The soul used to refine the main ingredient of the Blood Soul Pill will be revived after consumption. If it cannot be suppressed, the soul will be devoured."

"The user's cultivation level should ideally exceed that of the main ingredient by at least two levels..."

Upon seeing these two lines of text, Song Chen suddenly realized that it must be his own consciousness that had revived, causing him to devour Feng Sancai's soul.

"Even with the Blood Soul Pill's amplification, Feng Sancai's soul strength couldn't possibly surpass mine; after all, I'm a transmigrator!"

Those who travel through time naturally possess a soul far stronger than that of ordinary people.

Feng Sancai probably didn't expect this!

Song Chen shook his head.

Feng Sancai's strategy was flawless, but unfortunately he overlooked the most crucial issue.

If Song Chen were to perform this operation, he would certainly ensure that the opponent's soul strength is lower than his own, and would never act so rashly.

"And then there's my cultivation level. At that time, I was already at the sixth level of Qi Refining, which was beyond the optimal level for using the Blood Soul Pill. But because of the Qi Concealing Technique, he was deceived and thought I was still at the fourth level of Qi Refining!"

"His thinking is understandable; what normal cultivator breaks through so quickly?"

"Luckily, I've been training hard and taking drugs diligently during this time!"

"As for Feng Sancai, he's in a terrible state! One wrong move, and the whole game is lost, all of it becoming my wedding dress!"

Song Chen's eyes flickered, and he came up with another reasonable explanation for the other party:

"Or maybe they're just getting old and anxious to die?"

Feng Sancai has been planning for years, he shouldn't have overlooked such a small problem, it's very likely that he doesn't have time.

From the initial delivery of spirit stones to the midway-term transfer of skills, everything was rushed, which indirectly illustrates Feng Sancai's panic.

"I will certainly not follow in his footsteps in the future, and will proceed with extreme caution in every step!"

Then, Song Chen picked up another jade tube and opened it. It contained information about the method of refining the physical body of the Blood Spirit Root and its wonderful uses.

He ignored the wicked refining method above and looked directly at the wonderful application.

Besides lacking bottlenecks and being prone to attracting disasters, the Blood Spirit Root also has a natural affinity for Qi and blood, allowing one to use the blood of others to improve their cultivation.

For example, Song Chen collected a large amount of essence blood from peak Qi Refining demonic beasts or cultivators and bathed his entire body in it.

One night of this resulted in an increase in cultivation equivalent to directly consuming ten Qi Gathering Pills, and also improved one's Qi and blood to a certain extent, truly a great tonic.

"This is indeed a good method of cultivation. Could we use Spirit Gathering Pills while bathing in blood, and combine them with mid-grade spirit stones for cultivation?"

Song Chen suddenly had a brilliant idea: if this idea was feasible, his cultivation speed would definitely be improved to a certain extent.

"A blood-spirit root cannot be cultivated with the aid of any techniques, and its cultivation speed is comparable to that of a remnant spirit root. But... anyway, I don't rely on spirit roots for cultivation; I just take pills, and I haven't hit any bottlenecks yet. Isn't this basically a pill-fueled holy body spirit root?"

"With my system, I can acquire spiritual herbs and exchange them for a continuous stream of spirit stones."

Song Chen paused, feeling that something was off. A thought flashed through his mind:

"No! I have Feng Sancai's memories and a large number of pill formulas in my mind, so I can naturally refine second and third grade pills now."

"Turning spiritual herbs into pills, whether for sale or for personal consumption, is far better than selling the herbs directly!"

To be honest, thinking about it this way, Song Chen felt that his future was incredibly bright.

We also have to thank angel investor Feng Sancai!

Song Chen put away the two jade tubes and did not plunder the shop.

Because in Feng Sancai's memory, there was nothing of value left in the shop.

As Song Chen passed by the window, he glanced at it subconsciously, and stopped in his tracks.

Song Chen's face has changed dramatically. If he was already good-looking, he is now top-tier.

With deep-set eyes, thick eyebrows, a strong nose bridge, and thin lips, his facial features are perfectly proportioned, and his hair is just right—he is a handsome man in every sense of the word.

Song Chen didn't appreciate it much. It's best if your appearance isn't eye-catching. Looking like this is actually not good. He needs to find a way to become an average-looking person.

"Unfortunately, the storage bag doesn't have any disguise spells, so I'll have to change my accommodations too."

The old neighbors on Song Chen's side have already seen what he looked like before, and it is absolutely forbidden to communicate with him again.

Even if he had never seen him before, he still wanted to move to a different place. Who knew if the monks in the building who collected the rent remembered his face?

Then, Song Chen was still unable to leave the shop, and instead waited quietly in the lobby for the barrier to disappear.

According to memory, the barrier would disappear at noon the next day.

Song Chen needed to leave this dangerous place the moment the barrier disappeared.

Last night, Feng Sancai killed so many people in the street, it was impossible for that not to attract the attention of the Lower Sword Sect.

However, he moved swiftly, and nothing unexpected happened for the time being.

But who can say for sure in the long run?

This shop is definitely no longer safe.

He needs to get home as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Song Chen thought of someone: "Xu Bo."

"What should I do with this person? I changed my face and cultivation level, so they will definitely notice."

After thinking for a moment, Song Chen made a snap decision and said, "Let's just change the name too! That way, the other party will definitely not associate two completely different people together."

His name was the only thing he had in common between his past and present lives, the only mark that allowed Song Chen to remember his past life, but now it was a burden.

Song Chen remained expressionless as he continued to ponder, "As for the new name, anything is fine... let's call him Qian Zhanwang!"

"As for the old house... I'm not living there anymore! Moving to another one won't hurt!"

The barrier disappeared, and a figure darted out from "Cai San Shop" and flew straight towards the North Alley.

Taking advantage of the empty streets, Song Chen immediately slipped into his house.

The night passed, and nothing happened at home. Song Chen took everything he could carry, smashed all the doors in the house to make it look like the house had been invaded by a treacherous cultivator, and casually left the bone whistle in the mess.

After finishing everything, Song Chen didn't stop for a moment. He checked the street situation and, seeing that no one was around, rushed to the rent collection building.

The cultivator on duty was a young female cultivator, who couldn't help but feel fond of Song Chen's handsome face.

"Handsome young man, where are you from? Where do you rent a place?"

The female cultivator was of average appearance, but had a good figure. With her red lips slightly parted, she stood up and gently touched Song Chen's chest with her jade-like fingers.

Song Chen remained unmoved, but inwardly he was cursing, wondering if this would leave some kind of mark.

However, he nodded outwardly and said, "South Alley."

"Young man, you're at the first level of Qi Refining, right? What's your name?"

The female cultivator's alluring voice reached Song Chen's ears, and she subtly revealed a glimpse of her cleavage to his eyes.

Most ordinary men would find it hard to resist such temptation and would fall for it, right?

But Song Chen found the female cultivator in front of him an eyesore. Not only was she affecting his progress, but she also kept striking poses, which annoyed him.

With that figure and looks, she's worthy?

However, adhering to his principles of surviving, Song Chen didn't say much, but still smiled and said:

"Qian Zhan, pay one month's worth of spirit stones first."

He took out six spirit stones and placed them on the table as rent.

The female cultivator was about to praise Song Chen's beautiful name, but Song Chen's actions abruptly interrupted her.

Although she was dissatisfied, she still put away the spirit stones and acted according to the rules, saying:

"No. 17 South Alley, Qing Residence, is that alright?"

"no problem."

Song Chen's eyes lingered for a moment, a slight thought stirring within him.

It's just that life is unpredictable, and it's nice to have a coincidence now and then.

This is the very house where Jiang Shuyan died.

He vaguely remembered killing many people in that house, which was theoretically considered the Red House.

But Song Chen didn't expose the other party.

This is a small matter, nothing to worry about. Exposing it will only cause unnecessary trouble.

The female cultivator handed the key to Song Chen, who took it and left without hesitation.

The female cultivator in front of the counter, watching Song Chen's tall figure, licked her lips and added the unspoken words:

"Qian Zhanwang, what a wonderful name."