My basement connects to another world.

Chapter 62 Influence

Old house, basement.

Jiang Yuan stepped out of the portal, and the pale golden light behind him slowly closed and disappeared.

This trip, including his cultivation time, was the longest he had ever stayed in another world.

Although her body could still hold on, the mental energy required to condense the magic core left her quite exhausted.

I walked up the wooden stairs, took a quick shower, and fell asleep within minutes of lying on the bed.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright outside, and sunlight was squeezing in through the cracks in the old window.

"Full of energy!"

He sat up and suddenly froze.

Once he regained his composure, he quickly sensed the difference.

Magical elements?!

After yesterday's training, his mental acuity was several times more sensitive than before, and his perception of magical elements was greatly enhanced.

He closed his eyes.

Concentrate intently and enter a meditative state.

Soon I could feel the pale blue specks of light floating inside the room.

Water element.

Jiang Yuan stared at those few points of light for several seconds to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

He locked onto it with his mental energy and tentatively touched it with his mind.

The few water elements trembled slightly, like disturbed plankton, and drifted a little to the side, but did not disappear.

His first thought was—this isn't right.

Blue Star has no magical elements.

He had tried it when he first learned to absorb magic.

Was it because he wasn't capable enough back then?

At that moment, he focused on a corner of the wall and suddenly realized something.

Open your eyes.

He put on his slippers, stood up, and looked in the direction of the gaze.

My gaze fell on the old ceramic basin in the corner of the wall.

Glowing Grass.

The first thing he brought back from another world has been here for half a month.

The original intention was to exchange it for money.

Later, I wanted to see if it could survive.

Half a month has passed since he entered the other world.

However, apart from being somewhat wilted, the Glowing Grass did not die.

The blue light in the veins of the leaf flickered.

He would come and go as he pleased, glancing at it occasionally, and had long been accustomed to its presence, never giving it much thought.

But it's different now.

He squatted down and pushed his mental energy to its limit.

In my field of vision, every vein of that luminous plant was oozing out tiny blue specks of light.

After the light spots detached from the leaf surface, they slowly drifted into the air and spread in all directions.

He looked back along the trajectory of one of the stars and found that the entire hall was filled with this pale blue light, like a very faint starlight, but the concentration was so low that it was impossible to detect without careful observation.

It's changing this place.

Jiang Yuan reached out and touched the leaves of the Ghostly Grass. The cool touch traveled up from his fingertips, and it was exactly the same as when he picked it more than a month ago.

It neither died nor withered; it simply lived quietly in a world that did not belong to it.

And in a way that he couldn't understand at all, he gradually infiltrated this space with magical elements from another world.

He squatted there, his fingers still resting on the leaves, his mind racing with only one thought.

The Blue Star has no magic because it has never had magical elements.

But now he has it. A single wisp of luminous grass that he casually picked, in just over half a month, has created a faint, almost imperceptible magical environment within the small space of the old house, spanning only a few dozen square meters.

A single blade of grass can achieve this level of achievement.

What if he cleared a field on Earth specifically for growing otherworldly plants? What if he planted not the Spectral Grass, but even more advanced magical plants?

He didn't know what would happen.

It might be a good thing, giving Earth magic and changing the world forever.

It could also be a disaster.

The memories of being chased and bitten by monsters in another world were still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to turn Earth into that place.

Not at least not now.

"This thing can't stay here any longer—" Jiang Yuan stood up and carried the potted Ghostly Grass into the basement.

We'll take it back to the other world later. We can't let it continue to spread until we figure out how it affects us.

He knew in his heart that this thing was more destructive than any magical beast.

Or rather, it is the power to change.

He changed the fundamental rules of this world, and in a way that he could not have predicted at all.

Place the ceramic pot in the corner of the basement.

Jiang Yuan went out again.

One hour later.

Carrying a large amount of rice, he had a sudden inspiration and opened the gate to the realm.

Frostclaw Tribe.

He brought over a large amount of food again.

They called over several hunters to help carry it.

The soldiers carried rice past Jiang Yuan, all giving him grateful smiles.

Jiang Yuan didn't linger in the open space. After finding his way, he headed straight for Qingye's tree hole.

He knocked on the door, then went upstairs and lifted the animal-skin curtain.

The room was filled with the smell of herbs.

Aoba was squatting in front of the stone mortar, pounding something with a pestle, his light honey-colored pupils slightly narrowed with concentration.

On the low bed next to her sat an elderly cat-eared woman with short, gray hair, sparse fur on her cat ears, and deep wrinkles around her eyes.

But his hands moved quickly, wrapping small packets of ointment in dried leaves.

"Aoba," Jiang Yuan called out.

Aoba happened to be looking over, her cat ears perked up instantly, her gray-white tail swished involuntarily, and she nodded demurely.

The older cat-eared woman next to him also looked up and recognized Jiang Yuan as a human.

She immediately put down her work, stood up, and bowed slightly to him.

Her name is Sazha. She is another pharmacist in the tribe and also Qingye's master.

"Human friend," she said, her voice slightly hoarse but respectful, "thank you for the food. This winter, the children won't go hungry."

Jiang Yuan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the already wrapped ointment packets on the low bed, then looking at the medicinal paste still being pounded in the stone mortar, and asked, "Are you running out of ointment quickly lately?"

Sazha sighed, "Soon, more and more magical beasts will appear outside the tribe, and the hunters will inevitably get injured. Some will be fine, but others will break bones. There are only two of us in the tribe who know how to make medicine, and we really can't keep up."

Aoba pursed her lips, her hands still grinding the medicine, but her cat ears drooped slightly backward.

There were two faint dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she had been staying up late for several days in a row.

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Why not find a few people to help? Teach them some simple things first, and divide the work among them."

Sa Zha shook his head, the wrinkles on his face deepening with the change in his expression: "The skills of a pharmacist are passed down from generation to generation, and not just anyone can learn them. Only apprentices of our lineage are qualified to handle these medicinal herbs."

Jiang Yuan glanced at her but didn't say anything more.

He got it.

The Frostclaw tribe's tradition of medicine practitioners is essentially a monopoly.

Sazha may not have had any bad intentions, but in her view, this skill was the foundation for her and her lineage to make a living in the tribe.

Teaching others is equivalent to giving up your own position.

Even though they're so busy right now that they can't sleep, she's unwilling to give in.

Aoba whispered from the side, "Actually, some of the steps aren't difficult at all —"

Sazha turned and glanced at her. Qingye immediately shut her mouth, pressed her ear to her head, and dared not make a sound.

Jiang Yuan didn't get involved in the affairs between the master and apprentice.

He already had a plan in mind.

The Frostclaw tribe has lost too much of its heritage, and these ointment formulas aren't actually that sophisticated.

Once we've established a firm foothold in the Cape Territory, we'll acquire a batch of even better recipes from merchant caravans. Then we can directly teach the cat-eared children the new recipes.

Sazha was unwilling to teach because she possessed the tribe's only recipe.

When these recipes are no longer unique, someone will naturally speak up without him having to say anything.

"I've come to get the medicine," Jiang Yuan said.

Qingye immediately put down the stone pestle, dragged out a small wicker basket from under the low bed, took out seven or eight small medicine packets wrapped in dried leaves, and placed them one by one in Jiangyuan's hand.

"These are hot stone ointment and hemostatic ointment. I made a few more batches of hemostatic ointment than last time, because the hunters use them up quickly, so I left enough for the tribe before giving them to you."

As she spoke, she looked up at Jiang Yuan, her light honey-colored eyes carrying a hint of smugness, as if she were seeking praise.

"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Yuan carefully put away the medicine packet.