Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Chen Yang quickly dug out the Solomon's Seal with his hands and then wiped away the soil.

The Solomon's Seal in Chen Yang's hand was about the size of an adult's fist, with a withered yellow outer skin, resembling an old tree.

However, the corns on the skin have become more and more obvious, which is completely different from what it was two years ago. You can tell at a glance that it is an old medicinal plant.

By calculation, the Polygonatum plant in Chen Yang's hand is exactly thirty years old.

"Could this be the limit of the medicine's effectiveness?"

Thinking of this, Chen Yang couldn't help but wonder how the Solomon's Seal came to be.

It was a rabbit that was digging for the yellow sap when it was ambushed and killed by a little red fox, who then discovered the yellow sap that had been gnawed quite a bit.

It's possible that the Polygonatum odoratum was in good condition before it was eaten, but after it was eaten and brought to Chen Yang, it was cut into pieces and transplanted.

Although the spiritual liquid could compensate, the foundation was ultimately damaged.

"As expected, these ordinary medicinal herbs, without a special opportunity, are unlikely to undergo the same transformation as green amaranth."

Chen Yang glanced at the lush green amaranth growing in the vegetable garden and thought to himself.

However, green amaranth also has its own weakness, namely that its potential is locked.

Chen Yang watered the amaranth for so long but there was no change. It seems that this is probably the limit for it.

But it still works for me now, and I don't know if it will undergo any further transformation in the future.

Looking at the Solomon's Seal, Chen Yang couldn't help but worry about the amaranth.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Chen Yang shook his head, saying that it was too far off for the time being.

Since we can't grow Solomon's Seal anymore, "let's just forget about it and find some new ones in the mountains another day to plant."

I'll try transplanting the whole plant later; that way, it might last longer.

Looking at the five thirty-year-old Polygonatum plants in his hand, Chen Yang couldn't help but smile.

  

It just so happens that we finished eating all the white corn in these three months, and the Solomon's Seal is just right for making elixirs, so we can replenish it.

Looking inward at his dantian, Chen Yang's cultivation level had reached twenty-three strands of spiritual power and forty-one strands of spiritual energy.

With no more bottlenecks in three months, Chen Yang's cultivation level naturally advanced extremely quickly.

The only downside is that once the spirit rice runs out, you have to keep planting it.

It will take at least a year for the next planting of Keling rice, but Chen Yang's cultivation level cannot wait that long. It is very good that there is something to make up for it.

Furthermore, among the miscellaneous books and illustrations, there happens to be a prescription for an elixir that requires red Ganoderma lucidum and Polygonatum sibiricum as the main ingredients.

The elixir is called Ginseng and Ganoderma Essence Pill: after taking it, one can strengthen one's foundation and cultivate one's spiritual power.

The two main ingredients, Ganoderma lucidum and Polygonatum sibiricum, are present in my own medicine, and their medicinal effects are also just right.

However, these two can only be considered as secondary ingredients, so the requirements are not that high, because the main ingredient of this pill is a hundred-year-old ginseng, as well as a series of other auxiliary medicinal materials.

This caused Chen Yang some trouble. After all, it was so troublesome for him to cultivate Huangjing (Polygonatum) for thirty years, let alone ginseng that was a hundred years old.

I don't know if my luck is good or bad this time.

Stroking his beard and looking at the five Solomon's seal plants in his hand, Chen Yang was pondering how to make the best use of them when a strange roar came from the fence.

Just as Chen Yang turned his head, another voice came from the fence, but this voice was indeed familiar to Chen Yang.

"Sir, a guest has come looking for you, so I've shown you the way."

Chen Yang approached the fence and peered out. He saw a macaque with black fur on its head and a fox with yellow fur outside the fence gate.

Presumably, that familiar yet indistinct roar came from the fox.

"Brother Chen Yang, I'm from Little Fox Hill. Brother Fox White specifically asked me to come and find you."

The yellow fox exerted force with its legs, leaned half its body forward, then placed its two paws in front of it and bowed to Chen Yang, as if it were paying respects.

Chen Yang returned the greeting, a look of confusion on his face. "Fellow Daoist Fox White sent you to find me. May I ask what brings you here?"

Chen Yang's impression of Fox White was still that of the yellow-haired fox who greeted him at the gate when Little Red Fox married into Little Fox Hill last year.

The fox in front of me shook its head and said, "Brother Fox White didn't tell me anything, he just told me to quickly invite you over."

Chen Yang nodded, having roughly understood the situation.

Perhaps Fox White had something urgent to discuss with him, but that was what puzzled Chen Yang. Fox White held a very high position in Little Fox Hill and shouldn't be short of help, so why would he seek him out?

However, Chen Yang also planned to go and take a look, because when the yellow fox said it was on the orders of Fox White, Chen Yang also thought of something.

If I can't find a hundred-year-old ginseng myself, what if I ask Fox White? Then there should be some hope.

The resources in the lower mountains are far more abundant than those in the outer mountains. Although century-old ginseng is hard to find, it is not impossible to find it in Little Fox Hill.

Afterwards, Chen Yang changed his clothes and put on the brocade Taoist robe. He then left with the yellow fox, while the black fox was called over to accompany him.

Black Hair had been clamoring to go down the mountain, so this was a good opportunity to take him. Chen Yang had his own reasons for asking Black Hair to come; if things got late, he could ride Black Hair back.

On the way, Chen Yang was also somewhat puzzled and asked, "I wonder what brings Fellow Daoist Fox White to me? Does this brother know who said what?"

Since the fox wouldn't answer when asked about its purpose, claiming it didn't know, then the question should be asked whether the fox had approached it on its own initiative or if someone had recommended it.

After pondering for a moment, the yellow-haired fox finally spoke in response to Chen Yang's question.

"This matter was not initiated by Brother Fox White."

"It was Kong Ling of the Peacock Clan who said something to Brother Fox White, and told me to come find you quickly."

Mentioning Kong Ling, Chen Yang chuckled, "So it's Kong Ling?"

However, Chen Yang and Kong Ling had a good relationship, so Chen Yang had a better idea of ​​what was going there. Perhaps it wasn't a bad thing; he probably needed Kong Ling's help.

Although he doesn't know if he can do it well, if someone asks for his help, he can make the corresponding request.

Ask the other party to find century-old ginseng, or spirit stones or spirit stone mineral powder that can replenish spiritual energy.

In this way, Chen Yang won't have to put in so much effort when planting white corn in the future, because white corn is still very effective for now.

Led by the little yellow fox, they arrived at the foot of the mountain around noon.

On the steep slope leading down the mountain, Black Hair looked at the dense forest with great envy, and he also sensed that the spiritual energy in this place was different.

"Sir, sir, I feel my cultivation level is increasing."

Black Hair was very excited, clearly finding it strange that the spiritual energy was so abundant after descending the mountain.

Chen Yang didn't pay much attention to this, because at this moment he was looking at the pool of water below the waterfall.

Even from a great distance, one could see a faint red glow emanating from the edge of the marsh, but it was none other than Blood Spirit Rice.

Chen Yang also found it somewhat strange, "I didn't expect that even at this point, the Blood Spirit Rice still hasn't been harvested."

Soon, Chen Yang and his companion were taken to Little Fox Hill.

Yellow Fox also quickly bowed and said to Chen Yang.

"Brother Chen Yang, I'll go in and report right now." Chen Yang nodded without saying anything.

But not long after the yellow fox left, a joyful voice came from the forest: "Brother Chen Yang! You've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

Chen Yang looked in that direction and saw a fiery red, furry figure looking at him happily.