I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

When Song Yao woke up, she was still a little dazed, and her head was throbbing.

She went outside and felt a little better after He Yu gave her a calming pill.

The Seventh Elder, who was cooking porridge nearby, noticed her furrowed brows and asked, "How are you? Still feeling unwell?"

Song Yao was slightly confused: "It's okay, I..."

"You've been poisoned by the Bone-Dispelling Incense."

The Seventh Elder ladled out some porridge and placed it on the table, saying irritably, "You're just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, who gave you the guts to go to a place like Drunken Immortal Pavilion at night? Do you know how dangerous that is?"

He Yu sat down next to her, his face stern: "I heard that place is full of evil cultivators who specialize in capturing junior disciples like you to make deals and trade. You really don't value your life. Luckily, your fourth senior brother brought you back."

Song Yao rubbed her temples.

She only remembered being confined to a private room by her fourth junior brother to read alchemical texts, and then losing consciousness as she read.

I was woken up by something in the middle of the night with a splitting headache; it must have been the effect of the bone-dispersing incense.

It's pitiful and heartbreaking that she could no longer find a place to sell her sword in Sichun City.

"But it's strange, I've seen that Bone-Dispersing Incense, it's of a very high grade. Your fourth senior brother has runes protecting him, so he won't be affected too much, but you, a Foundation Establishment cultivator..."

The Seventh Elder gestured with his fingers, "You'd be dizzy for at least three days, your muscles and bones would be weak for ten days, and it would take at least a month to fully recover. How did you recover so quickly?!"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Yao slumped onto the table, saying weakly, "I'm not ready."

Seventh Elder: "..."

"I need another month to recover."

Song Yao was very weak. "Please ask me for another month's leave."

Seventh Elder: "..."

Where did he find such a terrible disciple?

Seeing her pale face, and realizing she couldn't bring herself to refuse, the Seventh Elder sighed helplessly, "I know, I know, I'll go tell the outer sect elder. But next time, you're not allowed to sneak off to places like brothels, or your life will be in danger!"

Song Yao didn't think anything of it.

Although her spiritual power and spiritual roots from earlier years were sealed, her swordsmanship could not be sealed.

It wasn't difficult for her to fight her way out from the group of evil cultivators; at most, she would only suffer some injuries. That's why she dared to swagger into the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

But being caught by the fourth junior brother was unexpected.

It was unexpected that I would be drugged while reading with my fourth junior brother in a private room.

In short, it's all the fourth junior brother's fault.

Thinking this to herself, she obediently nodded, "I understand."

The Seventh Elder walked halfway down the path, then remembered his duties as a master and turned back: "By the way, since we can't study alchemy books for the time being, how about becoming a medicine cultivator first?"

Song Yao: "Medicine cultivation?"

Seventh Elder: "Hmm, you have a wood spirit root, so it should be easier for you to become a medicine cultivator. Go to the medicine field from time to time and see if you can learn anything."

Without a second thought, Song Yao immediately nodded in agreement.

Once the medicine was repaired, she originally wanted to farm and raise chickens, and by following the medicine repairman, she could avoid taking twenty years of detours.

Moreover, I've heard that medicine repair is quite profitable.

"Then go with your senior brother to the back mountain. It's full of spirit fields there. Let the Sixth Elder teach you."

"it is good."

"Don't rush, drink some porridge first."

Song Yao hummed in agreement and sat down at the table to wait for He Yu to fry an egg for her.

Just after we finished eating, two teenagers came in from outside the courtyard.

Song Yao recognized them; they were the pageboys who followed her second senior sister in her cultivation.

The two of them were carrying several sets of clothes, neatly folded.

The top set is pure white, the next few sets are light blue, and the bottom set is light pink.

Two young men approached her and smiled, saying, "Junior Sister Lin, these are clothes that Second Senior Sister instructed us to send to you."

Song Yao was taken aback.

Did Zhu Zhao give her clothes?

Why?

Seeing her puzzled expression, the slightly taller boy on the left spoke up: "Second Senior Sister prepared these for all the newly initiated disciples. Please accept them; there's no need to be shy."

Does everyone have it?

Song Yao breathed a slight sigh of relief; at least it wasn't specifically for her.

I thought I had been recognized.

Even if she were recognized, Zhu Zhao probably wouldn't give her clothes; it would be a great mercy if he didn't beat her to death.

She thanked him and took the clothes. The boy then said, "Second Senior Sister specifically instructed that you can only keep these clothes for yourself and cannot sell them."

Song Yao: "......"

The entire sect is trying to strip her of her right to sell things.

hateful.

Before going to the back mountain, Song Yao went back to her room to try on her clothes.

Surprisingly, it fits perfectly.

This was unexpected by Song Yao.

In her memory, Zhu Zhao was not the caring and thoughtful second senior sister she knew.

She would only whip her junior brothers and sisters who didn't cultivate properly to death, and tell them to get out of the sect if they didn't work hard.

In comparison, Zhu Zhao doesn't seem to have turned evil; she seems more like she's turned good.

After changing her clothes, He Yu led her towards the back mountain.

As we walked, I introduced them to her: "The medicinal plants planted behind here are some of the most common types. Those are Qingling Grass, the most basic medicinal herbs. And that's Ice Heart Lotus, which prefers shade, so we have to set up a barrier to cover it. And that one..."

Song Yao listened to the sounds as she walked, and she became somewhat drowsy.

He Yu's mouth was dry from talking. He turned around and saw that her eyelids were drooping. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "It sounds a bit boring now. I'll take you to the deep mountains in the future. There are many rare species there. You'll need your master to take you."

As they spoke, they walked through several rows of spirit fields, and the Sixth Elder peeked out from among the lush medicinal plants.

She was dressed in coarse cloth, the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, revealing her mud-covered hands. She was squatting in the ground protecting a tender sprout that had just emerged, and she waved to them: "Come here, over here."

As a medicine cultivator, the Sixth Elder toiled in the fields every day, so Song Yao didn't have much contact with her.

He Yu: "Go ahead, I'm going back to refine pills. I'll come pick you up later."

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Song Yao walked over and squatted down beside her.

"Seventh Brother told me, you're the little girl with the Heavenly Wood Spirit Root, right?"

The Sixth Elder looked her over with great satisfaction. "I was busy taking care of the spiritual plants that day when you became my disciple, otherwise I would definitely have made you my apprentice. Perfect timing, now you can learn from me. We medicine cultivators have a bright future."

Song Yao nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

She also felt that medicine cultivation had a promising future.

The Sixth Elder smiled, placed his hand over the seedling, and a faint green light emanated from his palm as spiritual energy seeped into the soil like threads.

The seedling seemed to have been supported by something; its leaves unfurled, and it looked much more vibrant than before.

"The medicinal plants in these spiritual fields are not like wild grasses in the mountains. If you want them to grow, you need to infuse them with spiritual energy every day. Too much will burn the roots, and too little will not make them grow strong. You need to just grasp that balance."

She stepped aside and gestured to Song Yao, "You try, but be careful, or you might die."

Song Yao followed her example and placed her hand in front of the seedling.

The moment her spiritual energy seeped out, she suddenly sensed a subtle difference.

She seemed to have some kind of connection with the seedling, able to see the fine veins on the leaves and feel the wind brushing against them.

She couldn't help but feel curious, and released some of her spiritual energy.

At the same time, the serpent seal within his body trembled violently.