Millennium Primordial Purple Spirit Grass
Early the next morning, Yan Qingyan had already packed her belongings and set off.
Storage Rings and Storage Pouches were both quite expensive, and only a few people in the family could afford them. Yan Qingyan couldn’t expose her Space, so she had to buy a carriage to load her things and leave.
Looking at the large and small bags around her, Yan Qingyan secretly resolved to quickly save up money to buy a larger Storage Ring.
There weren’t many people to bid her farewell. The family head sent the steward along with some others to make a show of support, and Yan Le'er also came.
"Qingyan~ Have a smooth journey!"
"Haha, alright!"
Yan Qingyan was in a great mood today. She loved this fresh feeling of embarking on a new journey in life, filled with infinite possibilities.
Just like when she first opened her Space and firmly believed she was a woman of Fortune, a new environment meant new challenges and new opportunities.
Yan Qingyan wanted to chat a bit more with those bidding her farewell, but a glance from the corner of her eye suddenly caught Elder Yan Shi.
Why was he here too?
Wasn’t he the one who loved sleeping in the most?
"Haha, it’s almost time, I’ll go now!" Yan Qingyan quickly finished speaking and hurriedly boarded the carriage.
If she didn’t leave now, her ears would be worn out again!
Yan Shi had been walking leisurely at first, but seeing Yan Qingyan board the carriage, he swiftly moved to the doorway.
"Ah! Leaving so soon? I still have a lot to say!"
With a crowd standing beside him, Yan Shi didn’t feel comfortable chasing far outside, and his expression unavoidably showed some annoyance.
Yan Qingyan looked back at the furious Elder Yan Shi and cheerfully hummed a little tune.
She had no concept of seniority or hierarchy in her heart. If Elder Yan Shi lectured her in the same tone as before, she really feared she might, out of displeasure, expose her Wood Element Ability.
Even though her Dantian was now destroyed and she appeared like an ordinary person, she still wasn’t someone anyone could provoke.
She just wondered, compared to Elder Yan Shi’s Foundation Establishment cultivation level, who would win between her fourth-level Wood Element Ability and him?
"Drive!"
The carriage wheels rolled over the dirt and grass along the road, gradually swallowed by the mist in the distance.
Yujiang Village… right?
I’m coming!
…
A drizzle misted the air.
Compared to Qingyang City, the Spiritual Energy in Yujiang Village was thinner, but it was several times better than the apocalypse filled with rotting and foul smells.
After just three days of travel, Yan Qingyan had already arrived at her new home.
It was a residence covering about three hundred square meters, looking from the outside no different from the other houses around.
The courtyard was clean and tidy, clearly showing traces of having been recently swept.
Yan Qingyan carried her large and small bags into the courtyard and gently pushed open the door.
The interior layout resembled a two-bedroom-one-living-room setup from her previous life. In the living room, a simple wooden round table and two chairs were placed, rustic yet revealing the atmosphere of time.
Creak—
Perhaps hearing the stir outside, the bedroom door on the left side slowly opened from within.
Yan Qingyan turned to look, and a handsome man appeared before her.
His face was somewhat pale, as if recovering from a serious illness. He wore a blue long gown, stood tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, but his gaze toward Yan Qingyan carried some caution and doubt.
Doubt?
Yan Qingyan smiled slightly and spoke first, "You must be Ling Mochen, right?" I am Yan Qingyan, hello."
After speaking, Yan Qingyan rummaged through her bag and pulled out that blank marriage contract scroll.
The perplexity in Ling Mochen’s eyes deepened, "Surname Yan?" Are you from the Yan family? I don’t know what brings you here?"
Yan Qingyan:
Well, well, so the Ling family still hasn't told him?!
Yan Qingyan originally thought the two family heads were about equally matched, but now it seems, it's all about comparison.
One point for the Yan family head.
Yan Qingyan had no choice but to repeat what her cousin Yan Le'er had told her to Ling Mochen.
Seeing the wariness fade from Ling Mochen's eyes, replaced instead by a suspicious blush on his face, Yan Qingyan also let go of her own guard.
First impression… well, not bad!
Yan Qingyan didn't care how perilous the outside world was, nor how full of deceit and scheming the world might be, but the place she lived, the place she called 'home,' absolutely could not have an atmosphere that made her uncomfortable.
Otherwise, she would just have to find a way to change her environment again.
During those three years in the apocalypse, Yan Qingyan spent most of her time acting alone, but she had actually wanted to find a friendly, united team—she just never came across the right one.
Wariness, probing, suspicion, scheming, hypocrisy, power struggles, setting up comparisons…
Finding teammates like that was worse than being alone.
Yan Qingyan asked about Ling Mochen's situation, and after hearing it, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Well, well!"
This guy had actually gone to the family head himself and asked to leave the Ling family!
……
The drizzle gradually stopped, and countless golden rays pierced through the clouds, shining upon the earth. Through the window, they fell upon the two seated at the round table, casting a beautiful silhouette on the ground.
Ling Mochen's thoughts drifted back to five days ago.
That day, he was cultivating as usual in the Ling family residence when someone from the Biyue Sect suddenly barged into his courtyard.
"So you're Ling Mochen?" The visitor wore a gray-brown robe, his aura imposing and overbearing, his cultivation level unfathomable.
Estimated to be at the Qi Refining Tenth Layer or even… Foundation Establishment!
Ling Mochen's eyes grew wary—this visitor meant trouble.
"I am. May I ask, senior… ugh!" Ling Mochen asked cautiously, but the other moved with extreme speed, giving him no time to react!
His technique was fierce, vicious to the extreme!
When he awoke from unconsciousness, he finally learned the reason for this disaster.
It felt utterly absurd.
Not long after, his half-brother, the second son, brought a group of people to cause trouble for him.
"Well, well, what kind of trash is this? Since when did our Ling family have such a useless person?"
"Heh, Ling Mochen, oh Ling Mochen, you've finally come to this!"
"Do you even know who you offended? The young master of the Biyue Sect's Nascent Soul Patriarch!"
His own elder brother had been crippled by an outsider, and Ling Yaozu was even happier than his enemies.
Mocking words weren't enough—he beat Ling Mochen until he lost consciousness before stopping.
The blows were aimed with malicious precision, specifically targeting his Dantian, worsening his injuries once more.
Ling Yaozu had always enjoyed taking what was his since childhood. With their biased father around, he almost always succeeded. It wasn't until Ling Mochen left home to train and rarely returned that his cultivation finally got a moment of respite.
He never expected that even after his Dantian was crippled, this person still hated him so much.
Remembering Ling Yaozu's words: "Who told you your aptitude was better than mine? So what if you have a Heaven Grade Spiritual Root? What's so great about that? Keep acting all high and mighty! Go on, act now!"
So, his brother's jealousy over his spiritual root aptitude ran deeper than anyone else in the family.
He possessed a Fire-Wood Dual Spiritual Root, with the fire element at Heaven grade Lower and the wood element at Earth grade Middle. Although cultivation speed often depended on the weaker element, having even one Heaven Grade Spiritual Root was exceedingly rare in Qingyang City.
After waking up again a full day later, he instinctively felt that staying in the Ling family any longer would eventually lead to his death at the hands of Ling Yaozu. So, dragging his severely injured body, he found the family head and demanded to be sent to a place far from home.
Then, he was taken by a horse-drawn carriage to this Yujiang Village, a place he had never even heard of. Aside from a door key and an identity token, all he had left were a few sets of clothes, a quilt, a bottle of Fasting Pills, and a few taels of broken silver.
As for spirit stones, they had all been taken by Ling Yaozu.
This Miss Yan said the Yan family head compensated him with a large amount of Cultivation Resources, but he hadn’t seen a single bit of it!
Who knows who ended up benefiting.
His father likely took a large share in his name, and in the end, it probably all went to Ling Yaozu anyway?
Ling Mochen clenched his fists, his eyes filled with intense fury. Yin Siwen and Ling Yaozu—these two were truly despicable!
Yan Qingyan also clenched her fists, her killing intent overflowing, and her voice carried a fierce edge as she said, "Yin Siwen, just you wait. This debt will be repaid!"
"Miss Yan is right. This debt must be repaid!"
Ling Mochen’s spirits were somewhat stirred by Yan Qingyan’s words, but then he thought of his ruined Dantian, and his eyes filled with gloom.
Yan Qingyan rested her cheek on one hand, gazing at his face, which was as perfect as if it had been modeled, her eyes revealing appreciation.
She said softly, "Just call me by my name. I don’t really like being called ‘Miss.’"
"Alright."
Unconsciously, the two of them ended up sitting on the wooden chairs in the living room, chatting for a long time.
Between strangers and acquaintances, all it takes is one conversation.
After becoming familiar with each other, Yan Qingyan finally asked the question she cared about most: "Do you know of any good methods to repair a Dantian that would suit our situation?"
As a collateral branch of the Yan family, she had limited access to the books in the library.
A small family like this was so fond of hoarding its heritage—no wonder so much knowledge was lost in the Cultivation World, Yan Qingyan grumbled inwardly.
Ling Mochen nodded, knowing she must be very concerned about this issue, and proceeded to recount the information he knew in detail: "There are many methods to repair a Dantian, but without exception, they are all extremely precious.
The first is the Millennium Phoenix Parasol Flower, the main ingredient for refining the sixth-grade Phoenix Parasol Pill. It only grows in special Secret Realms. Whether refined into medicinal liquid or an Elixir Pill, it has excellent restorative effects on the Dantian and can even treat damage to the Spiritual Root and meridians.
The second is the fifth-grade or higher Revival Pill, also an excellent healing Elixir Pill. Unfortunately, it is extremely valuable and difficult to refine, and few Alchemists are willing to spend the effort to make it, so it’s rarely seen on the market.
The third is the Millennium Primordial Purple Spirit Grass. Primordial Purple Spirit Grass under a hundred years old is very common and not very valuable—less than ten low-grade spirit stones can buy a stalk. But the millennium variety is rare. Most Primordial Purple Spirit Grass withers after reaching a hundred years, but once it reaches a millennium, it becomes an excellent healing Spiritual Plant. It can be used as the main ingredient to refine the fifth-grade Primordial Chaos Pill, which has miraculous effects on repairing a damaged Dantian. It can also be directly boiled into medicinal liquid, which also has restorative effects on the Dantian, though not as pronounced as the pill.
Others include the Millennium Nine-colored Sacred Flower, Ten-thousand-year Stone Milk, and the Revival Treasure Pill, but these treasures are all too precious. In a place like Danyang City, they have long become legends."
After Ling Mochen finished speaking, his expression grew somewhat heavy. He also wanted to repair his Dantian and return to the path of Cultivation, but none of these things were affordable for him in his current state.
He turned his gaze toward Yan Qingyan, but her expression made him pause slightly.
Yan Qingyan’s eyes curved into crescents, her face unable to conceal her excitement as she asked, "So all we need to do is boil that Millennium Primordial Purple Spirit Grass into a medicinal liquid? If we use this method, how many plants would we need?"
With just ten low-grade spirit stones, she could buy a hundred-year-old plant. Combined with her Spirit Spring, Wood Element Ability, and the Space’s ability to adapt to any growing environment…
Wasn’t this a solution tailor-made for her?
Ling Mochen was taken aback. Could it be…
"Do you perhaps have a way to obtain the Millennium Primordial Purple Spirit Grass?" Thinking this, he asked directly.
"Not yet, but I will in the future," Yan Qingyan replied with confidence.
Ling Mochen: …
Ling Mochen shook his head with a light chuckle. Ever since his Dantian was destroyed, he had been wallowing in despair. Even though he harbored deep hatred for Yin Siwen, he knew his path forward was severed—he was completely ruined.
Yet, he never expected Yan Qingyan, who faced the same predicament, could remain so optimistic.
Such a Dao heart—he felt ashamed in comparison.
Perhaps influenced by the other’s mindset, Ling Mochen’s tense state of mind gradually relaxed. He continued to explain, "Boiling the Millennium Primordial Purple Spirit Grass into a medicinal liquid also requires a special refining technique and some supplementary herbs. Those supplementary herbs are relatively common. As for the boiling steps and formula, I have them here."
"Excellent!" Yan Qingyan grew even more excited. She truly was blessed by heaven!
Yan Qingyan tapped the table lightly, her curiosity piqued as she asked, "You also know how to refine medicinal liquids?"
"I know a little. My mother was a third-grade Alchemist," Ling Mochen replied calmly.
Ling Mochen possessed the Alchemy inheritance left by his mother, which he had already committed to memory. Unfortunately, learning Alchemy consumed too many resources, so he dared not attempt it lightly.
Hearing the words "Alchemist," Yan Qingyan perked up. Alchemists held a prestigious status in the Cultivation World—even her Yan family only had one second-grade Alchemist as a guest elder!
Having chatted with Ling Mochen for so long, Yan Qingyan felt familiar enough to ask bluntly, "So what grade are you?"
Ling Mochen: …
He wasn’t even first-grade.