Chapter 8

Song Ting immediately began to inspect the pill he had picked up.

[Unknown pill, effects unknown]

Song Ting's heart trembled; the unknown was the most terrifying.

He suspected that the dead medicine boys had all been testing the pills and had met with accidents.

Under Wen Yueqi's soft and cute gaze, Song Ting still put the pill in his mouth.

"System, change the unknown pill to candy!"

[This modification requires 10 Yin-Yang points, modify?]

Holding the pill in his mouth, Song Ting quickly confirmed, and the pill in his mouth turned into candy.

With a gulp, Song Ting swallowed the candy.

Wen Yueqi, dragging her shackles, curiously walked over and asked weakly, "How do you feel?"

Song Ting spoke the truth: "I don't feel anything, it's just like eating candy."

"Oh, is that so? The pill-making went wrong again."

"Clearly, the last medicine boy foamed at the mouth, convulsed, and his soul began to swell after taking it."

"At least you didn't die, we can try again, hoping it will work this time."

Song Ting couldn't imagine such harmful words coming from the mouth of a small, cute girl.

Wen Yueqi, who looked harmless, made Song Ting feel cold inside.

"Oh, by the way, the spirit fields in the back yard also need you to weed and water. Go now."

"After the sun sets, come back to me, and I'll give you the contribution points."

After saying this, Wen Yueqi crossed her legs, hugged her milk bottle, and sat in front of the alchemy furnace to observe the fire.

Song Ting accepted the order and was more than happy to leave the alchemy room, far away from the act of testing pills.

A few miles behind the alchemy room was the medicinal field.

The medicinal field was vast, and with Song Ting's current eyesight, he couldn't see the edge.

In front of the field was a spirit spring, from which misty spiritual energy rose, at least dozens of times more concentrated than the spiritual energy in the outer disciples' caves!

Next to the spirit spring were some specialized spirit farming tools for weeding, fertilizing, and watering.

Song Ting squatted by the spirit spring and lightly touched the water with his hand, immediately feeling incredibly comfortable.

"If only I could cultivate here."

He sighed, then picked up the spirit tool by the spring and began to work diligently.

By the time the sun was about to set, Song Ting had already figured out the information of half the crops in the spirit field.

The most valuable was the green spirit peach tree deep in the spirit field.

Spirit plants are divided into four grades: Spirit, Holy, Immortal, and Dao.

Spirit medicines are further divided into Heavenly Spirit Medicine, Earthly Spirit Medicine, and Ordinary Spirit Medicine, each with ranks from one to nine.

The green spirit peach fruit belongs to the ninth rank of Heavenly Spirit Medicine, and an old one can be considered a half-step Holy Medicine.

"I'm not afraid you'll steal one," Song Ting thought to himself.

"System, if I take the green spirit peach fruit, will it have a big effect?"

[Host, you have mixed spirit roots and a mortal body. Unless it's a high-grade Immortal or Dao medicine, it won't have much effect on you.]

The system bluntly told the truth.

As far as Song Ting knew, in this world, Immortal-grade plants were kept by top forces, and there were only a few of them, and it was unknown if they were high-grade.

As for Dao-grade medicines, it was said that such high-quality medicines were favored by heaven and earth, and had mostly transformed into spirits, monsters, or ghosts, ruling their territories.

"I won't think about it anymore, I'll freeze the body first, or it will really start to stink."

Song Ting put the spirit farming tools back in place, patted his hands, and returned to the alchemy room.

Back in the alchemy room, Wen Yueqi transferred the day's contribution points into Song Ting's token.

With ten contribution points, Song Ting quickly exchanged a small freezing spell in the scripture hall.

After learning it, he froze Wang Xiaowen's body.

After doing this, Song Ting began to plan the raid down the mountain a month later.

"I need a spell first."

"I can't do without a weapon."

"Better to have some armor too."

For the next month, Song Ting's daily routine was dual cultivation and working for Wen Yueqi.

His Yin-Yang points reached 2000.

What surprised Song Ting was that Wen Yueqi actually refined a useful pill!

One early morning, Song Ting went to the pill peak as usual, preparing to turn Wen Yueqi's pill into candy.

But when Song Ting picked up the pill this time, he found that it emitted a wonderful aura.

"System, inspect!"

[Third-grade Soul Nourishing Pill, high-grade pill, the user can nourish the soul and strengthen the spirit sense!]

After learning the information, Song Ting gave a strange look to Wen Yueqi, who was drinking milk.

It turned out that the baby wasn't a poison master but had some skills.

Song Ting was delighted and used 150 Yin-Yang points to change the third-grade Soul Nourishing Pill into a ninth-grade Soul Nourishing Pill.

The pill entered his stomach and transformed into powerful medicinal energy, rushing straight to Song Ting's sea of consciousness through his meridians and acupoints!

In the sea of consciousness, the originally weak soul was nourished by the medicinal energy and grew at an incredible speed, quickly filling the entire sea of consciousness!

"Damn, the medicinal energy is a bit too strong." Song Ting felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a thud.

When he woke up again, Song Ting saw Wen Yueqi kneeling on the bed, staring at him with big eyes.

"So small." He inwardly lamented.

At this moment, his spirit sense was dozens of times stronger than before. Even without looking at that place, he could sense Wen Yueqi's figure through the air penetrating his robe.

"You're awake." Wen Yueqi spoke slowly, pointing to Song Ting's forehead, "How do you feel?"

Song Ting sat up on the bed: "Elder, I feel my spirit sense has become stronger."

"Oh, I know that."

"Didn't you just look at my chest?"

Song Ting's mouth twitched; he had been deceived by Wen Yueqi's innocent appearance.

She was at least a Golden Core cultivator and knew that Song Ting had used his spirit sense to peek at her.

But seeing Wen Yueqi's calm eyes, Song Ting chose to tell a small lie: "Disciple's spirit sense leaked unintentionally..."

After a month as a medicine boy, Song Ting knew that Wen Yueqi seemed a bit mentally underdeveloped, simple and naive, and didn't understand the ways of men and women, making her a refreshing presence in the Joyful Union Sect.

Wen Yueqi nodded: "You survived, which means my pill formula was correct."

"Are there no other side effects?" Wen Yueqi confirmed again.

Song Ting shook his head. He could now greatly expand his spirit sense and see the green spirit peach fruit deep in the spirit field while sitting here.

This level was probably not inferior to the spirit sense of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Wen Yueqi nodded thoughtfully and then jumped off the bed to go back to the alchemy room.

With a powerful spirit sense, Song Ting operated the spirit farming tools more skillfully. By noon, he had harvested all the spirit medicines needed for the day.

After receiving the contribution points for this time, minus the ten points spent on the small freezing spell, Song Ting had 290 contribution points left.

He used these points to exchange for a spell known for its offensive power in the scripture hall.

He then went to the forging shop to exchange for a weapon and armor.

Looking at what he had bought after a month of hard work, Song Ting raised his eyebrows, planning to use Yin-Yang points to enhance them.

"There are only a few days left before going down the mountain, Shi Xingwang, and those Longyang seniors."

"Don't let me run into you."