Chapter 14

Breakthrough!

The long-stagnant Ninth Rank of the Postnatal realm has finally been broken through!

Feng Yin, who had been diligently cultivating the Wind Seal, was overjoyed, but he quickly covered his nose.

A bit depressed.

Breaking through is a good thing, but this side effect seems a bit too much…

It seems others don’t experience this when they break through. Why do I end up with so much filth every time I break through?

Do I have to go through something like a public toilet explosion every time I break through?

That… would be quite embarrassing and unpleasant to talk about.

Yeah, and it smells really bad, really bad.

Ever since I started cultivating this technique, I feel like I’ve turned into a human automatic dung sprayer…

“Ew…”

The little thing on the bed, which had been quiet, suddenly became restless.

Its little nose wrinkled, and it was breathing heavily.

Even in its dreams, it looked disdainful.

“Damn… This must be stinking up my little thing…”

Feng Yin quickly opened the window to ventilate, then turned to take a shower.

Damn, it seems like I’ve taken several showers in the past few days. What’s going on?

He heard a chorus of curses from outside.

“What the hell is that smell… I was eating, and now I’ve choked. Damn…”

“Who? Who’s so lacking in public morals, did they soil their pants?”

“Come out, let us see. To be this smelly is quite a talent…”

“Damn, it’s mealtime. Can I even eat now? Do you have any sense of public morals, any sense of decency…”

“…”

Feng Yin ignored them completely.

You’re cursing the smelly person, but I’m now fresh and clean. What does it have to do with me?

He dried his hair and returned to the room.

In an era where men also have long hair, it’s still a bit hard to get used to…

“I’m now at the Ninth Rank of the Postnatal realm, not yet at the Innate realm. If I were to cultivate the original Jun Tian Hand technique, even in the most ideal state, it would take at least a year, and I might get stuck at the Half-Step Innate stage, making no further progress. After all, my original talent isn’t that great. But now… at this speed of the Spirit Transformation Classic, it shouldn’t take too long… maybe one or two months… right?” Feng Yin thought.

He was feeling his way, with no real reference, so it was hard to make a definitive conclusion.

“Next, I need to understand the specific levels of martial artists in the world.”

“I can’t just barge around blindly like before…”

“What Xu Lao San said was still too vague. After all, that guy is a fool, and his words are all over the place, making it easy to be misled.”

“I need to systematically understand the details, so I don’t end up not knowing what realm I’m in. That would be inexcusable.”

…

To be honest, before obtaining the Spirit Transformation Classic, Feng Yin wouldn’t have even considered such things.

Living day by day, with such an ordinary technique, and not being a genius, what’s the point of thinking so much?

Surviving is the top priority.

Breaking through to the Innate realm was a distant dream, and even reaching the peak of the Postnatal realm, the Half-Step Innate, was a huge goal for the old Feng Yin!

But now, with the Spirit Transformation Classic, Feng Yin’s mindset has changed dramatically.

Not only has his confidence increased, but he even feels a sense of “My fate is in my hands, not in the heavens.”

After all, I’m someone with a golden finger, and it’s a pretty amazing golden finger at that.

Not having big goals would be too embarrassing!

If before, reaching the rank of a gold medal assassin was the limit of my life, now I feel I can aim for the sacred realm.

Moreover, with this ability to create life and transform matter…

I can already see large sums of money flowing in like the waters of the Pacific Ocean.

If the Spirit Transformation Classic has given Feng Yin much more confidence, then the miraculous effects of the spirit energy have given him absolute confidence!

The Spirit Transformation Classic just makes cultivation faster, but it doesn’t say much yet, given the many strong people and his current low level.

But the effects of the spirit energy… well, well.

In any world, the four elements of cultivation—wealth, companions, methods, and land—are unavoidable!

And among these, wealth is always the first priority.

Money can command ghosts and even reach the divine, a universal truth in all worlds!

Every world has its rules.

Just because you have power beyond the ordinary doesn’t mean you can just take what you want.

Even in a chaotic world, such things don’t exist!

Making money is the top priority in any world.

And in every world, making money is equally difficult!

The Spirit Transformation Classic is certainly a good technique.

But Feng Yin still needs a lot of resources in his cultivation, not just the technique itself.

The most direct way to obtain these resources is money.

Large sums of money!

The ability of the spirit energy to effectively heal injuries and treat diseases is like opening a path to the heavens for Feng Yin!

The money on this path is everywhere, inexhaustible and endless.

But there is one condition: Feng Yin’s concern about keeping it secret and ensuring his own safety.

He needs to find a way to make money without exposing his abilities, a problem that needs to be solved urgently.

…

“What method should I use?”

Feng Yin frowned, deep in thought. It was time for Xu Lao San to take his medicine, so Feng Yin started to prepare it.

He used normal herbs, mixed them together, and then began to infuse a certain herb with the spirit energy of the Spirit Transformation Classic…

Just a thread, not a bit more, to cover it up, he added an extra piece of Huang Lian (a bitter herb).

This thing is great for clearing heat, and Xu Lao San definitely needs it.

“Here, the evening medicine, fifty taels.”

Xu Lao San was overjoyed and thanked him profusely: “Sir, you are truly a benevolent and skilled physician, a great benefactor of the people…”

He eagerly picked up the bowl and drank it in one go.

Then his face turned strange.

What the hell… What is this? Why is it so bitter?

Although the previous medicine was also bitter, this time it was at least twice as bitter as before!

Twice as bitter!

And not only that, the warm feeling in his chest and abdomen, the feeling of his injuries gradually healing, where did it go?

…

Feng Yin frowned and asked, “How is it? I adjusted the formula based on your condition. It should still be effective, right?”

“This…”

Xu Lao San’s face was full of bitterness: “…Why… Why do I feel nothing?”

“No feeling?”

Feng Yin nodded thoughtfully: “That’s right.”

He then picked up the bowl and turned to leave.

Xu Lao San was momentarily stunned.

No feeling is right?

What kind of logic is that?

Seeing Feng Yin at the door, Xu Lao San tentatively asked, “Sir… Are you testing the medicine?”

“Yeah.”

Feng Yin didn’t hide it.

This was a temporary solution he had thought of after much deliberation.

The core was to test whether the spirit energy of the Spirit Transformation Classic could be transferred through herbs, while the surface was to create the illusion of testing a new medicine.

This would soon spread: the divine physician, after countless tests, has finally created a miraculous medicine that can shock the world, the perfect cover for the spirit energy…

“Sir, I will do my best to cooperate! I will drink the medicine well… and help your experiment to be completed as soon as possible, so I can make a small contribution…”

Xu Lao San was overjoyed, volunteering himself, feeling he had found a path to recovery without spending money.

“You think what? Fifty taels per bowl, no freebies.”

Feng Yin said.

“Ah, this…”

Xu Lao San was dumbfounded.

You’re experimenting on me and still charging me money?

“Not willing? Oh, it’s fine if you’re not willing. I’m sure many people outside would be willing to cooperate.”

Feng Yin said indifferently, about to leave.

With a thud, his trouser leg was grabbed.

Xu Lao San, with tears and snot, said, “Sir, I’m willing, Sir…”

“I’m willing to do anything…”

“Sir, I’m at your disposal. Use me however you want from now on.”

Xu Lao San said humbly.

“Hmph! You scoundrel! Your brain is smaller than an apricot kernel, full of tofu pudding, and you’re trying to outsmart me…”

Feng Yin left with a long stride.

Xu Lao San was frustrated, angry but unable to say anything.

After a long time, he took out a ruler and measured his head, muttering, “Are your apricot kernels this big?”

…

Midnight.

Feng Yin prepared the medicine again.

This time, he boiled all the herbs, including the extra Huang Lian, into a decoction, and then infused a thread of spirit energy directly into the decoction…

He took the bowl over.

Xu Lao San drank it in one go, his face turning even more bitter, then he smacked his lips.

“Sir, this medicine… it’s working, it’s working. Although it’s even more bitter, I feel much better after a while, but compared to the previous bowl, the effect is not as obvious…”

This was expected.

The previous bowl made Xu Lao San feel almost transcendentally comfortable.

This bowl, while still effective, was much less potent, a noticeable difference to the patient.

“Hmm…”

Feng Yin frowned and said, “Do you know why I adjusted the formula? This feeling is the best. The medicine should be balanced and harmonious. Too fast or too slow can overburden the body. If it’s always as intense as before, it might feel great, but it can leave hidden problems. This gradual healing is the most stable approach.”

“Illness comes like a mountain collapsing, but it leaves like a thread being pulled. You need to understand this.”

“Sir, you’re right. Your words are profound. I’ve learned a lot.”

Indeed, it can be mixed into the decoction or ointment, but not just attached to one herb. This seems feasible…

Feng Yin took the bowl back, frowned in thought, and started to prepare porridge for the little one.

The little one ate with a look of disdain, its tiny face wrinkled, gulping it down.

Besides porridge, can’t you make anything else?

Milk?

No milk, even a bottle of air would do… I need something to suck on…

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