FVN Chapter 45 Qi Nourishing Pill
Chapter 45 Qi Nourishing Pill
Chapter 45 Qi Nourishing Pill
Han Mu clutched his chest and said, "I'm not crazy! You should apologize to Fellow Daoist Fang right now!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan was stunned for a moment, then a thin layer of anger appeared on his face. How could Han Mu, a dignified mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator, speak like this for a mere early-stage Qi Refining rogue cultivator?
What kind of system is this?
But he swallowed the words back down his throat.
He knows Han Mu too well.
There must be a reason why he would be so humble.
Sure enough, a very faint voice entered his ears; it was Han Mu's telepathic message: "Brother Zhao, do not be rash. This Fellow Daoist Fang is Immortal Qi's husband."
Zhao Xuan's expression changed drastically, and he replied telepathically, "How is that possible! Immortal Master Qi? Which Immortal Master Qi?"
But as soon as he said it, he understood.
He felt a chill run down his spine, and the impulse to hit someone earlier turned into cold sweat that trickled down his back.
He took a deep breath, cupped his hands in greeting to Fang Shi, and said in a voice three degrees lower than before, "Fellow Daoist Fang, I was reckless just now. These past few days, I've been testing talismans, and the turbid energy has been affecting my body, making my mind muddled. I've acted inappropriately and offended you. I hope you will forgive me."
As he spoke, he quickly added, "I only wanted to pat you on the shoulder and offer my greetings because I saw that you were working hard in your cultivation. I didn't mean to be presumptuous, so I'm really sorry."
Fang Shi remained calm and said, "Senior Zhao, you flatter me. I am fine."
Zhao Xuan said, "I dare not accept the title of 'senior.' My name is Zhao Xuan; please address me as 'Fellow Daoist Zhao.' We are both cultivators; there is no need for distinction of rank."
As he spoke, a smile spread across his face. The smile was initially a little stiff, but it grew softer and softer as he spoke, eventually becoming extremely sincere.
Suddenly, a clear, crisp voice came from the doorway: "Husband, are you happy?"
Fang Shi turned his head and saw Qi Xueyi standing gracefully by the door. Her light blue shirt shone softly in the white light of the Mingguang Talisman. She held a wildflower in her hand, its petals still glistening with dew, as if it had just been picked from outside.
Fang Shi asked, "You changed your clothes again?"
Qi Xueyi asked, "Oh, what kind of clothes did I wear just now?"
Fang swore, "I forgot."
Qi Xueyi curled her lip and said, "My husband always forgets my clothes. Does that mean you don't care about me?"
Fang Shi said, "I have a bad memory, but I remember you."
Upon hearing this, Qi Xueyi's downturned lips curled up again, and two faint blushes rose on her cheeks. She waved the wildflower in front of Fang Shi and said, "Oh dear, I was clearly asking if my husband was happy? How did we end up going off-topic? Husband, are you happy or not?"
Fang Shi asked, "What's there to be happy about?"
Qi Xueyi said, "Zhao Xuan apologized to you. Didn't you feel good about his arrogant and obsequious manner?"
Fang Shi said, "It's alright."
Qi Xueyi laughed and said, "It's alright, I'm just happy."
She placed the wildflower beside the cinnabar dish in front of the talisman table, then sat down opposite him, cupping her face in her hands and gazing intently at him.
"When I was a child, I accompanied my father to Mount Luofu, far beyond the Great Wilderness, to visit our elders. At that time, I was dressed simply, and an outer disciple of Mount Luofu, thinking I was a newly initiated servant, was arrogant towards me. Later, when he learned my identity, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, begging for my forgiveness. At that time, I thought that it was such an interesting thing to use one's status to intimidate others."
As she spoke, she laughed again, her laughter clear and crisp, like silver bells jingling in the wind.
Fang Shi said, "This is just the daily life of rogue cultivators. When they are wronged, they take it out on fellow cultivators of even lower status. But there are always times when they misjudge people. Being taught a lesson is the least of their worries. The worst thing is to be seriously injured, which would delay their production and cut off their livelihood. So, the kind of thing where someone is arrogant at first but obsequious at second is common among rogue cultivators. It's not something to be happy about; it's just something they're used to."
Qi Xueyi said, "Then I will never let my husband suffer again. Whoever makes my husband suffer, I will make them suffer even more."
Fang Shi originally wanted to say, "It's impossible. If you want to be carefree, you have to become an immortal. But becoming an immortal is so difficult. There are millions of people in the mortal world, and many of them have never even seen the beginning of the path to immortality." But that was really boring.
He changed the subject at that moment, asking instead, "Where did you pick these wildflowers?"
Qi Xueyi picked up the wildflower again, twirled it between her fingers, and shook off a few dewdrops from the petals, which landed on the talisman table, creating several small dots.
She said, "These flowers were picked from Falling Star Valley. There are only a few scattered blossoms. It's a pity that it's not May yet, and the lilacs haven't bloomed."
Fang Shi said, "I see."
Just as Fang Shi was about to say something, he suddenly heard a voice calling out, "Fellow Daoist Fang, Fellow Daoist Fang?"
When he came to his senses, the table and chairs opposite him were empty; Qi Xueyi had disappeared without him noticing.
The wildflower was gone; only a few small halos remained on the talisman table.
And Han Mu, who stood aside, eyes downcast and seemingly lost in thought.
Fang Shi looked at the palm-sized brocade box in Zhao Xuan's hand and asked, "What's this?"
Zhao Xuan shoved the brocade box into Fang Shi's hands, saying, "This is a token of my respect. Fellow Daoist Fang, please don't refuse. To refuse would be to look down on me."
Fang Shi whispered, "What?"
Zhao Xuan thought he was asking what was inside, so he smiled and said, "Just a Qi-Nourishing Pill. It's not worth much. Fellow Daoist Fang, please keep it."
He spoke of it casually, as if it were just a candy, but the words "Qi-Nourishing Pill" carried considerable weight among the rogue cultivators of Qiyuan Town.
One pill of Fifty Fragments of Spirit is worth more than half a month's income.
For a cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining, taking one pill is equivalent to a month of arduous cultivation.
Of course, that's from the perspective of others.
Fang Shi's cultivation technique had reached a high level, and he had also benefited from the mid-grade spiritual energy in Han Mu's stone house. His cultivation efficiency had increased several times over compared to before. A Qi Nourishing Pill was not enough for him to last a month, but it was enough to save him eight and a half days of work.
Fang Shi held the brocade box, looked at Zhao Xuan's smiling face, and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao is so kind, it would be impolite of me to refuse, so I will accept it without hesitation."
Upon hearing the words "Fellow Daoist Zhao," Zhao Xuan felt as if he had heard celestial music, and his whole body relaxed somewhat. He said, "Of course, of course. If Fellow Daoist Fang needs anything in the future, please feel free to come to me. Although I am not very talented, I still have some influence in Qiyuan Town."
As he spoke, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Fang Shi and said, "I shall take my leave now, so as not to disturb Fellow Daoist Fang's cultivation."
After saying that, he turned and left. As soon as he reached the door, from an angle that Fang Shi could not see, he quickened his pace and almost ran out the door.
Fang Shi looked down at the brocade box in his hand, opened it, and inside was a bright white pill that emitted a faint medicinal fragrance.
He closed the lid, placed the brocade box in a corner of the talisman table, and was about to lay out the paper to draw talismans when he suddenly heard Han Mu's voice behind him: "Fellow Daoist Fang."
Fang Shi turned around and saw Han Mu with one hand in his pocket, his fingers groping for something inside his clothes.
Fang Shi glanced at him and said, "You don't mean either—"
Han Mu said, "No, no."
Fang swore, "That's right, we should—"
At this moment, Han Mu pulled his hand out of his pocket, revealing a small, pure white porcelain bottle. He said, "How can one pill be enough? For Fellow Daoist Fang, two Qi-Nourishing Pills are needed."
Fang Shi stared at the porcelain vase, remaining silent for a moment.
He swallowed back the words he was about to say, "If I wanted to give them to you, I would have done so already."
Seeing that Fang Shi remained silent, Han Mu assumed that he was still dissatisfied with what had happened with Zhao Xuan earlier, and a layer of fine sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.
He said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, are you still dissatisfied with what happened with Brother Zhao earlier? If so, I'll go find him now and have him apologize again. Brother Zhao may have a bit of a temper, but he's not a bad person. Or—should I go and have him apologize again in front of Immortal Qi?"
Fang Shi remained silent.
Han Mu suddenly became anxious. Compared to Zhao Xuan's inexplicable erratic behavior, he himself had genuinely offended Fang Shi before.
Zhao Xuan had only bumped into him a little, and Fang Shi remained silent.
He only came to his senses when the gift was given.
So what about Han Mu?
However, he offended Fang Shi starting with the cold-proof talisman.
So, giving gifts is definitely not a bad idea.
And indeed, Fang Shi finally reached out and took the porcelain bottle, saying, "You decide what to do."
Upon seeing this, Han Mu was overjoyed, bending over so low he almost broke in two, and said, "Yes, yes! Fellow Daoist Fang, rest assured, I will handle it perfectly! No, I'll get on it right now! Right now!"
After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the door, even faster than Zhao Xuan had been.
In the instant he turned around, a very thin and faint wisp of black energy flashed past the spot on his chest where Zhao Xuan had bumped into him.
Fang Shi, however, did not notice.
He simply placed the brocade box and porcelain bottle side by side in a corner of the talisman table, then turned his head to look in the direction where Qi Xueyi was sitting.
She was still there, her hands cupping her face, her fingertips holding the wildflower. The dew on the petals had dried, but they were still fresh and vibrant, as if they had just been picked from the branch.
Fang Shi asked, "Is there a problem with the pills?"
Qi Xueyi watched Han Mu's departing figure, a strange smile curving her lips, and said, "Of course, no problem."
Fang Shidao said, "Are you sure? Won't you pick it up and take a look?"
Qi Xueyi said, "I come from a family of alchemists. I can tell the efficacy of medicine just by smelling it. Although the fire of that Qi-Nourishing Pill was a bit lacking, its medicinal power is sufficient. It's not a bad product."
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Next, thanks to Han Mu's "efforts," Fang Shi obtained another Qi-Nourishing Pill from Zhao Xuan.
Han Mu offered his gifts with great courtesy, and only then did he vow to accept them with equanimity.
Although the Qi-Nourishing Pill is good, it should not be taken immediately.
Just like refining magical power, consuming elixirs also requires consuming the meridians.
Fang Shi had spent most of the day cultivating in the dark room and had also drawn more than a dozen simple purification talismans. His meridians were already exhausted. Taking any more pills would be a waste of resources. Not only would the medicinal power not be fully absorbed, but it would also increase the burden on his meridians.
He planned to perform the Seven Steps of Spirit Invocation once he returned to his tent, and then take the pill once his meridians had recovered somewhat.
As Fang Shi was leaving the stone house after get off work, he encountered Zhao Hu on his way back to his tent.
Zhao Hu asked, "Brother Fang, why haven't I seen you cultivating at the spiritual veins these past two days?"
Fang Shi said, "I cultivate in Senior Han's stone house. There is also mid-grade first-level spiritual energy there."
Zhao Hu said, "You're really something. We can only soak in the spiritual vein for half an hour each day, and we have to queue up like we're fighting for food."
Fang Shi did not respond.
Zhao Hu didn't need him to answer, and changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Brother Fang, something happened today. At the construction site, a talisman tester accidentally bumped into that Sun Zhenxiu. Seeing that I wasn't bumped, he bumped into me again, like a child. You can't help but find it strange."
Fang Shi's heart stirred, recalling the scene when Zhao Xuan bumped into him, and he said, "Today, a senior who draws talismans, named Zhao Xuan, also bumped into me."
Zhao Hu's eyes widened. "Zhao Xuan? That mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator? He bumped into you? On purpose?"
Fang swore, "I don't know."
Zhao Hu's expression changed, and he said, "Brother Fang, you'd better be careful. He's at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, unlike those guys on the construction site who just mess around. If he really doesn't like you, he could easily trip you up, and you wouldn't be able to handle it."
Fang swore, "I understand."
Seeing his reaction, Zhao Hu said no more and simply said, "I'm going to queue up at the spiritual vein."
Fang Shi said, "Brother Zhao, please wait."
After Zhao Hu left, Fang Shi stood in front of his own tent and began performing the Seven Steps of Spirit Invocation.
He performs these rituals every day, and is becoming increasingly proficient at them.
[Seven Steps to Summon Spirits Proficiency +1]
【Seven Steps to Spirit Invocation (Proficient): 46/200】
After the treatment, Fang Shi felt much more relaxed, and most of the fatigue in his meridians dissipated.
He lifted the curtain, entered the tent, sat cross-legged on the futon, and took out the Qi-nourishing pill that Zhao Xuan had given him from his sleeve.
The brocade box was opened, and inside lay a translucent white pill, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.
To be honest, he had never taken any elixirs from childhood to adulthood.
When I was a child, my family was poor. Even when my parents were alive, we couldn't afford it. After they passed away, I didn't even dare to think about it.
This is the first time.
He put the pill in his mouth, closed his mouth, and swallowed it.
The moment it enters the stomach.
Fang Shi's own magical power gathered towards it, and instantly, a special "magical power" formed by the essence, spirit, and spiritual energy of the plants and trees flowed out of the pill continuously, intertwining with Fang Shi's own magical power.
He quickly gathered this mixed magical power and began to practice, using the "Minor Water Cloud Technique" to infuse his own essence, energy, and spirit into this special and easily refined "magical power," transforming it into his own magical power.
[Refining Level 2 +1]
[Second Level of Spirit Refinement: 84/200]
Fang Shi had just taken the elixir and was practicing his internal energy in his own tent to refine it.
Zhao Hu returned from his cultivation at the spiritual vein and passed by Fang Shi's tent.
Seeing that it was quiet inside, he assumed that Fang Shi had already rested, so he did not disturb him and went back to his own tent to review the day's exercise route.
To prepare for one's own skills to reach a higher level.
No sooner had I sat down than a wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I couldn't stop it, so I let out a big yawn.
"That's strange—"
Zhao Hu mumbled something, feeling as if his eyelids were weighed down by a thousand pounds. His body went limp, and he staggered and fell onto the straw mat. He fell into a deep sleep without even taking off his outer clothes.
Just as he closed his eyes, a wisp of extremely thin and faint black energy emerged from his body, like a snake awakening from hibernation, slowly unfurling and spreading out of the tent.
The first target was Fang Shi, who was refining pills near Zhao Hu's tent.
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