A year passed.
Ning Chuan could be said to live in seclusion.
Other than the disciples of the Pill House who came to collect herbs every six months, there were not many people who came to the herb garden.
During this period, Deacon Wang also returned to the herbal garden. However, he quickly stayed for a few days and left after taking some herbs.
According to Deacon Wang, he was going to refine some kind of elixir for Sect Leader Bai Qinghe and the elders to help them break through to the realm of first-rate experts.
Ning Chuan naturally didn't care about such things and continued to hide in his small world.
However, it was worth mentioning that because Ning Chuan had taken good care of the herbal garden in the past year, the Pill House had specially given him three Blood Refinement Pills.
After a year of hard work, Ning Chuan had finally developed a sense of Qi, but his Sword Drawing Technique had not improved at all.
This situation also made Ning Chuan sigh helplessly. How inferior was his aptitude?
Those servant disciples had all produced a trace of internal strength, but he had only just felt the sense of qi after a year of bitter cultivation.
Comparisons were fatal.
Although Ning Chuan was secretly complaining about his talent, when he thought about his eternal life, this frustration was thrown to the back of his mind.
However, half a year later, something happened that made Ning Chuan ecstatic.
....
This was what happened.
On this day, Ning Chuan took care of the herbal garden as usual.
However, when he was weeding, he accidentally cut his finger and a drop of blood fell on a herb.
However, Ning Chuan naturally didn't take it seriously when he cut his finger.
However, when he woke up the next day, he found that his injured finger had healed, and there was no scar!
This made Ning Chuan wonder if his finger was really cut yesterday.
Although Ning Chuan had some doubts in his heart, he didn't think too much about it. However, when he took care of the herb garden again, he suddenly realized that one of the herbs in the herb garden had become ten-year-old.
Ning Chuan was very sure that no one knew the growth years of all the herbs in the herb garden better than him.
He was even more certain that there were no ten-year-old herbs in the herb garden.
This was because once a herb reached ten years old, it would be taken away by the Pill House.
Moreover, he had been managing the herb garden for a year and a half. Ning Chuan knew better than anyone whether there were ten-year-old herbs in the herb garden.
…….
In the herb garden!
Ning Chuan squatted down and stared at the ten-year-old lingzhi in front of him.
The initial shock in his eyes turned into passion, and even his face began to distort due to the uncontrollable excitement in his heart.
"This lingzhi…?"
Ning Chuan's body was trembling, and his eyes were flickering violently as he looked at the ten-year-old Lingzhi.
Because of yesterday!
Just yesterday!
He had cut his finger while weeding in this place.
A drop of blood dripped onto the ground!
Ning Chuan tried hard to recall the scene of his finger being cut yesterday. His blood had dripped onto this lingzhi.
Suddenly!
A thread of enlightenment flashed across Ning Chuan's mind!
Immortality?
Endless lifespan?
My blood?
Ten-year-old lingzhi?
Boom!
It was as if thunder from the nine heavens was striking down, as if the waves of the Immensity Sea were attacking!
Ning Chuan's brain exploded, and he was shocked to the ground, as if he had turned into a clay puppet!
Time seemed to stop at this moment.
Space seemed to freeze at this moment.
Ning Chuan did not react at all. Even his eyes were frozen to the extreme.
After a long time!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ning Chuan's mouth was breathing heavily.
His dull gaze gradually recovered, but his eyes turned red as he stared at the ten-year-old lingzhi in front of him.
"What the f * ck am I!"
In the next moment.
Ning Chuan directly cursed and wanted to slap himself twice.
He understood!
Ning Chuan finally understood!
So it turned out!
His blood could hasten the growth of herbs!
That's right!
Immortality, endless lifespan!
The blood in his body also contained life force, so it could naturally produce herbs!
He figured out the key.
Ning Chuan really wanted to call himself an idiot.
It took him a year and a half to discover such a simple principle.
If he hadn't accidentally cut his finger and let his blood drip onto the lingzhi, he probably wouldn't have discovered this secret.
Delight.
Excitement.
He was ecstatic.
Ning Chuan even reached a state of madness. He wanted to laugh at the sky, but he tried his best to restrain his extreme excitement.
Calm down!
You better be steady!
In his extreme excitement and madness, Ning Chuan kept telling himself to calm down and not to attract the attention of others because of his arrogance.
Finally!
After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Ning Chuan calmed down from his extreme excitement.
Furthermore, he discovered an extremely serious problem!
The year when his blood could produce herbs!
If this matter was found out…
An immortal mortal with an endless lifespan!
A mortal whose blood could produce herbs!
Hiss!
Ning Chuan couldn't help but gasp.
He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head. The joy in his heart completely disappeared, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.
There were cultivators and demons in this world.
If these martial arts sects knew about his secret, they would definitely chop him up and eat him!
To be careless!
He had to hide!
He had to live well!
Only by hiding until he was invincible could he have the strength to fear nothing.
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