Eat!
Eat like crazy!
He was wasting a heavenly treasure and eating like a pig!
A thousand-year-old ginseng was broken into several pieces by Ning Chuan and sent into his mouth. However, he was not satisfied. He casually picked up a thousand-year-old red fruit and threw it into his mouth again.
The huge medicinal power exploded in Ning Chuan's dantian, turning into a hot current that surged through his eight extraordinary meridians. Then, it returned to his dantian and gradually calmed down.
"Phew!"
Ning Chuan sat cross-legged and stopped his cultivation. He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. His ordinary face was flushed, and his eyes were shining when he opened and closed.
"I've finally reached the realm of a third-rate expert!”
Ning Chuan whispered softly, a touch of gratification flashing across his eyes.
Ever since he found out that his blood could accelerate the growth of herbs, he had never been able to do so.
After a year, in addition to researching his immortality, Ning Chuan continued to grow some herbal seeds to reach a thousand-year-old age.
After a year of hard work, Ning Chuan had eaten more than a dozen thousand-year-old herbs. With the efficacy of these thousand-year-old herbs, he had finally entered the realm of third-rate masters.
Some people might have doubts.
Why did it take Ning Chuan a year to become a third-rate master after eating so many thousand-year-old herbs? Wasn't his progress a little too slow?
The reason was simple.
First of all.
Although the thousand-year-old herb was extremely precious, it was not a heaven-defying item.
The second point.
The efficacy of these thousand-year-old herbs was too simple. Even if Ning Chuan ate more than a dozen of them, he would only increase his cultivation by 30 years.
The third point.
Ning Chuan's martial arts foundation and talent were too poor.
If it were those geniuses who had eaten so many thousand-year-old herbs, their internal strength would have increased by at least sixty years, and they would have stepped into the realm of first-rate experts.
The fourth and most important point.
These thousand-year-old herbs were completely wasted by Ning Chuan. They were all eaten by Hu Sihai and did not have the greatest effect.
Ning Chuan didn't understand this at first.
It was only when he received a book from the cultivation imparting pavilion," Random Talks on Herbs," that he finally realized how wasteful it was for him to eat these thousand-year-old herbs.
Herbs were mutually reinforcing.
No matter how old the herbs were, their medicinal effects were all singular. Only when they were combined with other herbs to refine into pills could they truly unleash the greatest effect of the herbs.
This was also the reason why there had always been the saying of alchemy since ancient times.
When Ning Chuan understood this, he naturally became interested in alchemy.
After all, thousand-year-old medicinal herbs were readily available to him. If he could refine them into pills, it would definitely improve his cultivation by leaps and bounds.
……
However, what was worth mentioning was that Ning Chuan's Sword Drawing Arts had actually been cultivated to the Perfection Stage, only one step away from the Small Success Stage.
Ning Chuan couldn't help but suspect that the speed at which he cultivated the Sword Drawing Technique was definitely related to his 30 years of internal strength.
Ning Chuan had secretly tested the power of the sword drawing technique.
He drew his sword, drew his sword, and sheathed his sword!
Just one move!
The sword light was so fast that no one could see it clearly. A pine tree was directly cut into two. Its power simply made Ning Chuan dumbfounded.
Ning Chuan was very sure.
Although he was only a third-rate expert at the moment, he could kill a second-rate expert with a single sword strike with his Sword Drawing Technique.
In the entire Iron Sword Sect, except for the Sect Leader Bai Qinghe, who was a top second-rate expert, the other four elders were only second-rate experts.
However, Ning Chuan was not complacent because of his sudden increase in cultivation. Instead, he became more cautious.
Because Ning Chuan knew one thing.
There was always someone better than him.
A small Iron Sword Sect was nothing.
If he became arrogant just because of his little achievement, then he would die without a burial place because of his arrogance and pride in the future.
Moreover…
Ning Chuan had never thought of himself as the protagonist of fate.
He knew very well that only by keeping a low profile and being a sneaky person in the dark, quietly increasing his strength was his right path.
…….
Of course.
During this year, apart from cultivating and researching his body of immortality, Ning Chuan had also gone to the Technique Teaching Pavilion twice to return the original copies of the Sword Drawing Technique and the Qi Drawing Formula.
And because he had developed a trace of Qi, Ning Chuan successfully advanced to an outer sect disciple. He could finally step into the second level of the Skill Teaching Pavilion and choose some martial arts to cultivate again.
Normally speaking.
Ning Chuan had advanced to an outer disciple, so the job of a servant disciple in the herb garden was not suitable for him.
However, Ning Chuan had joined the Iron Sword Sect for almost three years, and he had just developed the Qi sense. This made the deacon of the Iron Sword Sect speechless about Ning Chuan's cultivation talent.
Under Ning Chuan's humble request, he continued to take care of the herbal garden.
Although Ning Chuan's cultivation talent was extremely poor.
However, in the past three years, there had been no mistakes in managing the herbal garden.
The Iron Sword Sect's examiner naturally agreed.
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