Chapter 17 Absorbing Spirituality
"Ye Feng, we looked down on you before. I didn't expect you to have the talent of picking herbs. Well, shopkeeper Zhang is right. You are indeed not a waste. Situ."
"In this case, I can't waste your talent. Let's do this. From tomorrow on, you will be a member of the Zhaojiazhuang herb collection team. You only need to turn in one yellow-level middle-grade elixir to Zhuangzi every day. You and your sister Hua Ling, you can live peacefully in Zhuangzi," Zhao Tianle said with a smile as he narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
Hua Ling was furious.
Turn in a medium-grade elixir every day?
Why do not you go to hell?
Although my brother picked a lot of medicinal materials this time, picking medicines depends on luck. Let alone middle-grade elixirs, even low-grade elixirs sometimes may not be able to pick one plant in a day. Moreover, in this way, one must collect it every day. Enter the Great Black Forest.
Sooner or later something will happen!
This guy really eats people without spitting out their bones.
"Deacon Zhao, you are joking. The elixir will eventually run out. There are not many middle-grade elixirs appearing in the periphery. Let alone one plant every day, I am afraid that one plant every ten days will not be enough."
Ye Feng spoke slowly. As he spoke, he looked at the large dustpans filled with medicinal materials on the long table.
There are so many medicinal materials gathered here, and the spirituality emanating from them has already made the evergreen veins ready to move. Ye Feng has been enduring it, but it is not convenient for him to do weird things in public.
Now that Zhao Tianle had nothing to do, Ye Feng found an opportunity.
"However, I, Ye Feng, cannot ignore Deacon Zhao's kindness. Let me think about it..."
"You'd better agree!" Zhao Tianle's face darkened and he threatened, "Zhaojiazhuang does not raise idle people!"
After hearing this, Ye Feng's expression became very ugly, and his body froze motionless.
The onlookers thought that Ye Feng had frightened Deacon Zhao.
Waste is waste after all, and if you are even slightly frightened, you will be frightened into confusion, hum...
"Okay. Deacon Zhao, but my exposure to medicinal materials has been too short, and I don't know many elixirs. Can you give me some time to carefully observe those medicinal materials." After a long time, Ye Feng nodded helplessly. , pointing to the big dustpan on the long table.
"Go!"
Not to mention the joy in Zhao Tianle's heart.
But on the surface, he pretended to be indifferent and waved his hand generously.
"Brother, how can you agree to such a condition?" Hua Ling whispered urgently. She reached out to pull Ye Feng, but Ye Feng turned around and gave her a look.
"Do you believe it, brother?"
"I believe it, but..." Hua Ling still wanted to say something.
"Just a letter is enough. Come, take a look at those elixirs with your brother. I'll know them next time." Ye Feng led her over with a smile and grabbed the most conspicuous century-old ginseng from the big dustpan. …
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One after another.
Soon, Ye Feng touched all the elixir contained in the big dustpan. In the eyes of Zhao Tianle and others, he just touched it casually and then put it back.
The contact time does not exceed a few breaths.
But who knew that Ye Feng's casual touch would be serious. Basically, every medicinal plant had almost all its spirituality drained away. This was because Ye Feng was worried about arousing suspicion, so he deliberately left a little bit of the medicine behind.
It will be enough to smoke it for seven or eight times, otherwise the dustpan elixir will have no potency at all, and even a fool can tell that something is wrong.
Ye Feng is certainly not afraid of Zhao Tianle now, but even if he can kill Zhao Tianle, there are still people in Zhaojiazhuang who are stronger than Zhao Tianle, especially the owner of the village, Zhao Dapeng, who is a master of the seventh level of transparency, the pinnacle of the warrior realm.
Compared with Zhao Dapeng, Ye Feng has a big gap.
After absorbing the spirituality, the medicinal power quickly entered the meridians and was transformed into internal energy and power by the evergreen veins. At this moment, an unexpected change occurred that Ye Feng did not expect.
After absorbing enough elixirs in the Great Black Forest, Ye Feng's cultivation had already entered the third stage of perfecting the Tiger Power Realm before he killed the Flame Tiger. His power was even stronger than that of the fourth level Blood Exchange Realm warriors. .
He has been unable to enter the blood exchange realm for a long time, but has encountered a cultivation bottleneck.
But now, after absorbing the medicinal properties of a century-old wild ginseng and two other middle-grade elixirs as well as many low-grade elixirs, the huge energy transformed from the evergreen veins has opened the closed bottleneck bit by bit.
In other words, Ye Feng is now about to break through again.
When a warrior enters the fourth level of blood exchange, while his strength increases, his qi and blood will become as powerful as smoke, and ordinary blood will condense into essence blood. At this time, Ye Feng felt a stream of heat rolling around in his full Dantian, making the blood in his entire body begin to boil.
His body slowly became hot, and his face turned as red as blood.
This was originally a good thing, but it happened to be the wrong time. Ye Feng was not strong enough yet to let Zhao Tianle and others notice the abnormality.
"Ouch!" His mind was spinning rapidly, but he groaned loudly on purpose.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever? I feel your body is so hot." Hua Ling immediately hurriedly supported Ye Feng.
"Hua Ling, brother is feeling a little uncomfortable. Let's go back first." Ye Feng leaned most of his body on Hua Ling's shoulder, forcibly suppressing his Dantian cultivation to prevent the blood exchange state from arriving early.
"Haha, this waste must be poisoned."
"Back then, my eldest brother went to the Dahei Forest to collect medicine. He had the same symptoms after inhaling the poisonous gas. His whole body became red, and gradually the whole body would fester. It took him three days and three nights to die in pain. All the skin and flesh on his body were scratched to pieces. Then It’s called miserable.”
"In fact, it's a matter of time. This time, the little loser is lucky to survive. Will he be so lucky next time? The deacon asked this loser to hand in a medium-grade spiritual medicine every day."
"Once the loser dies, Hua Ling will never escape the deacon's hand again..."
"The toad ate the swan meat, a flower, alas, what a pity..."
"What a pity, you, stay away from me. If the deacon hears you, you're dead."
Seeing Ye Feng, who was "painful" and was supported by Hua Ling to walk farther and farther away, the Zhao people who were watching pointed at their backs and talked excitedly, and Zhao Tianle, who was standing on the high platform, saw the scene of Ye Feng just now, but a rare solemnity flashed in his eyes.
However, this solemnity quickly disappeared, replaced by a touch of coldness.
"It is somewhat similar to the fourth level of blood exchange, but... it is impossible. There has never been a peerless person in Yuanwu Continent who has awakened his martial veins and reached the blood exchange level in less than ten days."
"It seems that he was really poisoned. Humph, it's better to die, so as to save me trouble..."
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It was night.
In the middle of the Zhao family courtyard, a large pot was set up high, and several servants were busy pulling the bellows and adding firewood...