Deng Qianli, a Golden Core cultivator from the Peak of Medicinal Cloud, stood by Qin Mo’s side, who was unconscious on the daybed. The Golden Core cultivator showed a grim expression as he turned to the anxious crowd and said, “This is a new variant of the poison, the Clear Breeze Pill can no longer detoxify it.”
Jin Linfeng showed a grave expression upon hearing this as he paced back and forth in place with great concerns, mumbling, “Then what should we do?”
Deng Qianli remained in place and watched Jin Linfeng’s anxious expression without speaking. After he got his fill, he began slowly, “The Clear Breeze Pill is a low-grade yellow-tier medicinal pill, but if you add one more herbal ingredient, you can refine it into a high-grade yellow-tier medicinal pill, the Smooth Wind Pill, which can detoxify the poison in his body.”
Jin Linfeng was overjoyed with this piece of information. Medicinal pills are divided into four tiers: heaven, earth, black, and yellow. Based on the level of medicinal pills an alchemist can refine, they are also divided into these four tiers. People who resided in the Peak of Medicinal Cloud are best at refining medicinal pills, especially Deng Qianli, the Golden Core cultivator in the Peak of Medicinal Cloud, who was already a black-tier alchemist. Refining yellow-tier medicine pills is like child’s play for him.
Seeing Jin Linfeng’s reappearing smile, Deng Qianli showed a faint curve of mockery smirk, saying, “But this one additional herbal ingredient is none other than the millennial jade-root grass, an extremely rare material.”
“What? You mean the Peak of Medicinal Cloud doesn’t have this millennial jade-root grass?” Jin Linfeng’s heart tightened up once more.
“There is, but at a low quantity. It will require a large number of spirit stones and contribution points. Are you sure you want to use it?” The light in Deng Qianli’s eyes flickered, looking very devious from Jin Linfeng’s point of view.
“Of course! As for spirit stones and contribution points…” Jin Linfeng paused and turned to Qin Mo on the daybed, continuing, “Have Xiao Mo pay for it once he is awake.” As he said that, he cursed inwardly. Deng Qianli, this old fox is really bloodsucking vermin, draining anyone dry at any possible chance and squeezing out all of the spirit stones he could from anyone before stopping.
Qin Mo, who was unconscious on the daybed, was completely unaware how he had been burdened with a huge amount of debt. Although his body was still lying on the bed, his soul seemed to be trapped in a closed space. The past twenty or so years of his life and the short fifteen years of Qin Mo’s life, the true Senior Martial Brother, were playing before his eyes.
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He is an indifferent individual and not very friendly with other disciples. In just fifteen years of life, apart from cultivation, he only got his Junior Martial Sister, Jin Ling’er.
Watching the original host’s memories this far, Qin Mo sighed. He finally understood why the other person would turn to demonic cultivation after being defeated by Lin Zizheng, who also snatched Jin Ling’er away. After the only two meaningful things in his life were negated, even a saint would go insane.
Qin Mo raised his right hand and a spark of purple lightning appeared at his fingertips, flickering with a hint of bewilderment. Now with all of the original host’s memories, he had naturally learnt how to channel his spiritual energy.
As he looked at the pure white world around him once more, he furrowed slightly. What was this place and how on earth could he get out?
A cool sensation suddenly poured into his mouth and slowly permeated his body. This brought a sense of ease and balance throughout his whole being, and his body, which had been in pain, also became relaxed as well.
A strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart. Unlike the floating and powerlessness he had just experienced, his body seemed to be under his control again.
He snapped open his eyes and the white sunlight from the outside world suddenly shone into his eyes. Not adjusted to the brightness yet, it took him a few blinks of discomfort before he could see what was in front of him. A face was way too close to his own, almost touching his cheek. This shocked Qin Mo as he instinctively bent his right hand up.
“Dear me, Xiao Mo, you’re finally awake!” The close-up face showed a smile of pleasant surprise, followed by stepping back. Only then could Qin Mo see the man’s appearance; it was his master, Jin Linfeng.
“What great news! Lest people don’t believe in my medicinal pills.” Seeing Qin Mo wake up, Deng Qianli on the side also showed a smile. After all, Qin Mo could be regarded as a child they had watched grow up, so their affection was different from others.
“However, three thousand low-grade spirit stones and three thousand contribution points, and not one less. To use up two of my jade-root grasses.” Near the end of his sentence, Deng Qianli spoke through his gritted teeth. He was obviously distressed having used that herbal ingredient.
When Qin Mo heard this, his whole body froze as somewhat disoriented gears in his brain instantly turned. Spirit stones are the universal currency in the Cultivation World, divided into low-grade, mid-grade, and high-grade spirit stones. The Yueqing Sect regularly issued spirit stones monthly to disciples, in very small quantities. At the same time, the Yueqing Sect’s disciples can receive missions from the elder who is responsible for assigning missions within the sect, and in return, earn spirit stones. The contribution points refer to sect contribution points, which must also be collected from the same elder that handled all the missions.
The original host was originally an orphan, didn’t have a large background like other disciples who could receive resources from their great family, and on top of that, he didn’t often go out of his way to do missions, leaving him with very little spirit stones income. Similarly, his point contributions were nearly nonexistent. To him, the amount Deng Qianli just mentioned was a huge sum.
Qin Mo sighed inside. It seemed that he needed to complete more missions during this period to pay off this debt.
With that train of thought, he had already stood up straight and glanced at the two men in front of him. Without showing a hint of emotion, he gave a soft affirmative response.
After hearing Qin Mo’s answer, not only Jin Linfeng, but also Deng Qianli, who had been the one that just asked for the spirit stones, were stunned in place. They didn’t expect Qin Mo to agree so frankly. After all, although the jade-root grass is precious, two of them were not three thousand low-grade spirit stones expensive. Could it be that Qin Mo didn’t know the value of the jade-root grass?
Immediately afterward, Deng Qianli, the first person to register the situation, checked Qin Mo’s slightly pursed thin lips and full serious expression. The Golden Core cultivator’s cheeks suddenly burned red from embarrassment. In a flash of moving, his shadow disappeared from where he stood as he left only one sentence that echoed quickly in the air, “Just hand the spirit stones to Deng Tong from the Peak of Medicinal Cloud.”
On the side, things instantly sunk in for Jin Linfeng as he glared at the spot where Deng Qianli had disappeared, cursing, “Old fox!” He then turned to Qin Mo, and said, wishing he had taught his disciple better, “How could you accept that demand!”
Qin Mo looked at Jin Linfeng before him, and suddenly, the friendly relation this man had with the original host flashed before his eyes. The person in front of him was the one who raised him with two hands. Thinking of this, Qin Mo’s heart felt warm inexplicably. Raising the corner of his lips slightly, he said, “No worries. I can accept missions and find your sweet-dew grass along the way.”
The sweet-dew grass is the main ingredient needed to refine the Nascent Soul Pill, and a helpful medicinal pill in advancing a Golden Core cultivator to Nascent Soul. For someone like Jin Linfeng, who is at the peak of the Golden Core stage, this is exactly what he needed.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Mo’s face. As if the biting ice had just melted, and for a moment, there was a feeling of spring warmth and blooming flowers.
Jin Linfeng suddenly gawked at the sight of his disciples before covering his eyes with his hands. He murmured under his breath, “Just stop smiling.” Qin Mo had rarely smiled since he was a child. Now to smile like this, it was really…an ill omen!
The smile at the corners of Qin Mo’s lips froze in place. He didn’t quite understand what Jin Linfeng meant. Did he look ugly when smiling? He furrowed his brow and looked at Jin Linfeng, who was still stupefied in place with his eyes covered. So, Qin Mo regained his usual expressionless appearance, straightened his unwrinkled clothes, and turned around to leave. He still had missions waiting for him.
Sensing that Qin Mo had left, Jin Linfeng put down his hands and the playful expression on his face disappeared. He reached out and stroked his beard, watching the departing youth’s fluttering white-robe and mumbling, “Yue Zhongling, that boy, what nonsense was he spilling? How could someone take over Xiao Mo’s body? He even knows the secret of how I’m in need of sweet-dew grass.” Then he shook his head and left the place as well.
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Teo: I notice the author made a lot of typos, and I’ll put a translator’s note to justified my edits. If it gets to the point that the typos are just too much, I’ll stop.
I think the real reason the original host turned to demonic cultivation is these terrible sect elders who would rather screw over the deciples then help them. Tough-love is one thing, but making your direct disciple take on a large dept because you don’t want to pay it is something else entirely.
Omg! No kidding!
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