Longevity: Starting with an infant's innate growth potential

Chapter 47 Zhou Shan is injured (Please read further, vote with monthly tickets and recommendations)
Another month passed peacefully.

October has arrived before we knew it.

Zhou Ling continued to attend classes every day, with morning classes on cultivation techniques and afternoon classes on skills such as inscription and sword techniques.

If there's anything you really can't figure out, ask Instructor Fang.

Teacher Fang always answered his questions carefully, saving him from many detours.

When I got home that night, I drew pictures of the utensils from the Lu family workshop.

Life is busy yet fulfilling.

In terms of cultivation, he also opened another spiritual acupoint, bringing his total to thirty-three.

At the same time, the level of inscription drawing is also constantly improving, and gradually they are able to draw inscriptions with fifteen or sixteen inscription patterns.

Moreover, with the assistance of [Precise Control] and Spirit Flame, the consumption of spiritual energy gradually decreases.

Besides the regular spirit brush orders, the workshop occasionally produces one or two mid-grade first-tier magic artifacts.

Unable to find the inscription, Zhou Ling took the spirit wine and asked Instructor Fang for help.

Instructor Fang not only found the inscription patterns for him, but also explained the key points and tricks of the inscription to him.

With the assistance of [Born to Be Talented], Zhou Ling was able to comprehend it very quickly.

In this month, he drew nine spirit brushes and sold two of them, earning over thirty spirit stones.

Adding to the thirty spirit stones he already had, he now had more than sixty.

Zhou Ling planned to save for another month, then buy his father some cultivation aids and rent a shop for his mother.

However, he planned to do everything before surprising his parents and making them happy!

Of course, I also need to buy two more Fire Cloud Grasses this month, which will cost more than ten spirit stones.

"Brother Ling, I can't help you sell spirit pens next month!"

That day, after class in the morning, Yuan Hu spoke to Zhou Ling, looking somewhat reluctant.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ling took out the food box, just about to eat.

"I won't be coming to the Taoist temple next month."

"I've only opened twenty-one spiritual acupoints so far, so I basically have no chance in next year's outer disciple assessment."

“I don’t want to continue cultivating anymore. I will leave the Taoist academy next month to reduce the burden on my family.”

Yuan Hu said helplessly.

Their cohort has only three months left until next year's inner disciple assessment.

The situation of most disciples is already clear; those who haven't reached the fourth level of Qi Refining have basically no hope.

Although Zhou Ling's class is an honors class, there are still a few students who have not reached the fourth level of Qi Refining.

"So what are you planning to do?"

Zhou Ling couldn't help but ask.

Yuan Hu's family situation is not optimistic. Although the evil poison has been removed since his father was injured last time, he has not fully recovered.

The burden of the family fell entirely on his mother's shoulders. Even if he were to pass the entrance exam for the inner sect, he wouldn't be able to afford the proper greetings to his master.

Refunding now or next year won't make much difference.

"Sigh, I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll follow my father's example and go fishing, or become an apprentice at the Zhao family's medicinal herb garden."

"I need to figure out how to support myself first."

Yuan Hu shook his head, looking somewhat dejected.

He didn't have much expectation of becoming an inner disciple of the Daoist Academy. On the contrary, because of his family situation, he wanted to leave the academy as soon as possible.

Finding something to do can also help cover some of the household expenses.

What he was reluctant to do was leave Zhou Ling and Wang Xin.

Zhou Ling rubbed his forehead, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm planning to rent a shop soon to sell wine for my mother."

"If you really have nothing to do by then, you can come and help out."

"We'll also sell some spirit pens and the like then."

"It shouldn't be less than what you earn fishing!"

Once the shop is rented, my mother will be busy brewing wine and selling it, and she definitely won't be able to manage it all.

We'll need to find someone to help us then. Yuanhu does have a certain talent for sales.

He could easily sell two or three magic pens a month.

"Brother Ling, if you need to rent a shop, I'll definitely work for you!"

Yuan Hu scratched his head and said with a happy expression, feeling a warmth in his heart.

During this period, he could earn more than one spirit stone a month by dealing in spirit pens for Zhou Ling.

"Alright, wait a few more days!"

As Zhou Ling spoke, he opened the food box, and the aroma of the spirit rice immediately filled the air.

"Zhou Ling, something's happened at your home! You need to go back and check on things right away!"

At this moment, Instructor Fang suddenly walked into the school building and spoke to Zhou Ling with a somewhat solemn expression.

Zhou Ling was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Teacher, what happened?"

"It seems your father and his medicine-finding team encountered a monster and were injured. You should go back and check on them!"

Zhou Ling was shocked and hurriedly asked Instructor Fang for leave before rushing off to her home.

Yuan Hu also came with him.

When I arrived home, the front door was open.

In the hall, Chu Xing was pacing back and forth, along with two other acquaintances from the medicine-finding team.

"Uncle Chu, what happened to my father?"

Zhou Ling asked hurriedly.

"Brother Ling, you've arrived. We entered the inner mountain and encountered two late-stage Tier 1 demonic beasts."

"Your father was accidentally wounded while covering our retreat, and Doctor Lin is treating him in the room!"

Upon seeing Zhou Ling, Chu Xing spoke to him.

Zhou Ling hurriedly entered the main room.

Physician Lin is a local physician and a mid-level first-grade alchemist who runs a small pharmacy.

In this area, when cultivators are injured or fall ill, they usually go to the pharmacy to ask Physician Lin for a diagnosis.

He has a good reputation, and his fees for the pills are reasonable.

When Zhou Ling entered the room, Dr. Lin was taking her father's pulse.

The mother stood to the side, her face full of worry and concern.

The father lay on the bed, pale-faced, seemingly in a coma.

Dr. Lin was an elderly man, dressed in a clean gray robe, with a goatee, and a somewhat solemn expression.

"Mother, how is she?"

Zhou Ling walked over to Li Ru and asked in a low voice.

Li Ru patted Zhou Ling's head and whispered, "His meridians were injured by a demonic beast, which was quite serious. Fortunately, Doctor Lin has given him medicine, and he's feeling better now."

"It's that serious!" Zhou Ling frowned as he looked at his father's pale face.

Doctor Lin then withdrew his hand, a faint blue light shimmering on it. He exhaled and said, "Fortunately, he has a strong constitution and is out of danger for the time being."

"Thank you, Dr. Lin!" Li Ru said hurriedly.

Zhou Ling also bowed and thanked him.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou was attacked by a demonic beast this time, which injured his meridians."

"In addition, the lack of auxiliary medicine during years of practicing the Great Yang Fist has damaged the meridians, making the injury even worse."

Dr. Lin explained the injuries to Li Ru and the others, picked up a teacup, took a sip of tea, and continued...

"I just gave him some healing pills, which have temporarily relieved his injuries, but it will only last for a while."

"Next, we will need the help of the Nourishing Meridian Pill to have a chance of a full recovery."

"Furthermore, we must not use any more of our blood and qi, otherwise, once the meridians are completely damaged, there will be no way to save them."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ling was startled, not expecting his father's meridians to be so severely worn. He hurriedly asked, "Doctor Lin, do you know where I can buy Meridian Nourishing Pills?"

(End of this chapter)