Family Cultivation: Rise of the Wilderness

Chapter 50 The Demand for Spiritual Materials
Failed?
Li Xiangming secretly guessed.

Sure enough, Qingyang Daoist got up and dusted himself off.

"This old Taoist priest is not skilled enough; please forgive him, Steward Li."

"No, in alchemy, skill is certainly important, but fate is also indispensable. You need not worry about it."

Hearing Li Xiangming's words of comfort, Qingyang Daoist laughed heartily and then began refining other elixirs.

Li Xiangming stayed by his side at all times.

Three days later, the Qingyang Taoist finally gave up completely.

"Let's stop here. If we stay any longer, we'll be worried about the safety of Ayato and the others."

Li Xiangshu was a disciple of Qingyang Temple arranged by the Li family. He was only ten years old, but he was precocious and had no problem taking care of his fellow disciples at Qingyang Temple.

Even so, the Taoist Qingyang still dared not stay out for too long.

Five days, plus the journey, would take a total of six or seven days.

Both he and Li Xiangshu would become very uneasy after not returning to the Taoist temple for so long.

"So, Daoist Master can't even go to Pushui Market?"

Li Xiangming's expression was solemn. No one can cultivate to the Great Dao on their own. The market is a place where the strengths of all schools of thought are gathered, and its significance to cultivators is self-evident.

"That's why I came to find you."

The Taoist Qingyang sighed and explained his current predicament.

"I had previously taken in a few children as apprentices, and I thought I would refine a batch of pills to prepare them for their future cultivation. But as a result, I used up all the spiritual materials I had on me."

"I urgently need to replenish my spiritual materials, but I can't go to Pushui Market, so I have to come to you."

Li Xiangming was speechless. He had wondered what the matter was, but it turned out to be troubles about spiritual materials.

"I wonder what the elder is lacking? The common spiritual materials should be in stock in my Li family."

"Evening primrose, the Li family doesn't have much in stock."

Qingyang Daoist gave an awkward smile.

Evening primrose is the main ingredient of Huangya Dan. He previously sold the refined Huangya Dan to the Li family without asking for spirit stones, in exchange for evening primrose. However, after a while, the Li family refused to continue the exchange.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangming's face twitched.

The Li family cannot refine Huangya Dan, so they have very little evening primrose in reserve. Qingyang Daoist deliberately targeted the Li family's weakness.

However, Li Xiangming did not believe that Qingyang Daoist had single-handedly wiped out all the evening primroses in the Li family.

The clan elders probably suspected Qingyang Daoist's motives for continuously refining Huangya Dan, so they stopped supplying evening primrose.

"I would suggest that the family increase their purchases of evening primrose, and mention any other spiritual materials as well."

The Taoist Qingyang was overjoyed and took out the list he had prepared in advance.

Li Xiangming took it and found that there were more than 30 kinds of spiritual materials on it, all marked with the expected quantity to be used. Among them, evening primrose and azure flower were the most common, and there were also second-tier spiritual herbs such as yellow spring vine and white immortal fungus.

Although he had never personally refined pills, Li Xiangming's sect, Green Cloud Cave, was famous for cultivating spiritual herbs and medicines, so he recognized quite a few. He knew that evening primrose and azure flower were the main ingredients of Yellow Sprout Pill and Clear Spirit Pill, respectively, while Yellow Spring Vine and White Immortal Mushroom were the main ingredients of Grass God Pill.

All of these are reasonable, and the others can also be seen to have some use. The only thing mixed in is the Thousand-Pound Grass, which puzzles him.

I've never heard of this thing.

Li Xiangming made a sidelong glance, but Qingyang Daoist had no intention of going into details, so he dropped the matter.

The information obtained through persistent questioning is of uncertain truth or falsehood, and only serves to exhaust one's energy.

"Leave this matter to me, Daoist Master, don't worry."

The Li family needs to purchase spiritual materials every now and then. Given Li Xiangming's current status in the eyes of the fourth branch and Li Qianxiong, it wouldn't be difficult to include Qingyang Daoist's needs in the purchase.

"Thank you."

The Taoist Qingyang smiled.

"If you are in a hurry, you may wish to visit the Changyang Valley market in the middle of next month."

"Changyang Valley Market?"

The Green Sheep Taoist was puzzled.

It seems that Qingyang Temple has not yet received notification from the Li family.

Lee Sang-myung explained on the spot and revealed that if this rally goes smoothly, it will be held every three months thereafter.

"This is a good thing." Qingyang Daoist clapped his hands and laughed. He was troubled by not being able to go to Pushui Market. If the Li family was willing to hold a market nearby, it would undoubtedly solve part of his problem.

Finally, the Taoist Qingyang happily left Danggui Mountain.

Looking at the jade slip in his hand, he glanced at the back of the Green Sheep Taoist.

Li Xiangming couldn't help but sigh. Before the New Year, he was ordered by the family head to go to Qingyang Temple to win over Qingyang Daoist, but after the New Year, he became the one that Qingyang Daoist tried to win over and even regarded as a backer.

Truly, life is unpredictable.
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In March, the drizzling rain nourished the earth, and the vegetation in Puxian County was exceptionally vibrant, with greenery everywhere.

"Ling'er, slow down!"

A young man in his early twenties shouted anxiously.

Not far from him, a flock of bats flapping their wings circled around the woman in the middle, emitting sharp, piercing cries.

The woman's face was pale, but she remained calm. With her long sword, she deftly struck down many of the ghost-headed bats that couldn't dodge in time.

Even so, the Ghost-Headed Bats maintained their formation and continued their offensive. As time went on, the besieged woman was in grave danger.

"Father, Fourth Sister can't hold on any longer, please help quickly."

The young man said urgently.

"Humph."

Beside him was another man, in his forties, wearing a crown, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a broad and resolute face.

"Although Ghost-Headed Bat is good at group attacks and has considerable combat power, your sister also has the cultivation of the fifth level of Qi Refining. It's all because you brothers spoiled her and let her slack off."

"I know I was wrong. When I get back, I will definitely urge my fourth sister to cultivate properly."

The young man hurriedly replied, his gaze becoming even more urgent—a cunning ghost-headed bat attacked his fourth sister from behind, leaving her caught off guard.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man didn't bother to scold his son. He drew his long sword, shouted, and rushed to Chen Ling'er with lightning speed. In a few rounds, he shot down most of the ghost-headed bats, while the rest fled in panic.

"father!"

Chen Ling'er was pale and breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing his beloved daughter injured, Chen Zhonghe's stern face softened slightly.

"fine."

Chen Ling'er forced a smile, but suddenly she touched her waist and was shocked.

"My sachet!"

"What sachet?"

Chen Zhonghe, puzzled, asked a question.

"nothing."

Chen Ling'er was distraught. For the first time in her life, she asked her grandmother for advice on making two sachets. She kept the red one for herself and intended to give the blue one to her future husband. Little did she know that the ghost bat would snatch them away.

Thinking of this, Chen Ling'er wrinkled her delicate nose, on the verge of tears.

"I'll go and see what's going on. Gongchang, take good care of your sister."

Although he didn't know why his daughter cared about an ordinary sachet, Chen Zhonghe couldn't remain indifferent to her distress.

However, just as he was about to set off to find the Ghost-Headed Bat, a powerful surge of magical energy entered his consciousness.

"Someone's here, be careful."

Chen Zhonghe reminded him in a deep voice, his gaze serious.

Before long, a mysterious figure wearing a straw raincoat appeared.

The mysterious man sized up the three members of the Chen family, then held up an object and asked Chen Ling'er, "Is this yours?"

The object held in the mysterious man's hand was the blue sachet that had been snatched away by the ghost-headed bat.

Chen Ling'er was overjoyed and was about to rush forward when Chen Zhonghe stopped her.

"Who are you?"

The mysterious man lowered his straw hat, revealing a handsome face: "Just a passerby."

(End of this chapter)