I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

Yuan Feng was quite skilled in deboning and cutting meat. He had killed many pigs over the years and had some experience.

These wolf monsters look strong, but they don't actually have much meat, and only their fur is worth harvesting.

When he thought that the harvest ended there, he knocked on the head of the wolf, but unexpectedly he got an unexpected reward, a crystal white bead emitting a faint white light.

Yuan Feng recognized this thing; it was recorded in the book on alchemy that he obtained.

When a monster has reached a certain level of power, there is a chance that it will generate a monster pill. This white bead should be the monster pill of the wolf monster, and it is a good material for refining pills.

After wiping off the blood stains on the demon pill, the white beads became more translucent. Judging from the color, it should be a second-level demon pill.

After wiping it clean, Yuan Feng quickly put the demon pill into the storage bag. This thing is very delicate and cannot be exposed to the air for a long time.

The best way to store it is to put it in a special container, but he doesn't have one, so he can only put it in a storage bag first, which can also delay the deterioration of the demon pill.

Then he skinned the remaining wolf monster. Its fur was also of high quality, but it did not have a monster pill. It seemed that as recorded in the alchemy experience, not every monster could have a monster pill. It depended on the probability and the cultivation level.

In this case, the yellow fox should not have it either, after all, it is so weak.

Yuan Feng had already given up hope, but unexpectedly, when he chopped open the yellow-skinned monster's head, a yellow demon pill fell out.

Third level demon pill!

It turned out to be a third-level demon pill, which also meant that the yellow-skinned creature was a third-level demon beast.

Yuan Feng felt a little scared, because the strength of a third-level monster is comparable to that of a foundation-building cultivator.

But how could this yellow-skinned creature be so weak? He was kicked away by me. He didn't look like a third-level monster at all. This monster pill wouldn't lie.

What Yuan Feng didn't know was that although this yellow-skinned beast had reached the third level, it did not have the third level strength. The reason was that the yellow-skinned beast's advancement method was different from that of other monsters.

Other monsters all devoured flesh and blood steadily and advanced step by step.

The yellow-skinned creature only devours souls. Although it is an advancement, it only improves its spiritual intelligence, and its physical fitness does not improve much.

This is why a demon beast must be at level five to transform into a human form, but it only needs to be at level three to become a human.

"I don't understand."

Yuan Feng glanced at the third-level demon pill in his hand. He didn’t understand it, so he stopped thinking about it. Anyway, the yellow-skinned creature was already dead.

"Brother Feng, what don't you understand?" Xiaorou walked to the side and asked.

"Nothing, let's go down the mountain." Yuan Feng put the harvested spoils into the storage bag.

His storage bag didn't have much space. Fortunately, he had taken out most of the herbs, leaving only some gold, silver and jewelry occupying a small part of the space. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to fit all the fur and wolf meat in there.

Yuan Feng estimated the value of these treasures and it should be worth one thousand and two taels of silver.

This is a huge sum of money. You have to know that a pig is only about one or two taels of silver. One thousand taels can buy hundreds of pigpens like mine.

Real estate is really not as good as robbing... Thinking of the money in the storage bag, Yuan Feng couldn't help but sigh.

If you want to earn one thousand taels, you can't do it even if you ask Da Ya to push the sow until it smokes.

Xiaorou followed behind him, not knowing what Yuanfeng was thinking. She saw scars all over his face and couldn't help feeling guilty:

If I hadn't run up the mountain and cried, Brother Feng wouldn't have been hurt.

"Brother Feng, your injury is okay, right? Do you want to take a rest?"

"fine."

Yuan Feng glanced at the wounds on his body.

The bleeding has stopped, the pain is easing, and I can feel that the wound is slowly healing on its own. It's not serious.

It’s just that the recovery speed is a little slow. I’m afraid I’ll have to apply some medicine when I go back.

"Brother Feng, let's go see Doctor Hu." Xiao Rou was really worried and gave the only suggestion she could think of.

"Looking for Doctor Hu to treat your wound? You might as well ask a dog to lick your wound."

Yuan Feng has psychological trauma.

I remember when I first came here, I was young, lonely, and had nothing to eat, so I just went to the mountains to pick fruits to eat.

After eating a poisonous fruit and developing diarrhea, he asked Doctor Hu to see him.

As soon as Doctor Hu opened his mouth, Yuan Feng was scared away three miles.

Yuan Feng still remembers his words: If the diarrhea does not stop, bleed from the temples and it will stop in half a day.

This is definitely a quack. Yuan Feng didn't know whether bleeding from the temple could stop the diarrhea. He only knew that if the patient was bled, he would definitely die.

From then on, Yuan Feng no longer dared to go to Doctor Hu for treatment. If he had a minor illness, he would just bear it and wait for himself to get better. If he had a serious illness, he would just bear it and wait for himself to get better.

I've managed to get through these years on my own.

"But……"

"No buts, don't worry about me. I'm actually fine now. These are just minor injuries. I can wipe them with some saliva and they will heal on their own."

As they were talking, the two of them had already come down the mountain and arrived at the entrance of the village. They could see the light of torches from afar.

Yuan Feng had night vision and saw at a glance that the man holding the torch was Xiaorou's father, Uncle Jiang.

"Your father is in front, go quickly."

Yuan Feng himself was a little confused about his own body, and there was nothing to explain to Xiaorou.

"It's really Daddy!" Xiaorou's eyes sparkled, "Brother Feng, won't you come with me?"

"Why should I go with you? It's not on my way. Say hello to your father for me."

After saying that, Yuan Feng turned and walked towards the fork in the road.

If I really meet Uncle Jiang, I will inevitably say some words of thanks.

Yuan Feng didn't like these courtesies, so he exempted himself from them.

After going up and down the mountain and fighting a tough battle, he was tired and was eager to go home to sleep.

When I returned to the yard, I saw Zhao Muxin and Hu Jiuer waiting anxiously.

It's a bit heartwarming.

"Brother Feng, why are you covered with wounds?" Zhao Muxin walked forward anxiously to greet him, and Hu Jiuer followed closely behind.

Although Hu Jiuer could tell at a glance that Yuan Feng's injuries were not serious, she still gave a movie queen-level performance, which moved Yuan Feng quite a bit.

"Oh, young master, this injury is too serious. Do you want to call a doctor?"

"No need." Yuan Feng waved his hand. "Although I am a pig farmer, I know a little about medicine."

He really understood it. He had been reading herbal illustrations these days and had learned some knowledge about herbs. He happened to have some ready-made herbs on hand, so he could verify whether he had learned it.

Yuan Feng ignored the two people's concern, walked into the house and went straight to the corner where the herbs were placed.

“Blood-clearing grass… Thousand-needle vine…”

After rummaging through the pile of herbs, I finally found all the herbs needed to treat external injuries.

"Please do me a favor and bring me the medicine mortar." Yuan Feng waved his hand, eager to try.

"A medicine mortar? I didn't take anything from home." Zhao Muxin was stunned. She had been doing housework these days and knew exactly what was in the house, but there was no medicine mortar that Yuan Feng mentioned.

"Just the one that pounded soybeans for the piglets."

Yuan Feng was helpless. He had to explain it so clearly that he lost all his dignity.

"You should have told me earlier."

Zhao Muxin and Hu Jiuer worked together to bring the stone bowl for pounding pig food, and Yuan Feng put the herbs in it.

After grinding, the herbs were mixed into a black paste that looked disgusting no matter how you looked at it.

"Brother Feng, this medicine won't kill me, right?"

"No." Yuan Feng was very confident. "This medicine is for external use. It's hard to say if anything bad will happen after using it, but it definitely won't kill you."

"what?"

"Stop it, everyone, get out, I'm taking off my clothes and applying the medicine."

"Brother Feng, do you want me and Sister Jiuer to help you?"

"No, besides, men and women should not touch each other. If I let you touch me, wouldn't my innocence be at risk?"

"boom!"

With a loud slam of the door, the two were driven out of the house by Yuan Feng.

Zhao Muxin was confused: "Sister Jiuer, shouldn't we be the ones who should consider our innocence?"

"Haha..." Hu Jiuer laughed so hard that her body shook. "Silly sister, don't you understand? The young master is thinking about us, but he can't say it out loud, so he's just joking."

"So that's how it is." Zhao Muxin suddenly realized, "Brother Feng, he is such a nice guy."

The Yuanfeng is not good.

"Sigh~"

No one told him that this medicine was so painful when applied to the wound, it almost made him miss the whole life.

It took several deep breaths to ease the pain a little.

However, although this medicine is a bit painful to apply, the effect is quite good. As soon as it is applied, the wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This proves that the herbs left behind by the crazy old man are all good things, and the insights and illustrations he left behind are even better things.

After a stick of incense, Yuan Feng opened the door with great energy.

"Brother Feng, are you... okay?" Zhao Muxin covered her mouth in surprise. Yuan Feng was covered with wounds just now, but now he was shirtless and there was no visible injury, not even a scar.

Hu Jiuer who was standing by was also amazed. She was a monster and usually relied on herself to heal her injuries. This was her first time seeing human medical herbs.

"Sir, your medicine is so powerful? Can you let me try it too?"

"You're playing the piano, you're not injured, why are you taking medicine?"

"Isn't this curious?"

"What are you curious about? Go to bed quickly."

After giving the order, Yuan Feng fell asleep on the table.

It felt like I had just fallen asleep for a short while when I was woken up by a commotion.

"What's going on so noisy?"

The sound didn't sound like that of Wang Erjian's house. Yuan Feng got up, saw the two women still sleeping on the bed, then put on some clothes and opened the door.