Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

After recovering from his injuries, Han Li first hunted down several wild animals, then found a villager's house, cooked a simple meal, and a fragrant plate of lean pork ribs was ready.

After a hearty meal, Han Li slowly stood up, said his farewell, and inquired about the direction of the northern foothills.

Upon hearing that the young man was going to the northern foothills, the old man beside him became visibly excited and immediately said that he wanted to go with him as well, hoping that Han Li could give him a ride and visit the recently famous divine doctor so that he could exchange some pills with him.

"You just said to exchange? Can't I just buy it with money?" Han Li asked, puzzled.

"He's a legendary doctor, why would he care about these paltry sums we have? He's set a rule: his miraculous medicines can only be exchanged for herbs; he won't accept any money or copper coins!"

"As you probably know, Jiuhua Mountain is right across from our village. As the saying goes, being near the water tower means you get the moon first, and things like century-old ginseng are quite common. Coincidentally, I happen to have a century-old He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum) in my hand, and I'm planning to exchange it with the divine doctor."

"I'm only telling you this because I think you're honest and kind. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't tell them even if they beat me to death," the old man said with a smile to Han Li.

Upon hearing this, Han Li smiled shyly.

However, according to the other party's statement, this so-called divine doctor is most likely a cultivator from the surrounding area. I wonder what he needs so many herbs for. Could he be a cultivator skilled in alchemy?

Han Li readily agreed to the old man's request, and the two traveled together.

Despite his advanced age, the old man was remarkably agile, walking at a pace almost as fast as Han Li's. He walked for over ten kilometers without even breaking a sweat, leaving Han Li speechless.

"Back in the day, I was the village's only messenger. I might not be as strong as you young people, but when it comes to nimbleness, hehe, I'm not bragging, but most people really can't beat me. You're not bad, kid, you've got my style back in the day."

Han Li was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this.

Along the way, the old man told Han Li some stories about his youth. The two walked and chatted, and soon arrived at their destination.

Just as they stepped out of the pile of tall stones, a group of people gathered in the distance, a dozen or so hunters from the mountains.

Not far in front of these people stood a young man dressed in white.

"Welcome to my trade fair, everyone. I have three kinds of miraculous medicines on hand. One is for treating sprains and bruises, another is for dealing with all kinds of strange poisons. One pill will guarantee a cure."

"The other type is for strengthening the body's foundation and nourishing its vital energy, and is an essential item for recuperating from a serious illness."

"Same old rules as always: ten-year-old spiritual herbs can be exchanged for one of the three divine pills, and hundred-year-old spiritual herbs can be exchanged for any bottle. First come, first served, or you'll miss out!" The man surnamed Ge said loudly as he saw someone else arrive.

"Give me one for sprains and bruises!"

"Give me one to strengthen my body and replenish my vital energy!"

"Dr. Ge, give me a bottle of that detoxifying pill!"

"A whole bottle? You're not kidding?"

Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Ge was taken aback, but then he took the old ginseng handed to him, brought it close to his nose and smelled it, and then revealed an extremely bright smile, "A hundred-year-old ginseng, nearly two hundred years old, hmm, not bad, I will give you an extra bottle of tonifying pills."

Upon hearing this, the woman was overjoyed, repeatedly expressing her gratitude. She left satisfied, holding the two bottles of pills, much to the envy of the crowd.

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm in a hurry to get the miracle drug!"

"I have a century-old He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum) here, and I would like to exchange it for a bottle of elixir to strengthen the body and replenish vital energy!"

"A elixir for strengthening the body and replenishing vital energy?"

"right!"

……

As he spoke, the old man beside him hurriedly joined the rush to exchange for the so-called "miracle pill," afraid of missing out.

The scene became incredibly lively.

"Young man, you've been watching for quite a while now. Would you like to exchange some elixirs for a rainy day?" After the crowd dispersed, the man surnamed Ge spoke to Han Li.

"My name is Han Li. I am not here to exchange for pills, but to inquire about some things from you, senior." Han Li cupped his hands in a respectful manner.

"Hey, you've got a good eye, kid. Ask whatever you want. Whether I answer or not depends on my mood." Seeing that Han Li wasn't there to exchange for spirit pills, the man surnamed Ge's attitude instantly cooled down considerably.

"I would like to ask if you have any Nine Yang Grass, senior? Or do you know where such a spiritual plant can be found? If you could tell me, I would be extremely grateful!" Han Li clasped his hands in a fist and slowly spoke.

"I don't know. I don't have any such spiritual plant. I've never even heard of it. What is this Nine Yang Grass?" The man surnamed Ge waved his hand and said.

"Since you're not going to exchange for the pills, don't interfere with my transaction."

Seeing this, Han Li wanted to ask more questions, but the man surnamed Ge waved his hand, looking like he didn't want to say anything more.

"In that case, I've disturbed you, and I'll take my leave now!"

Seeing the other party's cold demeanor, Han Li, who wasn't one to fawn over a cold shoulder, immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute and left.

Next, Han Li searched alone for the whereabouts of the Nine Yang Grass in the entire outer perimeter of the northern foothills. The various exotic flowers and herbs in the bushes dazzled his eyes.

If one's own cultivation level were still intact, there would be no need for such trouble. A simple scan with one's divine sense would be enough to determine whether or not the Nine Yang Grass was present.

Now he can only search little by little, hoping to find some clues.

Several hours passed, and although he had seen many other herbs, he hadn't found the one he wanted, which greatly annoyed Han Li.

After circling the entire northern foothills, Han Li couldn't even find a trace of the Nine Yang Grass. He could only smile bitterly and sigh at his bad luck.

He had returned to where he had been before. As it was nearing evening, most of the people who had come from there had already left. Even Fellow Daoist Ge was packing his bags, preparing to depart.

Han Li was resting on a blue stone. It seemed there would be no harvest on the north slope today. If all else failed, he would have to try his luck on the south slope.

Just then, Han Li's gaze fell on the scattered leaves on the side, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Parting the scattered leaves, a leaf that was all too familiar came into view. Wasn't this the Nine Yang Grass he was looking for?

Looking up along the fallen leaves, a small, yellowish-brown pit appeared in a crack in the mountain wall. Soil was flying around the pit, and some unknown roots were vaguely visible. It seemed that a medicinal herb used to grow here, but it seemed that someone had forcibly pulled it out.

"It's extremely difficult for ordinary people to retrieve a spiritual herb from such a height, except for cultivators!" After a moment's thought, Han Li had already reached a conclusion: the Nine Yang Grass was probably already in the hands of that Fellow Daoist Ge.

Judging from the attitude the other party had previously shown, it was almost impossible to obtain the Nine Yang Grass safely from them.

Unable to win a fight or make a deal, Han Li found himself in a dilemma.

"Hey, this is..."

Han Li's gaze swept casually across the area, then landed on a crevice in the rocks below where the Nine Yang Grass was growing. After confirming his target, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Earth Spirit Fruit, it's definitely an Earth Spirit Fruit!"

Han Li quickly climbed up the cliff, then pulled out the iron sword behind him and fiddled with it for a while, and several black lumps the size of eggs fell into his hand.

This Earth Spirit Fruit is very similar to those oval-shaped sweet potatoes, except that it is wrapped in a shell that can block divine sense from detecting it. Unless one is a cultivator with exceptionally strong divine sense, it is extremely difficult for ordinary cultivators to detect.

The kernel of the Earth Spirit Fruit usually contains a milky white spiritual liquid. This spiritual liquid contains a large amount of essence that is easily absorbed by the human body and is an important raw material for refining Essence Pills and Spirit Replenishing Pills.

This is a huge profit!

Han Li was overjoyed. He figured it was the Nine Yang Grass that had attracted that person's attention, which allowed the Earth Spirit Fruit in the crevice below to escape its fate.

With this Earth Spirit Fruit, exchanging it for the Nine Yang Grass is more than enough, but...

Thinking of the other party's attitude that morning, Han Li sneered, then took out a smaller Earth Spirit Fruit and slammed it onto the bluestone. The moment it was hit by the great force, the outer shell of the Earth Spirit Fruit was crushed, revealing the tempting purple flesh inside. At the same time, a sweet aroma emanated from the Earth Spirit Fruit, making people's mouths water.

Looking at the Earth Spirit Fruit in front of him, Han Li smiled, revealing a triumphant grin.