Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

At the back of the crowd, Zhao Yuan hunched his shoulders, afraid of being implicated.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

The young Taoist sneered, "Since no one can cure it, then all the managers and servants in this Grade A medicinal garden will have their monthly stipends withheld! If this herb dies, Manager Tian, ​​you'll have to explain to the elders yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Manager Tian's legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. During the Earth Spirit Tide, the disciples who were usually in charge of this spiritual field had all been transferred to the inner courtyard, and the outer courtyard was mostly filled with newly recruited temporary servants. He did not have high expectations for this.

Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang out.

"Sir, I am willing to give it a try."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shen Feng walking calmly through the crowd.

"It's you?" Manager Tian's eyes lit up. He then remembered that this was the very person who had successfully pollinated Zi Yanhua not long ago, so he asked urgently, "Shen Feng! You... are you sure you can do it?"

The young Taoist priest's gaze swept over Shen Feng like lightning, his brows furrowing slightly: "Late-stage Qi Refining? A mere servant who just entered the outer sect dares to presume to heal spiritual herbs?"

Shen Feng remained neither humble nor arrogant, bowing slightly: "Reporting to Your Excellency, the way of plants lies in reason, not in rank. Although my cultivation is low, I have some understanding of the flow of qi. If we do not try, this plant will surely die; if we do try, there is still a glimmer of hope."

The young Taoist gave him a deep look and said coldly, "A fine glimmer of hope! Go ahead and try. If you can save him, I will reward you handsomely. But if your reckless actions accelerate the loss of the medicine's potency, humph!"

The threat conveyed in that cold snort was self-evident.

Shen Feng remained expressionless and walked straight to the dying Moonflower Grass.

Unlike other plant growers who examined the leaves or used their divine sense to forcibly investigate, he slowly squatted down, extended his right hand, and placed it three inches above the plant.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the nascent form of the azure Samadhi Wind swirled slightly.

The wind is everywhere.

In Shen Feng's perception, the area in front of him transformed into lines of airflow. He manipulated an extremely fine wisp of wind, guiding it through the pores of the Moonflower Grass, down along the veins, and all the way to the depths of the root system.

"really."

A moment later, Shen Feng opened his eyes, a look of understanding flashing in them.

"How is it?" Manager Tian asked nervously, his voice trembling.

Shen Feng stood up and pointed to the ground beneath his feet: "The problem isn't with the grass, but with the earth. Last night, the earth's spiritual energy surged, causing the earth's veins to shift. A wisp of turbid fire and poisonous gas from deep within the earth's lungs overflowed through a crack in the ground and happened to collide with the roots of this Moonflower Grass."

"Moonflower grass is extremely yin in nature and prefers cold. Although this fire poison is weak, it is like a bone-deep carbuncle, accumulating deep in the roots. The yin and yang clash, causing the spiritual energy to become disordered, hence the withered and yellow appearance."

Upon hearing the words "Earthly Lung Turbid Fire," the young Daoist's expression shifted, and he nodded slightly: "You have some insight. Since you know the cause of the illness, do you have a solution?"

"Yes," Shen Feng said calmly. "The fire poison has entered the meridians. If we use medicine, the herbs will be burned before the medicine can reach them. The only way is to use skillful force to extract the fire poison."

"Pull it out?"

Zhao Yuan, standing to the side, couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Easy for you to say. The roots of the Moonflower Grass are thinner than a strand of hair. The fire poison is entangled with it. How can you draw it out? It would break at the slightest touch!"

Shen Feng ignored Zhao Yuan's questioning and squatted down again, extending both hands simultaneously.

This time, a faint blue light flickered at the tips of his ten fingers.

"The wind rises."

Mind silently.

Dozens of tiny whirlwinds, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, burrowed into the soil from Shen Feng's fingertips.

This is no ordinary wind, but a spiritual wind that contains a trace of the true meaning of the divine wind.

Under Shen Feng's divine control, these swirling winds gently separated the fragile roots of the Moonflower Grass from the surrounding soil deep within the earth.

Immediately afterwards, the wind seeped into the roots and stems, enveloping the clusters of dark red fire poison aura.

"rise!"

Shen Feng gave a low shout and slowly raised his hands.

To everyone's astonishment, wisps of pale red smoke were actually pulled out of the roots of the Moonflower Grass by an invisible wind!

As soon as the smoke left the body, it emitted a pungent sulfurous smell, clearly indicating that it was the toxic fire from the earth's lungs.

As the fire poison left his body, Shen Feng waved his left hand, and the water elemental energy in the surrounding air quickly gathered, turning into a hazy mist that instantly enveloped the injured root system, nourishing and repairing it.

zizi...

The faint sound of water and wind mingling dissipated.

A moment later, the leaves of the originally withered moonflower grass began to turn green again at a speed visible to the naked eye, the shriveled stems became plump and glossy again, and the tips even faintly showed a layer of silver moonlight.

Alive!

Manager Tian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Such exquisite and meticulous control of spiritual energy was something that even he himself might not be able to do with such ease, let alone someone in the Qi Refining stage.

The coldness in the young Taoist's eyes vanished, replaced by undisguised admiration.

He stepped forward and carefully examined the Moonflower Grass, confirming that its medicinal properties were intact and, in fact, it had become even more refined after being tempered by water and wind.

"Good tactic."

The young Taoist turned around, looked at Shen Feng, and said in a much gentler tone, "Your name is Shen Feng? This wind control technique is truly exquisite. I will report this matter to the elders truthfully."

After saying that, he took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and threw it to Shen Feng.

"This is a Mind-Clearing Pill. Although it's not a particularly valuable treasure, it's quite beneficial for stabilizing the soul. Here you go."

The young Taoist did not linger; he took the Moonflower Grass and vanished in a flash of light.

After seeing Daotong off, Manager Tian breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned to look at Shen Feng, his face was full of smiles, and his eyes looked as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"Shen Feng, you have done a great service today! You not only saved this plant, but you also saved my life!"

Steward Tian strode forward, patted Shen Feng heavily on the shoulder, and then took out a spirit stone and an exquisite porcelain bottle from his storage bag.

"These are the one hundred low-grade spirit stones I promised. I'll take the liberty of replacing them with one mid-grade spirit stone!"

"Furthermore..." Steward Tian lowered his voice and placed the porcelain bottle in Shen Feng's hand, "This is a bottle of Spirit Essence Pills. I see that your cultivation has reached the Perfection of Qi Refining, but you've been stuck at a bottleneck for quite some time, haven't you? This pill is a high-quality product from the inner sect, with a mild and mellow medicinal effect, making it most suitable for breaking through the bottleneck of the Qi Refining stage. Take it and cultivate diligently!"

Shen Feng's heart stirred slightly.

The Spirit Essence Pill is indeed a valuable item. For a menial disciple like himself, it is a priceless treasure. Although his main body does not need it, if this clone can break through, it will be able to do even more.

"Thank you so much for your generous gift, Steward. I am deeply grateful." Shen Feng accepted the gift with both hands, his face filled with tears of gratitude.

Manager Tian nodded in satisfaction, then glanced around, his smile vanishing instantly, replaced by an extremely stern expression.

His gaze finally fell on Zhao Yuan, who was hiding behind the crowd.

"Zhao Yuan!"

Zhao Yuan trembled and forced himself to step forward: "Steward... Steward."