noffsinger Chapter 2 The Spirit Plant Master's Notes
Chapter 2 The Spirit Plant Master's Notes
[Family Founder: Su Qingyan]
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
[Spiritual Roots: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth (Five Spiritual Roots)]
[Talent: None]
Looking at his unremarkable aptitude on the attribute panel, Su Qingyan shook his head helplessly.
Su Qingyan's wife, Zhang Hui, is not a direct descendant, so her attribute information is not displayed on the panel.
After handing Su Yuanxian over to the old nanny, Su Qingyan held his wife's hand and chatted about everyday things and reminisced about the past. For a moment, the delivery room was filled with love, and Zhang Hui's postpartum emotions gradually calmed down.
Not long after, the weakened Zhang Hui fell into a deep sleep.
After tucking his wife in, Su Qingyan focused his attention on the [Seeking Opportunities] function on the attribute panel. After a brief study, he immediately invested the little bit of his family origin into it.
[Looking for an opportunity...]
[An opportunity has been found: the notes of a spiritual plant practitioner.]
[Your grandfather, Su Zairan, once saved a spirit plant master from the Moon Shadow Sect by chance. To express his gratitude, the spirit plant master gave him a notebook recording his many years of experience in cultivating spirit herbs before leaving. Your grandfather tried to cultivate spirit herbs according to the notes in the notebook, but failed every time over the years. Disheartened, he hid the notebook on the beam of his family ancestral hall and forgot about it many years later.]
ancestral hall.
The notes of a plant spiritualist.
Upon seeing this information, Su Qingyan immediately carried the stairs to the ancestral hall. After thoroughly searching the roof beams, he indeed found a yellowed manuscript, with many parts bitten by insects.
Fortunately, most of the text on the manuscript was still legible, so it didn't pose a significant obstacle for Su Qingyan in studying the medicinal herb cultivation techniques recorded within.
I spent an entire night researching.
As dawn broke, Su Qingyan closed the journal, by which time he had basically memorized its contents.
Simply put, this notebook was probably used by a very young plant cultist for record-keeping.
This plant expert's main focus is on cultivating the common medicinal herb, red ginseng, into a spiritual medicine called "Red Blood Yang Ginseng." The data in the notes is very detailed, so it should be impossible to fake.
"The red ginseng planted in those 100 acres of woodland were originally intended for the cultivation of Red Blood Yang Ginseng."
"The reason for the failure... is most likely that the concentration of spiritual energy in this 100-acre forest is insufficient and the red ginseng is too young. If we solve one of these two reasons, the probability of success will increase."
"Over the years, the red ginseng in the forest has aged considerably. If it hadn't been destroyed by that black mist and miasma, it would be well worth a try."
"Moreover, the process of transforming red ginseng into red blood ginseng is very fast, often taking only two or three days."
"If I can cultivate the Crimson Blood Yang Ginseng, then I will be valuable to cultivators. Perhaps I can gain the protection of the Zhou family of Jin Su Mountain, so that the Chen family and their immortal seedlings will not dare to touch me for a short period of time, leaving our family with enough time to develop."
Thinking this through, Su Qingyan did not disturb his sleeping wife and went alone to the edge of his family's woodland.
At this point, the black fog and miasma were no longer visible in the woods.
But Su Qingyan did not rush in.
The image of his cheap father and his gang dying tragically was still vivid in his mind. None of the Chen family members had ever intended to take this woodland. The combination of these two things made him very worried that there might still be something poisonous in the air, so he dared not go in without taking precautions.
When the doctor arrived at their house, he determined that the cause of death for his father and his group was that they had inhaled a large amount of a previously unknown toxin into their lungs, which led to their rapid death.
If the amount is small, it might be possible to save it.
Thinking of this, Su Qingyan immediately went home and made a simple gas mask using gauze, fruitwood charcoal, alkaline water, and leather. After taking protective measures, he quickly walked into the woods.
After walking around for a while, he discovered that almost all the ordinary trees and many young ginseng plants in the woodland had died, but a few old trees and young ginseng plants had survived tenaciously.
Some of the older red ginseng even underwent mutations.
It turned into a black, unidentified ginseng, and its size shrank by almost half.
Su Qingyan dared not linger in the woods for too long, and after picking two mutated red ginseng plants, he hurriedly left.
As soon as he got home, he smelled a strong stench at the door. At that moment, the old nanny carrying Su Yuanxian came over and said in a deep voice, "Young master, those hooligans and thugs came over again and threw stones and rotten eggs into the yard. They almost hit the young master."
"There was still excrement they had splashed on the wall by the door; it stank horribly."
"I'm fine, but the young mistress is still in her postpartum period. Being disturbed like this all the time is not good for her health."
"Young master, you'd better think of a solution quickly, otherwise we can't live like this."
Su Qingyan sighed and comforted him, "I've already thought of a solution. Just hang in there a little longer, and it will be fine in a while."
He then went inside and took out the mutated red ginseng to examine it.
Although this thing is small, it is very heavy. Holding it in your hand feels like holding an iron ingot of the same size, which is quite peculiar.
It doesn't look like an ordinary thing.
Unfortunately, the plant master's notes did not record any relevant information, so he could not recognize what it was.
"The journal says that feeding ordinary livestock with spiritual herbs will have great benefits for them, making them grow larger, live longer, become more intelligent, and even potentially evolve into demonic beasts."
"If this mutated red ginseng is indeed an unknown medicinal herb, perhaps I can use the pigs I raise at home to conduct an experiment," Su Qingyan thought to himself.
He immediately grabbed a wood-chopping knife and cut off a root from the mutated red ginseng.
He then went to his own pigpen, intending to feed the mutated ginseng root he had cut off to his pigs, but found that they were not cooperating at all, and he had been trying for a long time without success.
So I came up with a solution.
He threw the mutated red ginseng root into the water trough where the pigs were drinking water.
Who knew that this mutated ginseng root would dissolve upon entering the water, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, completely merging into the water.
Moreover, the color of the water did not change at all.
There is absolutely no trace of this mutated ginseng root ever existing.
A few minutes later, a black pig that was about six months old got thirsty and grunted as it ran to the water trough and gulped down several mouthfuls of water.
However, less than two minutes later, the black pig collapsed to the ground and stopped breathing instantly.
The black pig was bluish all over, and its eyes were bloodshot. Its death was very similar to that of Su Qingyan's father and his group.
Seeing this, Su Qingyan rushed into the pigsty and moved the water trough out.
Even though his family were small landlords, meat was still a very precious asset, and they couldn't just waste it all like that. After all, given the horrific state of the black pig's death, even if it were cleaned up, probably no one would dare to eat it.
"The effect is immediate!"
Su Qingyan was shocked and made a comment. When he looked at the two mutated red ginsengs again, he almost lost his grip and subconsciously wanted to throw them far away.
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