C17 Absorbing the Spirituality
"Ye Feng, it was us who looked down on you before. I didn't expect you to have the talent to pick herbs. Hmm, Manager Zhang is right, you are indeed not a piece of trash."
"Since that's the case, I can't waste your talent. How about this, from tomorrow onwards, you will be a member of the Zhao Family Manor Herbal Team. Every day, you only need to hand over a stalk of Yellow Grade Middle-Grade Spiritual Herb to the manor. Then, you and your sister Hua Ling will be able to live in peace in the manor." Zhao Tianle said with a smile.
"What?"
Hua Ling was furious.
Hand over a stalk of Middle-Grade Spiritual Herb every day?
Why don't you go to hell?
Although his brother had picked up a lot of herbs this time, picking herbs relied on luck. Not to mention Middle-Grade Spiritual Herbs, even Low-Grade Spiritual Herbs might not be able to be picked every day. Moreover, in this way, he had to enter the Great Black Forest every day.
Something bad would happen sooner or later!
This guy really ate people without spitting out their bones.
"Deacon Zhao, you must be joking. Spiritual herbs will eventually run out one day. There aren't many Middle-Grade Spiritual Herbs in the outer perimeter. Not to mention one stalk every day, it's probably impossible to pick ten stalk every day."
Ye Feng said slowly. As he spoke, his eyes looked towards the few large baskets on the long table that were filled with medicinal herbs.
There were so many medicinal herbs gathered here, and the spirituality they emitted had long made the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein restless. Ye Feng had been holding himself back, but it was inconvenient for him to make strange moves in public.
Now that Zhao Tianle was looking for trouble, it gave Ye Feng an opportunity.
"However, I, Ye Feng, cannot ignore Deacon Zhao's good intentions. How about this, let me consider it …"
"You better agree!" Zhao Tianle's face darkened, and he threatened, "Zhao Family Manor does not raise idle people!"
Hearing this, Ye Feng's expression became extremely ugly, and his body froze there.
The onlookers thought that Ye Feng was scared by Deacon Zhao.
Trash was still trash in the end. He was scared to the point of losing his mind, humph …
"Alright then. Deacon Zhao, but I have only been in contact with medicinal herbs for a short period of time, so I don't know many of them. Can you give me some time to carefully observe those medicinal herbs?" After a long time, Ye Feng nodded helplessly and pointed to the large basket on the long table.
"Go!"
Zhao Tianle was so happy in his heart.
However, on the surface, he acted as if he didn't care and waved his hand magnanimously.
"Brother, how can you agree to such a condition?" Hua Ling said in a low voice. She reached out to pull Ye Feng, but Ye Feng turned around and gave her a look.
"Do you believe me?"
"I believe, but …" Hua Ling still wanted to say something.
"Just believe it. Come, accompany me to see those spirit medicines. I will recognize them next time." Ye Feng smiled as he led her over, and directly grabbed the most eye-catching one from the large basket.
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One stalk after another.
Very quickly, Ye Feng had searched through all the spirit medicines in the large basket. In the eyes of Zhao Tianle and the others, he had only casually touched them and put them back.
The time he had spent touching them was no more than a few breaths.
But who would have known that Ye Feng's casual touch would be so amazing? Basically, every single stalk of medicinal herb had almost all of its spirituality sucked out. This was also because Ye Feng was worried that he would attract suspicion, so he deliberately left some medicinal strength behind.
It was enough to absorb seven to eight percent of the medicinal strength. Otherwise, even a fool would be able to tell that something was wrong with the few large baskets of spirit medicines.
Although Ye Feng was not afraid of Zhao Tianle now, even if he could kill Zhao Tianle, there was still someone in the Zhao Family Manor who was stronger than Zhao Tianle, especially the Manor Lord, Zhao Dapeng, who was a peak seventh level of the Martial Cultivator, the Clear Heart Stage.
Compared to Zhao Dapeng, Ye Feng was very far away.
After absorbing the spirituality, the medicinal power quickly entered his meridians and was converted into internal strength and power by the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein. At this moment, an unexpected change happened.
After absorbing enough spirit medicines in the Great Black Forest, Ye Feng's cultivation had already entered the peak of the third level of the Tiger Strength Stage before killing the Flame Tiger, and his strength was even stronger than the fourth level of the Blood Exchange Stage Martial Cultivator.
He had been unable to enter the Blood Exchange Stage for a long time because he had met a bottleneck in his cultivation.
But now, after absorbing a hundred-year-old ginseng, two other middle-grade spirit medicines, and quite a few low-grade spirit medicines, the enormous energy that the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein had transformed into allowed the sealed bottleneck to be broken bit by bit.
In other words, Ye Feng was about to break through again.
When a Martial Cultivator entered the fourth level of Blood Exchange Stage, his strength would increase, and his Qi and blood would become as powerful as a raging flame. Ordinary blood would condense into Blood Essence. At this time, Ye Feng felt a hot current rolling in his Dantian, causing the blood in his entire body to boil.
His body slowly became hot, and his face turned red like blood.
This was originally a good thing, but it was not the right time. Ye Feng did not have enough strength now, so he could not let Zhao Tianle and the others notice anything abnormal.
"Aiyo!" His mind was spinning fast, but he deliberately let out a loud moan.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you having a fever? I can feel that your body is very hot. " Hua Ling immediately helped Ye Feng up.
"Hua Ling, big brother is a little uncomfortable. Let's go back first." Ye Feng leaned his body against Hua Ling's shoulder and forcefully suppressed his cultivation in his Dantian, not letting the Blood Exchange Stage come early.
"Haha, this trash must have been poisoned."
"Back then, when my big brother went into the Great Black Forest to pick herbs, he also had the same symptoms when he inhaled the poisonous gas. His entire body turned red, and slowly, his entire body would rot. My big brother had to suffer for three days and three nights before he died, and his entire body was torn apart. That was so miserable."
"Actually, this is something that will happen sooner or later. If he doesn't die this time, it must be because this trash is lucky. Could it be that he will be so lucky next time? The Deacon told this trash to submit a stalk of middle-grade herbal medicine every day."
"Once the trash dies, the little bitch Hua Ling will never be able to escape from the Deacon's palm …"
"A toad has eaten the meat of a swan. A fresh flower, ai, what a pity …"
"What a pity, you, stay away from me. If the Deacon hears you, you will be dead."
Seeing Ye Feng being carried away by Hua Ling with a painful expression on his face, the people surnamed Zhao pointed at their backs and began to talk excitedly. Zhao Tianle, who was standing on the high platform, saw Ye Feng's scene and a rare seriousness flashed across his eyes.
However, this seriousness disappeared very quickly, and was replaced by a cold look.
"It is somewhat similar to the Blood Exchange Stage of the fourth level, but … it's impossible. There has never been such a peerless figure in Yuanwu Continent who awakened the Martial Vein and reached the Blood Exchange Stage in less than ten days."
"It seems like he was really poisoned. Hmph, it's good that he's dead …"
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It was night.
In the courtyard of the Zhao Family, a large pot was raised high. Several servants were busy adding firewood into the furnace.