Chapter 4558 — Preparing the Spirit-Infant Gathering Pill
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
At his current realm, continued secluded cultivation had little effect. Even tempering himself further with the Five Elements killing qi was useless, for it was like a bottle already filled to the brim—no matter how much water one poured in, it was futile. There was only one way to advance: to switch to a larger bottle.
From the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage, the so-called condensation of a Nascent Soul was, plainly put, the exchange of one bottle for a larger, sturdier one. If the Golden Core was a pond, the Nascent Soul was a vast lake—the two could not be mentioned in the same breath. The process was a classic case of building anew after destruction; one had to be resolved to survive only by first placing oneself in a deathly predicament, and at the same time supplement it with every possible preparation. It was by no means something mere bitter cultivation could achieve.
Wei Zhao had no choice now but to change his original plan. Returning to the Northern Island to begin condensing his Nascent Soul was clearly out of the question. To avoid wasting time, the condensation would have to begin now—and the first step was to refine the Spirit-Infant Gathering Pill!
Thanks to Chu Bubai, Wei Zhao now had an entire stalk of infant ginseng in hand. If it were put up for auction on the market, the whole of the Five Great Cloud-Tier Islands would be thrown into an uproar, and Wei Zhao's name would become known to all—including those top-tier beings who never showed themselves. Of course, that was only talk. Even if Wei Zhao's brain were broken, he could not possibly let the infant ginseng out. Never mind selling it—he could not breathe a single word of it, or it would be a death sentence.
The moment he took out the infant ginseng, the surrounding space was filled with fragrance. The scent nearly made Wei Zhao think he had returned to the Lu Feng Forest. The spirit bird playing nearby immediately came over, its eyes burning as it stared at the infant ginseng. Though it had never seen such a rare treasure, spirit beasts possessed an innate intuition for heaven-and-earth treasures; there was no chance it would fail to recognize one.
"You want to eat this?" Wei Zhao laughed at the spirit bird's fixed, unblinking stare. From their very first meeting, this creature had always been a carefree, happy-go-lucky sort—it was rare indeed to see such an "expression" on it.
"Chirp chirp!" The spirit bird nodded repeatedly with almost human understanding, its eyes still fixed unblinkingly on the infant ginseng as it gulped down its drool.
"Heh, you certainly know a good thing when you see it!" Wei Zhao scolded with a laugh, then shook his head. "But this is not for you to eat. Never mind a whole stalk—even a tiny slice would be more than your little frame could bear. It would do you no good at all; you would only suffer internal injuries, and then I would have no way to explain it to Xiaotao."
"Chirp chirp chirp chirp..." The spirit bird looked pitifully at Wei Zhao, then at the infant ginseng, and finally could only pull its head back, utterly crestfallen.
Wei Zhao could not help but laugh at the sight. What he had said was the truth. The infant ginseng was indeed a treasure rarely seen in this world. Even a tiny scrap scraped from it would be a great tonic for a cultivator of his level, worth years of bitter cultivation. But precisely for that reason, it could not be eaten carelessly. A tonic taken beyond measure became a deadly poison—that was a truth known to all.
In the past three months, the spirit bird had been hopping about this underground space, and for some reason its strength had surged along with it, rising from the great perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage to the late Golden Core stage—an improvement even greater than Wei Zhao's own, leaving even a freak like him sighing in admiration. (To be continued—please search Piaotian Literature for faster, better updates!)
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