Published: March 9, 2025
Chu Yang felt a peculiar sensation, as if there was a kind of urging intent emanating from the Jade Snow Spiritual Ginseng, compelling the Purple Sky Blood Ginseng to grow faster. This feeling was strikingly clear and overwhelming.
It was filled with the dominance of a victor over a defeated opponent… that kind of haughty satisfaction contrasted sharply with the dejected and compromise demeanor of the Purple Sky Blood Ginseng, making the difference all the more apparent.
Damn it, you lost, and yet you’re not hurrying to pay tribute! Yes, that’s exactly the sentiment.
Gradually, as the scarlet mist continued to enter the body of the Jade Snow Spiritual Ginseng, the originally snowy white and particularly adorable ginseng began to show streaks of blood color on its surface.
The visual effect was akin to a person’s capillaries surfacing on the skin...
If it was originally like a lump of flour, now it had already possessed life.
Finally, the blood mist ceased to diffuse, and the three Purple Sky Blood Ginsengs appeared as if they had suffered a severe illness, their branches and leaves drooping, with countless wrinkles emerging on their skin, standing there like defeated roosters, listless and weak. Their roots continuously entrenched themselves into the soil, becoming immobile, seemingly devoid of any strength.
That appearance of compromise resembled those subdued by oppression, conforming to hidden rules... uh... um... what’s the word?
The changes in the Jade Snow Spiritual Ginseng were even more pronounced. It was as if it had eaten and drunk to its fill. It even satisfiedly let out a burp, stretched lazily, and then produced a "puff" sound.
Like it had overindulged and released a loud fart.
With this sudden sound, Chu Yang discovered a wisp of light smoke slowly drifting out, coalescing in the air and transforming into three small doll-like figures, each about the size of a fist, snowy white and pink, with distinct facial features, chubby and adorable.
The three little dolls opened their eyes simultaneously and joyfully floated over to Chu Yang, hugging his head, filling him with a sensation of delight, gratitude, attachment, and trust.
“Medicine Spirit transformation?! ... It actually formed like this! My heavens!?” The Sword Spirit gasped, unable to believe his eyes as he looked at the three little creatures, taking in sharp breaths.
It was truly unbelievable!
This was way too absurd, right?!
And they didn’t even use the Nine Deaths Soul Returning Grass?
“Ah, I see, I see. So that’s how it is.” The Sword Spirit suddenly understood: “The medicine spirit requires a spiritual essence, and the three Purple Sky Blood Ginsengs just happen to possess it. Although they are different varieties, they belong to the same family, making them easier to absorb... and this is why the results are so remarkable...”
“This is what they call a medicine spirit?!” Chu Yang looked affectionately at the three little ones, unable to resist reaching out to hold them in his palms. The little ones showed contented smiles, playfully poking at his hands with their pink little heads and limbs, occasionally tumbling over, filled with uncontainable joy.
To Chu Yang, they felt like three newborns, fragile yet incredibly endearing.
“Yes, this is the humanoid form of a medicine spirit, in its initial stage; with their abilities, they can increase the growth rate of any spiritual medicine by fifty times!” The Sword Spirit took a deep breath. “Moreover, it won’t be too laborious! One could even say it’s effortless, just a matter of raising one’s hand!”
“A growth rate increase of fifty times?!” Chu Yang gasped, eyes sparkling. “So that means something that originally needed a hundred years to grow will now only take two years?”
“Roughly so,” the Sword Spirit shook his head, voice tinged with excitement. “However, that is only in the outside world; if it were in the Nine Calamity Space, it would be different.”
“Different? Is it better or worse?” Chu Yang asked.