A Sect from a Spirit Vein

Chapter 510: Chapter 446: Winter Is Here

That night was like dry kindling in a raging fire, and long drought meeting sweet rain. Passionate men and wistful women twined together desperately, completely abandoning themselves and forgetting everything external.

At this moment, hearing Wu Yan’s shouts from outside, Lu Qian and Jiang Qingfeng suddenly awoke and sat up, only to realize they hadn’t arranged a Silence Talisman last night!

Jiang Qingfeng’s face flushed instantly, burying her head in the messy quilt, playing ostrich.

Meanwhile, Lu Qian shouted back, telling Wu Yan to assure Fang Hui not to worry, that he would come soon. Then he whispered softly to comfort his lover.

”Here is the Elder Courtyard, no idle persons will come, surely no one heard...”

”Even if they did, so what, we’re known as a destined Immortal couple, what’s to worry about.”

”Let me see who dares to gossip, they’ll be demoted immediately...”

Despite all the soothing words, Senior Sister Qingfeng ignored them, stubbornly clutching her head and lying on the quilt, her fair and graceful neck a bright red.

From Lu Qian’s angle, he could clearly see the alluring skin exposed beneath Senior Sister’s disheveled hair, along with the curves brought into view by her posture.

As his voice grew softer, he pounced like a hungry tiger, amidst Senior Sister’s cries, entwining like mandarin ducks, and the quilt surged like crimson waves.

This time, at least they didn’t forget the Silence Talisman.

...

An hour later, a satisfied Lu Qian leisurely arrived at Fang Hui’s courtyard, instantly being grabbed tightly by him.

With his originally neat three-foot-long beard now messy, and his hairpin partly undone, Fang Hui, looking disheveled, glared angrily at Lu Qian, shouting, ”Sect Leader Lu! Where did you go! With such an important matter, we couldn’t find you...”

Before Lu Qian could respond, Fang Hui’s face was already full of excitement, pulling Lu Qian along as he headed into the house.

”It’s found! Sect Leader Lu, the reason why the Star Dew Nourishing Spirit Pill was effective that time is found!”

Upon hearing this, Lu Qian shuddered. If this baffling reason is uncovered, could there be a potential cure for his Divine Soul affliction?

In haste, they entered upstairs to find the originally reception area now transformed into Fang Hui’s laboratory. Bottles and jars in all colors and shapes were everywhere, interconnected by glass rails, with various liquids flowing, sometimes murky, sometimes clear.

In one corner, three bronze Pill Furnaces, from small to large, stood beneath an Array, where flames of Spiritual Qi blazed fiercely, sending smoke wafting from the Pill Furnaces, with their lids vibrating slightly.

On the wall cabinet, rows upon rows of pill shelves crafted from pure gold held various types of Spiritual Medicine within array light shields, specks of Spiritual Light floating like fireflies.

Indeed, everything here is of great value, all funded by Yunshan Sect, including various spiritual medicine costs, estimated at fifty thousand Spirit Stones.

Yet if it can heal his Divine Soul wounds and restore his Consciousness Collection to normal, even five hundred thousand should be spared, or five million saved tightly.

Fang Hui pulled Lu Qian to the long table, excitedly lifting two herbs, ”Sect Leader Lu, see these two herbs, what’s the difference?”

Lu Qian examined closely, noting both herbs have six-petal leaves resembling a six-pointed star, entirely blood-red, and seemingly identical. But upon closer inspection, he found dense blood-colored fuzz on one.

”Yes, it’s the fuzz. This herb is called Six-Star Blood, one of the main ingredients for Star Dew Nourishing Spirit Pill,” Fang Hui explained quickly, ”Whether wild or cultivated, Six-Star Blood requires time after growing to mature, recognized by the shedding of fuzz.”

”These two demonstrate mature versus immature Six-Star Blood.”

”Even expertly cultivated Six-Star Blood takes years to shed the fuzz, which appears soft but clings tightly to the leaves, unremovable by ordinary methods.”

Fang Hui’s voice turned angry, ”But around ten years ago, someone developed a method to remove this fuzz without harming leaves.”

”These wretched people immediately started selling immature Six-Star Blood as mature after removing fuzz, saving years of cultivation!”

”Daring to fake Spiritual Medicine, utterly lawless and inhumane! Served right to be caught and executed publicly!”

Lu Qian ignored his anger, staring blankly at the herb, overwhelmed by absurdity.

”So... that time the Star Dew Nourishing Spirit Pill worked, I took fake medicine?!”

Fang Hui paused, then praised, ”Ah, truly Sect Leader Lu, quick thinking! Lucky you took fake medicine!”

Then he recounted quickly.

Originally after Lu Qian left secluded training, they conducted several experiments together taking Star Dew Nourishing Spirit Pill in various Divine Sense and physical states, without any unusual effects.

After Lu Qian departed, Fang Hui began ruling out other factors, shifting focus back to the Elixir itself.

But nearly a decade had passed, and they hadn’t paid particular attention at the time; the bottle given to Lu Qian was casually refined, so not even racking his brain could recall any special features during its crafting.