Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn

Chapter 715: Chapter 74: The Uncle Master’s Whereabouts (Part 2)

It’s just such a small patch of land, yet it hosts a plant that catches the eye; amidst the pure white snow, the undeniable fragrance of flora compels an involuntary tremor in one’s steps. The two or three pieces of toothed green leaves are adorned with purple and white blossoms.

"Can you tell how old it is?" Xiao Xian was stunned by the sight of this human and wild ginseng coexistence.

That pleasantly fragrant, nearly mature wild ginseng seemed like the poison apple in the hand of a queen, leading every discoverer to want to take a bite.

"At least a millennium old," that scent seemed to possess a numbing effect, as Zhou Ziang felt that the broken bone in his arm didn’t hurt as much anymore.

The Purple Ginseng in his space, when mature, was of a millennial grade. While this ginseng wasn’t yet mature, the visual and olfactory shock it provided was enough to prove its extraordinary nature.

Such wild ginseng growing in the wild, especially those over a thousand years old, were bound to possess spiritual essence and might even have become a spirit or monster.

Mei Nian, frozen near the ginseng, must have also been tempted to pick it and thus ended up frozen nearby.

"Looking at the flower, it’s about to blossom. The recent inexplicable cracking of the Snow Gully is likely due to the imminent maturation of the ginseng and the fluctuations of Spiritual Power it caused." Zhou Ziang took a deep breath; such a treasure would undoubtedly compel anyone who saw it to claim it as their own. Merely smelling its fragrance could clear one’s mind, and if one were to consume it, the effect would be even more astonishing.

His space was on the brink of exhaustion, and merely transplanting it into his space could alleviate the desperate situation of his space’s waning Spiritual Power. But that was just wishful thinking; the fact that Mei Nian was frozen proved that this ginseng was untouchable. It took a considerable effort for Zhou Ziang to suppress the urge in his heart.

Xiao Xian remained silent by his side. Not good, her cultivation level was lower than his, he hoped she wasn’t beguiled by the overflowing Spiritual Power of the ginseng.

"We need to figure out a way to rescue Master Mei," Xiao Xian muttered. Apart from the initial glance at the ginseng, she had not looked at it again.

"You don’t want to dig out the ginseng?" Zhou Ziang couldn’t believe it. Shouldn’t she, like all other Cultivators and Superpower Users, covet that ginseng? Yet her reaction was to walk cautiously around, observing the clues left by Mei Nian after being frozen.

"No, I don’t want it. Even if I dug it up, I wouldn’t have the energy to nurture it. Grown for over a thousand years, it already has Spiritual Sense. Regardless of the method used to absorb its Spiritual Power, it’s no different from cannibalism," Xiao Xian had barely finished speaking when the ginseng seemed to shake its leaves, as if in agreement with her words.

"However, if we don’t dig it up, we probably won’t be able to save Master Mei," Xiao Xian found herself in a dilemma.

"Pay attention to what’s under Senior Mei’s feet," Zhou Ziang said after hearing Xiao Xian’s words, having an epiphany. All creatures possess Spiritual Sense, and it’s against the natural order to directly deprive another’s Spiritual Sense to increase one’s own cultivation. Such a simple principle, yet Zhou Ziang had momentarily failed to grasp it; instead, it was Xiao Xian, without other distractions, who inadvertently woke him up with a casual remark.

After discarding the distractions in his mind, Zhou Ziang felt his senses sharpening, and he joined Xiao Xian in observing the situation. Upon closer inspection, they discovered something unusual.

Xiao Xian looked closely and saw what Zhou Ziang pointed out: under Mei Nian’s feet, beneath the ice, there were numerous fine lines as thin as spider silk, yellowish-brown in color. At first glance, they looked like cracks formed in the ice layer under the weight of a body, but upon closer examination, those yellowish-brown lines, totaling over a hundred, were all wrapped around Mei Nian’s feet.

Weak Spiritual Power was flowing from the place where Mei Nian was frozen towards that blossoming ginseng.

Xiao Xian shivered all over; clearly, the ginseng was absorbing Mei Nian’s Spiritual Power.

"This is bad, if this continues, Master Mei will die from spiritual exhaustion," fortunately for Mei Nian, her fate was not sealed yet. Using her adept skill at detecting Spiritual Power, she had reached the Snow Gully before Wang Fenglei and was overjoyed to find the wild ginseng that amassed the Spiritual Power of Changbai Mountain. She briefly let her guard down in her excitement.

The age of this ginseng was unknown, but taking advantage of the moment of surprise and lowered guard, it released nearly a hundred ginseng spirit whiskers. It shot out the cold energy it had accumulated over thousands of years, and it was too late for Mei Nian to realize it by the time she did.

Fortunately, Mei Nian had left a fragment of Ice Blade in the Plum Rice Ball, preserving a trace of her Spiritual Sense within it.

Xiao Xian nourished the ice blade fragment with her own and her space’s Spiritual Power, unwittingly preventing the total depletion of Mei Nian’s Spiritual Power. She safeguarded that last thread of Mei Nian’s vitality.

Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang exchanged a look, and they each leaned against the nearby ice wall, getting as close as possible to Mei Nian’s ice figure while avoiding touching the ginseng spirit whiskers beneath the ice.

"If we cut those ginseng spirit whiskers, could Master Mei be saved?" Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang discussed.

"We can’t act recklessly. Judging by the state of the blossoming, in a short while, the ginseng flower might bear fruit. Once the fruit appears, it signifies the ginseng’s maturity. At that time, the ginseng spirit whiskers might become more formidable. If we approach, we might also end up frozen," Zhou Ziang estimated based on his past experience with nurturing ginseng.

"There’s another way, could we sever those ginseng spirit whiskers from a distance, then..." Xiao Xian spoke, and the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors hovered beside her.

Below, people were pondering how to cut those ginseng spirit veins that bound Spiritual Power, while above, people were already preparing to descend into the Snow Gully.

From the mountain peak above, there came a series of sounds, decreasing in pitch and drawing nearer.

"Could it be that they’re planning to send someone down with that thing?" Yezi looked up at the several dark spots appearing in the sky.

If Xiao Xian heard the sound, she would find it familiar; it resembled the sound of the helicopter modified by Xuerou during the sowing trials.(To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to go to Qidian () to cast a recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)