Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha Chapter 96: You Can’t Just Take Medicine Willy-Nilly

"I rember when Lan Yue opened this small world earlier, an ancient character from the Demon Race was written in the sky. Although I don’t recognize it, I rember it looked exactly like the Bronze Ancient Character in your hand, Nezha."

After hearing what Deng Chanyu said, Nezha took out that bronze-cast character again. The character, ancient and weighty, shone so brightly under the golden light above the clouds that it was hard to keep one’s eyes open.

He tried to channel so Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into it and leaned it against that golden gate, only to see the slit that had been opened in the sky move up and down following the ancient character.

The three exchanged glances, nodded to each other, and with a swipe of Nezha’s small hand, the golden gate was completely closed.

Then, the three of them walked towards the lake.

Deng Chanyu ran ahead, Nezha was in the middle, and Wu Xiang Monk followed at a leisurely pace from the rear.

The two children were not tall, and the height of the verdant wild grass in front of them had already reached their waists. When the wind blew, it whipped up waves of grass in the boundless adow, resembling a sea of grass.

"Monk, you said you ca from Spirit Mountain, what are you doing coming down the mountain, and have you ever been to Chentang Pass?"

"I have never been there; the first place I ca to was Sanshan Pass, and I stayed in a nearby town with my master for three months."

Listening to Nezha, Wu Xiang Monk was initially taken aback, then finally rembered why he felt his heart was cleansed and joyful upon eting these two.

Because these children spoke to him without masks on their faces, unlike Gu Jianqing, who was so deceptive and shaless, communicating with them was straightforward and therefore not so tiring.

"Nezha, it slls so nice here!"

Deng Chanyu’s crisp voice rang in his ears, and the two followed the direction of her pointing hand to look behind the thatched cottage.

They saw two acres of cultivated land, neatly arranged, which should have been untended for a thousand years. Yet, not a single weed was growing on the black fertile soil.

Not only that, but the plants that grew in the field were also peculiar. Every herb and plant was similar from its leaves to its stems to its fruit, yet each was different, making the aroma in the air complex and rich, so fragrant, so bitter, so spicy.

Although no specific scent could be identified, the Life Essence Qi in the air of the place was shockingly intense, even richer than the air around the big lake where the Purple Cloud Divine Wood grew outside the Divine Hall. Just taking a deep breath made one feel refreshed and clear-minded.

"If one lived here all year round, even the most ordinary person should have no problem living past one hundred and twenty years."

Nezha marveled, and Wu Xiang Monk, who also had experience in watering and tending to herbs on Spirit Mountain, was inexpressibly shocked as he looked at the two acres of the dicine Field.

Unconsciously quickening his pace, he reached the dicine Field, pushed aside the leaves of the foremost Spiritual dicine, and saw its partially exposed stem protruding from the soil, white mixed with red, red tinged with green, and green laced with white.

Nezha and Deng Chanyu crouched down beside him, and Deng Chanyu, with eyes wide, said: "These turnips are really big and the leaves are so clean. The turnips grown by the farrs of Sanshan Pass don’t look this good."

"Turnips?" Wu Xiang Monk chuckled dryly, feeling a bit excited, "Indeed, it’s a turnip, this is called the Double Flying Treasure Lotus Turnip. It is said to be an ingredient for a dish served at the banquet of the Golden Mother of the Turquoise Pool, and it’s also used in dicine. A few decades to a hundred years old is common, but this one, in my opinion, must be at least fifteen thousand years old."

Hearing this, Nezha frowned slightly and said, "But didn’t Bai Mushuang say that he created this small world a thousand years ago when he failed to break through to the Saint Realm?"

Wu Xiang Monk nodded and said, "Thus, perhaps Lan Yue did not lie. In this minor world, it might indeed conceal the lifeti collection of Demon Lord Bai Mushuang, and this Spiritual dicine Field, the precious herbs it bears must also have been transplanted from other places."

At the sa ti, he sighed, "If Bai Mushuang had been hiding in this minor world back then, instead of sitting in that Divine Hall, perhaps Lady Yun Xiao wouldn’t have been able to find even a trace of him."

Alas, that was not the case.

It was regrettable that Bai Mushuang desired to use the Supre Formation within the great hall to attempt another breakthrough to the Saint Realm.

"This dicine Field mostly contains Divine dicines that are over ten thousand years old, and those few that occupy their own small patches are even dicine Sovereigns of over fifty thousand years, containing incalculable amounts of Life Essence Qi. Any single herb taken out and placed into the hands of soone in need would be valued even above that Purple Cloud Divine Wood out there."

Upon hearing these words, Nezha and Deng Chanyu exchanged a look, feeling even more astonished in their hearts.

In his previous life, Nezha had only heard of ginseng, which becos more valuable as it ages. But even with his limited knowledge in the Cultivation World, he knew that the items in this dicine Field were far more precious than ginseng.

Yet perhaps the shock was too great, and he couldn’t help but ask a very foolish question.

"What use are these Spiritual dicines?"

"All cultivators, no matter which sect, pursue but one goal, and that is longevity.

After forming a Golden Core, Cultivators can use Golden Core Power to suppress the four extremities within the body, slowing down aging and extending life by five hundred years. Beyond that, advancing to the Loose Immortal Realm ensures an undying Primordial Spirit, adding several thousand years to one’s life. Beyond that are the Golden Immortal and Taiyi Golden Immortal realms, and you know, even those peak Taiyi Golden Immortals, who hold sway in any sect or school, are rarely able to live for tens of thousands of years."

Nezha seed to grasp the concept and pointed to the precious herbs and Spiritual dicines in front of him, saying, "Yet these unique plants do not need to cultivate but can survive for fifty to a hundred thousand years—or even longer."

"Not only that, unless one can continuously break through realms and climb higher, as people live longer, their life Essence Qi weakens, while these treasure dicines grow more vigorous in Life Essence Qi as they age. For this reason, aside from harvesting them for alchemic concoction, all the major sects keep so long-lived treasure dicines for research."

Wu Xiang Monk sighed inwardly, thinking that even so, the treasure dicines in this two-acre dicine Field were nearly as valuable as those he had seen at Spirit Mountain.

Nezha thought it was a good thing that these prestigious schools controlled vast cultivation resources yet still found ti to conduct so scientific research.

He hadn’t thought that far ahead; he was currently but a seven-year-old child, with his vitality growing stronger each passing day, and the threat of aging and death far from his imdiate concern; thus, he wasn’t so fixated on eternal life.

All he thought about was sothing Lady Shi Ji had once said: to form a Top-grade Golden Core, talent, constitution, luck, and an abundance of life-filled Spiritual Treasures are indispensable.

What if all these Spiritual dicines on the ground were used to help him with Core Formation?

Just as this thought surfaced in his mind, he heard a miserable scream beside him. Deng Chanyu, for so reason, collapsed between the furrows, falling into the dark mud.

Nezha and Wu Xiang hurried over. Wu Xiang was adept in dicine and quickly took Deng Chanyu’s pulse, finding her eyes tightly closed and her exposed skin burning hot. The more he checked, the tighter his brow furrowed.

"Every limb and bone seems to be burning with a lump of coal; what bizarre ailnt is this?"

Nezha glanced at the obsidian-like pit on the ground, then looked at the small tree over three feet tall beside him, with six lychee-sized red fruits hanging on it. Helplessly, he said, "Little ancestor, you really shouldn’t recklessly consu dicine."