Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 111 Place of Mutation (1/2)

Wu Changqing looked at the blue parcel in the Scholar's hand, feeling quite emotional.

This object, in his memory, was a gift from Imperial Court officials to the young heroes of Jianghu to aid them in their chivalrous endeavors, but having transcended the original setting, a look back allowed him to see the object's complexity.

Let's not even mention the relationship between the Imperial Court and Jianghu, just the excuse of promoting chivalry is hardly convincing.

In this world, which Military Officer would give treasures to disciples of the Evil Sect, to help them perform chivalrous deeds?

The reasoning was far too childish.

Was it that difficult to come up with a better reason? Such laziness.

The elder inwardly scoffed.

By now, he knew that as long as those outsider heroes exchanged their world's Silver Coins for the Silver Taels of this Jianghu, no matter the amount, even if it was only enough for a bun, they would receive this parcel, within which lay numerous rare and heavenly resources, Divine Weapons, things rarely seen by ordinary people in Jianghu, to aid in their adventures.

Wu Changqing had lived for more than seventy years to this point.

With enough life experience as a foundation, a little thought was all it took to realize that this was nothing more than a merchant's tactic to stimulate those 'foreign heroes' to scatter Silver wildly into this world, akin to luring fish with bait.

Once a person tastes sweetness, they can never again endure bitterness.

Having enjoyed the various conveniences from the items in the parcel, to then return to slowly cultivate and practice martial arts, they would be unwilling. When the time came, they would throw their Silver Taels generously into Jianghu, allowing those behind the scenes to profiteer.

At most, it was the willing falling into the trap.

Hm... speaking of which, it had been several days since he last had fish...

The elder's thoughts gradually drifted off in another direction when he suddenly heard a high-pitched scream, similar to the sound of startled young animals, which shocked him back to his senses. He saw that the Scholar had opened the blue parcel and it contained numerous items, including stones resonating with a starry charm and highly translucent jade.

Spread out among them, treasures galore.

One of the ginsengs, as big as a forearm, sprouted hands and feet but still bore the resemblance of a ginseng. In some manner, it shrieked and shot out of the parcel, attempting to escape. Though its form was small and clumsy, its actions were rather agile.

Just as it was about to burrow into the ground, a hand grasped its right leg. Despite being a newly-born Spiritual Medicine with only instinct, it still felt the enveloping shadow, like a heavy curtain cast over itself, the darkening of the sky above, and only two cold eyes casting light on it, causing its branches and leaves to tremble slightly.

Driven by a certain instinct of living creatures, it wrapped its hands and feet around that palm, making imploring sounds, while secretly channeling its medicinal power into its fine roots, making them as firm as rock, as sharp as metal, aiming a stealthy stab towards the wrist of the hand that held it.

Though it was newly born, it had the instinct of a wild animal, knowing how to escape and deceive.

The whimpering noises became increasingly ingratiating.

And the roots became as sharp as swords.

The next moment, a hint of mockery seemed to play at the corners of the Scholar's mouth.

The hand clutching the medicine casually flung it to the side.

The screaming stopped.

As Wu Changqing looked on dumbfounded, Mr. Ying, expressionless, held up the thing that was between illusion and reality by its right leg. Noticing that the surrounding spiritual energy and medicinal power seemed to be gathering again, he frowned slightly and smashed it down with the back of his hand once more.

The elder thought he heard a crisp snap. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

His body involuntarily shuddered.

Subconsciously, he moved slightly further away from the handsome Scholar.

When the noise subsided and he looked up again, he saw the misty aura dissipate and what was said to be hands and feet were just the roots of the ginseng, with golden-red lines and an unwavering stench of blood, mixed with an exceedingly fragrant scent, making one feel relaxed all over, clearly an extremely rare medicine.

But Wu Changqing, known as the number one doctor in Jianghu, had seen countless precious medicinal materials in his life, yet he had never seen such an anomaly. Curiosity and puzzlement filled his heart as he couldn't help but ask, with a touch of surprise in his voice:

"Mr., this is...?"

The scholar picked up the ginseng, his expression unchanged, and said,

"As you can see, this package contains a Third Rank Spiritual Medicine, three-thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng."

The elderly man raised his hand to interrupt, saying helplessly,

"I know, sir..."

"This thing thrives on blood. Although swallowing it cannot directly enhance a martial artist's martial power, it can rejuvenate the muscles and marrow, strengthen one's physique, bolster physical strength, and achieve the physique of a dragon and tiger."

"Even an unworthy martial artist who consumes it can transform into a splendid figure in the martial arts world. When they exert seven parts of their strength, it is as good as others giving their full effort. In a fight, this would be a significant advantage."

"I am well aware of these things."

"However, how has this ginseng become like this?"

The old man stroked his beard, unable to calm the shock in his heart.

From what he had just seen, although this thing had not developed human-like intelligence, it was already comparable to ordinary wild rabbits and cats, possessing the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. If he had to describe something similar, it would only be from those books of myths and legends he read when he was young and disinterested in studying.

But aren't those just legends?

Mr. Ying glanced at Wu Changqing and saw the confusion on his face, his brow slightly furrowed.

He had already explained out of consideration for their relationship, believing that would be enough to save face. At this point, he couldn't be bothered to engage further. His mouth twitched into a half-smile and he let out a noncommittal laugh, saying,

"Having lived for so long..."

The old man thought he would offer an explanation, and listened intently, only to hear the scholar's voice,

"Hasn't made your brain work any better, has it?"

Wu Changqing's face darkened.

Looking down at the blackwood cane in his hand, he suddenly understood Ci's behavior and felt a strong urge from the bottom of his heart to swing this useful and sturdy cane in a full circle and smash it hard onto that sneering face.

Just then, Ci suddenly spoke,

"Perhaps it's because of the world the wind resides in..."

Wu Changqing turned his head and saw the monk pondering and said,

"After all, that place is the realm of reality. The wind moving to and from here every day, even if just for an instant, has allowed the outside world's aura to flow in. Some of the things we are familiar with have been affected and are gradually drawing closer to their real counterparts."

"Given that in the outside world, Divine Weapons are sentient, it's not unimaginable that an Upper Third Rank Spiritual Medicine might gradually become sentient as well."

"And if the Spiritual Medicine of this world begins to possess the possibility of sentience..."

"Then, after some time, could the top-tier weapons here also become Divine Weapons?"

Wu Changqing was slightly startled, and then involuntarily looked at the wooden cane in his hand.

When he saw that the cane remained plain and unresponsive, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to remember that his original weapon could not manifest at all, and what he was using was nothing more than an ordinary object. A peculiar feeling arose in his heart.

Meanwhile, the scholar had already set the ginseng aside and was rifling through the other items in the package. The Martial Arts Manuals contained within were treated as nothing more than waste paper by him, thrown carelessly to the side without a second glance. Among the remaining items were the quintessential meteorite iron used for forging weapons.

There were also Elixirs infused with Inner Strength, capable of rapidly increasing a 'martial artist's' Internal Force Cultivation, bypassing the initial arduous training stage and quickly venturing into Jianghu. The scholar took one of the Elixirs and held it in his palm, pondering as he said,

"Ci, that young man, on that rainy night, it seems..."

"He experienced an epiphany?"

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