Spirit Plant Entry: Immortality Begins with Farming

The flower... is still alive.

The ulcers on the black petals, instead of expanding, shrank. The pale light on the stamens brightened slightly.

Although the temporary array collapsed, it injected a pure stream of earth vein yin energy into the Yin Soul Flower before it collapsed.

That should last it a month.

Chen Yuan grinned, wanting to laugh, but couldn't manage it.

He struggled to sit up and check his condition.

Thirty percent of my vitality has been lost—not in terms of lifespan, but in terms of current life energy.

It will take at least half a month to recover.

Spiritual energy exhausted.

The seedlings have been restored to 60%, but have fallen into a dormant state—they've consumed too much and need time to digest.

The biggest loss is...

He looked down at his right hand.

On the palm of my right hand, where the skin was originally smooth, there was a dark purple line—like a tree root or a crack—extending from the palm to the wrist.

The marks left by the erosion of the earth's veins by yin energy.

From then on, every time he used his spiritual power, this mark would ache faintly. Moreover, it might be detected by high-level cultivators, who would recognize that he had disturbed the earth's veins.

trouble.

But he's still alive.

This is enough.

Chen Yuan struggled to his feet and collected the broken Soul-Suppressing Wood and the dim remnants of the Yin Spirit Stone. The ashes of the Yin-Guiding Talisman were scattered by the wind, leaving no trace.

He looked at the pillar on the west side that was meant to suppress evil spirits—the spiderweb-like cracks at the base of the pillar had stabilized and were no longer expanding.

Fortunately.

He turned around, dragging his weary body, ready to leave.

Just then, a cold voice came from behind:

"Is this the solution you found?"

Chen Yuan's body stiffened.

He slowly turned around.

Su Wanqing stood three zhang away, her pale blue dress gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"Master Su," Chen Yuan said in a hoarse voice.

Su Wanqing stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the dark purple lines on his palm before turning to the Yin Soul Flower.

"A makeshift array, made with inferior materials, just haphazardly arranged." She said calmly, "You're lucky you didn't die."

Chen Yuan remained silent.

"The earth's ley lines will be eroded by the yin energy, leaving a mark on your palm that lasts for three years," Su Wanqing continued. "If the earth's ley lines are disturbed again during this period, the mark will deepen and penetrate to the bone, beyond the help of even a god."

She paused:

"Now, do you still want to repair the array yourself?"

Chen Yuan remained silent for a long time, then shook his head:

"No more cultivation."

"What about this flower?" Su Wanqing looked at the Yin Soul Flower. "The Yin energy injected into it before the array collapsed was only enough to keep it going for a month. After a month, it will still die."

Chen Yuan looked down at the dark purple lines on his palm, then looked up at the Yin Soul Flower.

"I'll take another route."

"What road?"

"I won't repair the formation," Chen Yuan said. "I'll let the flowers live on their own."

Su Wanqing raised an eyebrow: "How will we survive?"

Chen Yuan did not answer.

He turned around, walked to the Yin Soul Flower, squatted down, and stretched out his left hand—not his right hand, because his right hand had a mark, and he didn't want Su Wanqing to see any more.

He placed his left hand on the root of the ghost flower.

Consciousness sinks into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Look at those thirty-seven points of light.

Then, he took out a milky-white [rich in spiritual energy] and injected it into the Yin Soul Flower.

No response.

The Yin Soul Flower is a Yin-attribute spiritual plant, and its effect is not significant when its spiritual energy is abundant.

He then took out a tender green "rapid-ripening" fruit.

injection.

This time there was a reaction—the black petals of the Yin Soul Flower trembled slightly, and the festering edges stopped spreading.

But not enough.

Chen Yuan continued.

[Well-developed root system] - Enhances absorption capacity.

[Disease Resistance Enhancement] - Enhances resistance.

[Environmental Adaptation] - Enhances tolerance to harsh environments.

He used five entries in a row, injecting them all into the Yin Soul Flower's body.

The Ghost Flower changed at a speed visible to the naked eye—the color of its petals changed from dead black to dark purple, the festering stopped completely, and the pale light of its stamens stabilized and stopped swaying.

Although he is still sickly, he is able to survive.

It can survive without repairing the formation.

Chen Yuan withdrew his hand, sweat beading on his forehead—not from exhaustion, but from heartache.

Five entries, and that's how they were used up.

But he doesn't regret it.

Su Wanqing stepped forward, carefully examined the state of the Yin Soul Flower, and then looked at Chen Yuan with a complex expression:

"What kind of tricks are you using?"

"A secret technique," Chen Yuan said. "It's a family heirloom."

Su Wanqing didn't press the matter.

She paused for a moment and then said:

"The flower can live, but the effect can only last for three months. After three months, the fragment effect will disappear, and it will still die—unless you continue to maintain it with arcane magic."

Chen Yuan nodded: "I know."

"Was it worth it?" Su Wanqing asked. "To use so many precious secret techniques for a low-grade second-rank Yin Soul Flower?"

Chen Yuan looked at her and suddenly smiled:

"Master Su, you once said that the rules of Medicine Valley are: we don't ask about origins or methods, we only look at the results."

"Now, it's done."

"Did I pass?"

Su Wanqing stared at him for a long time.

Then, she smiled too.

His smile was rather cold, but there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"It's acceptable," she said, "but only temporarily. In three months, I want to see it flower and bear fruit—even if it only produces one seed."

Chen Yuan nodded: "Okay."

Su Wanqing turned to leave, but after a few steps, she stopped.

"Oh, right."

"Don't let anyone see that mark on your palm. Especially not the people from the Array Court—they'll recognize it."

After saying that, she left.

Chen Yuan stood there, watching her figure disappear into the night.

Then, he looked down at the dark purple lines on his palm.

Clench your fist.

The lines blend into the skin and are no longer visible.

But the pain remains.

Remind him of today's lesson.

But I also learned a few things: First, don't mess around with things you don't understand. Second, keyword fragments can be used in combination for significant results. Third, Su Wanqing... doesn't seem so difficult to talk to.

Under the moonlight, the ghost flowers at plot number seventy-three swayed gently.

The festering sores along the edges of the petals are slowly healing.