I, a cultivator, have ended up in the world of tomb raiding.

Chapter 27 Blood Heart Ginseng

The rooster turned its head to look at the old herbalist, then glanced at the chicken coop where it had lived for six years, as if making a decision, or perhaps saying goodbye.

Seeing that Baoji seemed to really be abandoning his home, the old herbalist quickly squatted down and called to the Angry-Eyed Chicken, begging it to come over.

But the Angry Rooster simply lowered its head and gently rubbed its soft feathers against Li Yue's knee.

Seeing that the Angry Rooster had shown its attitude, Li Yue smiled slightly.

He reached out and stroked the feathers of the Angry-Eyed Rooster, then turned and beckoned to the man from the Unloading Ridge Sect who was staring blankly to the side, and took an empty bamboo basket.

This scene astonished everyone present.

The young lady was so surprised that her beautiful eyes widened. She never imagined that two ordinary wild fruits could make this arrogant rooster submit.

Partridge Whistle's brows lifted, his eyes filled with surprise.

He had read extensively from his teachers' classic texts since childhood and traveled to famous mountains and rivers all over the world, but he had never seen anyone subdue a spirit bird so easily. The method was so strange that it was truly unbelievable.

The bandits disguised as porters looked at each other, their mouths agape, speechless for a long time.

The old herbalist stood there, his expression shifting, finally realizing that the people in front of him were no ordinary peddlers.

Although he was unwilling, he dared not offend such a person with extraordinary abilities, and could only admit defeat in despair.

Especially when I thought about how I had gotten carried away and blurted out that I had placed too much bet,

Now that the chicken is gone, and they have to give up their prized possession for nothing, they feel extremely heartbroken.

"I lost. You may take the chickens as you wish. There's also a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum at home; I'll fetch it right away," he said with difficulty.

Li Yue was slightly surprised to see that he actually intended to fulfill the bet.

The old herbalist felt his face burning with embarrassment under their gazes. He had spoken too confidently earlier, and now that the outcome was decided, he had already lost face. If he were to go back on his word and break the contract, he would be disgracing the entire Jinzhai Leitan branch of the family.

After much deliberation, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Please wait a moment."

After saying that, he turned and went into the house, and soon came out with an old wooden box.

Before the box even got close, Li Yue could already smell something unusual.

Inside, spiritual energy and yin energy intertwined and swirled, faintly revealing a trace of precious aura.

His heart skipped a beat, and his gaze fell directly on the double-layered box.

The old herbalist placed the box on the stone table in the courtyard and opened the lid.

In the first layer, a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum lies quietly.

The cap is as large as a palm-leaf fan, with a reddish-purple and lustrous color. The layers of the mushroom resemble stacked clouds, and the stem is thick and sturdy. It is indeed a rare and superior Ganoderma lucidum found in the mountains.

But Li Yue only glanced at it casually and immediately realized that the mixed aura did not come from the Ganoderma lucidum. He then asked, "What else is at the bottom of the box?"

The old herbalist was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't try to hide it. He reached out and gently pulled out the bottom layer of the wooden box.

Inside the box lay a dried ginseng root.

The ginseng is robust with dense, silvery roots. It is dark purplish-red all over, and its skin has a faint blood-red sheen, making it clear at a glance that it is extremely old.

The only drawback is that a small section of the ginseng body is missing from the bottom, and the cut has long since dried up and closed.

Inside the cut surface, the ginseng flesh was a deep red, like blood, unlike ordinary ginseng.

Others simply assumed it was a rare wild ginseng and showed some surprise, but Li Yue's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

This thing is extremely similar to the Blood Heart Ginseng from the cultivation world.

Blood Heart Ginseng mostly grows in deep valleys of desolate places where yin energy is dense and poisonous miasma pervades. It absorbs the coldness of the earth and gathers the essence of plants and trees to form it. Although it is not rare, it is extremely difficult to harvest.

The one in front of me looks like a variant of the blood ginseng. I wonder what kind of coincidence led it to grow in the deep mountains of western Hunan.

Li Yue wondered to himself whether the effect would be the same if he swallowed the blood ginseng himself.

Seeing the doubt on everyone's faces, the old herbalist sighed and spoke first:

"I risked my life to collect this blood ginseng deep in Ping Mountain when I was young. I wanted to sell it to get some money, food and cloth, but then my wife had to give birth... It was a difficult labor, and the midwife said that the baby was not going to survive and told me to prepare for the worst."

His voice grew hoarse as he spoke, glancing at his son who stood frozen beside him.

"I was unwilling to give up, so I cut a few slices of ginseng and had her put them in her mouth. To my surprise, she actually regained her strength and gave birth to the child."

The child had been cooped up in the womb for too long, and was born not very bright. He was dull and confused all day long, and could not even speak a complete sentence smoothly.

My wife couldn't hold on either; she passed away a few days later.

Hearing this, the girl in red felt a pang of sadness, and her eyes softened immediately.

Upon hearing this, Li Yue nodded slightly: "I see."

The old herb farmer was taken aback: "What do you mean by that?"

"I just pressed your son's wrist and sensed a trace of insidious poison in his body, deep in his bones, which he has carried with him since childhood."

Li Yue looked at him and asked, "Was this blood ginseng harvested in Ping Mountain, a place rife with poisonous miasma and venomous insects?"

The old herbalist was slightly surprised, paused for a moment, and then nodded.

The blood ginseng came from the outskirts of Ping Mountain, something he had never told anyone before, yet this young man had revealed it in a single sentence.

What alarmed him even more was that his son's mental disability might be caused by some kind of sinister poison.

In his shock and anxiety, he even stammered:

"Yin... Yin poison? You mean... my son looks like this because my wife ate this poisonous ginseng when she gave birth?"

"I'm not a doctor, so I dare not make any definitive conclusions," Li Yue said, shaking his head.

"This ginseng is extremely old and is a rare spiritual object. It is indeed effective in saving lives and prolonging life."

Unfortunately, growing in a place shrouded in miasma and insects, the ginseng has accumulated toxins over the years.

It is a powerful medicine for saving lives, but also a slow-acting poison.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

The old herbalist quickly grabbed Li Yue's wrist and said urgently, "Young man, you...you know medicine? Can you cure him?"

Li Yue shook his head.

A layer of gloom instantly settled in the old man's eyes. After so many years, he had long lost hope and should have accepted his fate.

But Li Yue then added, "However, I can try to help your son remove the yin poison from his body. If you're willing, you can give me this blood ginseng, how about it?"

The old herbalist was half-believing and half-doubting, fearing another disappointment, yet unable to suppress that sliver of hope for a miraculous escape.

Just a moment ago he was certain that the Angry Rooster would never submit, but Li Yue did just that.

This person in front of me has strange methods; perhaps... he really can help my son?

Besides, this blood ginseng is already damaged and won't fetch a good price, and few people will want it either. Rather than letting it rot in my hands, I might as well take a gamble.

With this thought in mind, he immediately nodded: "Alright! As long as you can cure my son, I'll give you this blood ginseng!"

Li Yue didn't say anything, but walked up to the honest and simple man.

All eyes turned to him.

I want to see how he should be treated.

Li Yue then brought two fingers together and gently touched the man's brow.

When the simple-minded man saw someone approaching, he instinctively tried to shrink back.

The old herbalist quickly stopped him: "Don't move! Listen to this young man!"

Although this man was usually dull-witted, he was the most obedient to his father. He immediately stood still and did not move.

Li Yue paused slightly, then looked up at the panel:

[Yin attribute energy detected...]

[Analyzing... Yin energy concentration 0.31%...]

[Extremely low Yin attribute energy detected. Should we still choose to absorb it?]