Immortality and Cultivation: I can extract entries from all things.

The next morning.

Fang He left the thatched hut and headed towards the market.

I recalled the patterns in the terms I had summarized last night.

Terms extracted from a certain type of item are often related to that type.

He wanted to obtain more useful entries, especially those related to alchemy and combat.

The market has many stalls, a mixed bag of people, so you might be able to find a bargain.

……

On the east side of the market, stalls lined up along the street.

Fang He walked slowly, his [Appreciation Basics] and [Sharp Senses] quietly activating as his gaze swept over each stall.

The first stall was filled with all sorts of odds and ends: broken fragments of magical artifacts, unknown minerals, and yellowed books.

The stall owner, a middle-aged rogue cultivator, was idly watching passersby when he saw Fang He stop, and immediately perked up.

"Fellow Daoist, see if there's anything you like? They're all good stuff, and the prices are fair."

Fang He did not respond, his gaze wandering over the stall.

The items passed by one by one, most of them worthless.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a piece of charred charcoal.

The charcoal was about the size of a fist, with a black surface, like waste left after being burned.

However, through the perception of the words, Fang He vaguely sensed a trace of scorching heat remaining inside the charcoal.

Those were traces of fire-type spiritual energy.

He picked up the charcoal, glanced at it, then put it down and picked up a piece of ore next to him to examine it.

"How about this stone?" Fang He asked.

The stall owner's eyes lit up: "Fellow Daoist has a good eye! This is hematite, a good material for refining weapons. I'll sell it to you for three spirit stones."

Fang He shook his head, put down the ore, and picked up the piece of charcoal: "What about this?"

The stall owner curled his lip: "That piece of broken wood? I don't know who threw it here, just scraps left over from burning some kind of spirit wood. If you want it, take it for half a spirit stone."

Fang He took out half a spirit stone and handed it over.

The stall owner took the spirit stones, still saying, "What are you buying this for, fellow Daoist? It's so smokey even for starting a fire..."

Fang He ignored him, put the charcoal into his pocket, and turned to leave.

The stall owner muttered a few words behind her, but Fang He ignored him.

He didn't rush to leave the market, but continued walking forward.

After another incense stick's time, Fang He stopped in front of another stall.

This stall specializes in selling all sorts of old and worn items. The stall owner, an elderly man with white hair, was dozing off while leaning back in his chair.

Fang He squatted down, his gaze sweeping over the items on the stall.

A broken bronze object, a cracked jade pendant, several worm-eaten books...

His gaze fell on a jade slip in the corner.

The jade slip was badly damaged, with cracks all over its surface; it was clearly a damaged and worthless item.

However, using his perception of the inscription, he discovered that a faint spiritual imprint remained inside the jade slip.

Fang He picked up the jade slip and then picked up a tattered book next to it and flipped through it.

The old man was startled awake by the noise, opened his eyes, and his cloudy gaze fell on Fang He.

"What do you want?"

"How many spirit stones are in this jade slip?"

The old man glanced at it: "Half a spirit stone."

Fang He picked up the tattered book again: "What about this one?"

The old man waved his hand: "I'll charge you one spirit stone."

Fang He took out the spirit stone and handed it over, then carefully put away the jade slip and the book together.

……

On the edge of the market, in a quiet corner.

Fang He took out the charred charcoal, and the panel appeared.

A faint glow emanated from the charcoal surface, and a scene flashed through my mind.

A cultivator tempers a magical artifact in a sea of ​​fire. As the flames scorch it, the charcoal gradually takes shape and eventually becomes a material that can bear the spiritual power of fire.

The ritual artifact's tempering failed, and the charcoal was discarded.

[Retrievable historical traces detected]

Item: Charred Charcoal

[Historical Imprint: Remnants of a Fire-Elemental Cultivator's Weapon Tempering (White)]

【Whether to extract? 】

Fang He confirmed.

[Acquired stat: Fire Affinity (White)]

[Affix Effect: Fire spell learning/casting +20%]

A burning sensation surged into Fang He's mind, and he felt his affinity for fire-type spiritual power greatly increased.

Fire magic will surely come in handy in the future.

He then took out the tattered jade slip containing spiritual consciousness.

The panel reappeared.

Historical retrospection has begun.

A faint light emanated from the jade slip, and a scene flashed through my mind.

A cultivator was meditating and cultivating, probing his spiritual sense into the jade slip, refining his spiritual consciousness again and again.

The jade slip shattered during an impact, but the spiritual imprint remained.

[Historical Imprint: Spiritual Hammer Imprint (Gray)]

【Whether to extract? 】

Fang He confirmed.

[Acquired stat: Sharp Senses (Gray)]

Fang He was taken aback.

This is his second entry for the term "sharp spiritual sense".

On the panel, the two entries are displayed side by side, and then automatically merged, increasing the total effect from +10% to +15%.

"They can be stacked?"

Fang He was both surprised and delighted.

To his surprise, he had never imagined that similar terms could be combined.

This means that certain abilities can be continuously enhanced, with an upper limit far exceeding expectations.

To his delight, the potential of the cheat code was even greater than he had imagined.

He calmed himself down and carefully studied the data on the board.

When two terms are combined, the effect changes from +10% to +15%, which is not a simple addition but rather a decrease.

Even though it's decreasing, it's still a real improvement.

Fang He put away the two items and walked south towards the market.

Captain Chen mentioned that Master Wu's pharmacy was over there, and he wanted to go take a look.

After walking through several streets and alleys, a pharmacy came into view.

The pharmacy was small, and the character "吴" on the signboard had faded.

Fang He pushed open the door and entered.

A bitter aroma of medicinal herbs wafted over.

Behind the counter sat a hunchbacked old man with a withered face, fiddling with something.

Hearing the door open, the old man raised his eyelids and glanced at Fang He. His eyes were cloudy, but they revealed a shrewdness.

"Buying medicine?"

Fang He stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting: "Sir, I would like to buy some medicinal herbs."

The old man grunted, then coughed several times before stopping, his voice hoarse: "What do you want?"

Fang He recited the names of several common medicinal herbs.

The old man got up to fetch the medicine. His movements were slow, but his hands were very steady. He carefully grasped the medicine, weighed it, and wrapped it up.

Fang He stood in front of the counter, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the pharmacy without making a sound.

The shelves were filled with various bottles and jars of medicinal herbs, some with labels and some without.

In a corner, a young girl is sorting medicinal herbs.

The girl was about sixteen years old, dressed simply, but with delicate and lively features and clear eyes.

She carefully sorted and arranged the medicinal herbs, her fingers nimble and her movements swift.

Fang He glanced at it a couple more times.

The girl seemed to sense something, looked up and met his gaze, then quickly lowered her head and continued with her work.

The old man took the medicinal herbs, wrapped them in paper, and placed them on the counter.

"Three spirit stones."

Fang He took out the spirit stone and handed it over, then put the medicinal herbs away.

He didn't rush to leave, and casually asked, "Sir, what is this medicinal herb?"

He pointed to a dried herb on the counter.

The old man glanced at it: "Withered Glory Grass, used to replenish Qi."

"What about this one?"

Fang He then pointed to another one.

The old man said impatiently, "That's Qingfeng leaf, it clears heat and detoxifies."

Fang He nodded, then asked a few more questions, feigning curiosity.

The old man's reply was perfunctory; after coughing a few times, he said no more, clearly not wanting to pay any attention.

Seeing that the time was right, Fang He cupped his hands and said, "Sir, I have heard that your alchemy skills are superb, and I would like to become your apprentice. Is that possible?"

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened as he looked Fang He up and down.

"Is buying medicinal herbs a pretense, and seeking an apprenticeship the real purpose?"

Fang He felt a chill run down her spine.

This old man has a sharp eye and is not easily fooled.

He cupped his hands and said, "Sir, you have a discerning eye. I do indeed wish to learn alchemy. Please give me a chance."

The old man waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "I don't take on apprentices, don't delay my work."

Fang He didn't want to give up, so he added, "I have some knowledge of identifying spirit herbs, so perhaps I can be of help..."

He listed the characteristics of several medicinal herbs, hoping to demonstrate his abilities.

"The edges of the leaves on this withered and flourishing herb are yellowed, which is due to being picked too early; the roots of that Qingfeng leaf herb are slightly damaged, and 30% of its medicinal properties have been lost..."

The old man interrupted impatiently: "You think you can pass the test just because you know a little about spiritual herbs? Alchemy is not as simple as recognizing medicinal materials."

He coughed a few times and waved his hand, "Go, go, don't delay my work."

Fang He was told to leave, but his expression didn't change much. He smiled, cupped his hands, and took his leave.

"Sir, I will visit you another day."

The old man didn't respond, and continued to fiddle with the medicinal herbs in his hands.

Fang He turned and walked out, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl in the corner look up at him again, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Their eyes met, the girl nodded slightly, and then lowered her head again.

Fang He walked out of the pharmacy and stood at the door for a moment, lost in thought.

Directly becoming an apprentice is not an option, but it's not without hope.

That girl...

Captain Chen once said that Master Wu has a helper named Su Yun'er. If you can get along with her, you might be able to find out more information.

Fang He secretly decided to come back tomorrow.

Let's start with Su Yun'er.

……

Back at the thatched hut in Lingtian, Fang He took out the tattered book he had bought that day.

It was a fragment of a travelogue, of little value, so I just tossed it aside.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to perceive the two terms he had acquired that day.

A faint warmth emanated from my dantian, and a burning sensation flowed through my meridians.

If one can learn fire magic, their combat power will definitely increase greatly...