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

Fang He practiced fire control in the alchemy room in the backyard of the pharmacy.

He has been coming to study every day at Chenshi (7-9 AM) these past few days and has already grasped the basics of fire control.

The "Fire Sensing" attribute made him more sensitive to flames. Although he had not yet succeeded in condensing the pill, the number of times he failed was decreasing.

Let's take a break for today.

Master Wu's voice came from the doorway, "Someone has come to buy pills. Come out and help sort the medicinal herbs."

Fang He responded, put down the medicinal herbs in his hand, and followed Master Wu to the front hall.

Just as I reached the counter, I heard light footsteps coming from the doorway.

A young woman walked slowly into the pharmacy, followed by a maid carrying a basket.

The woman wore an elegant dress in simple colors, but with a refined style. A jade pendant hung at her waist, swaying gently as she walked.

She was beautiful and had a noble air about her; she didn't flaunt her beauty but exuded an aura of superiority.

Fang He recognized her.

Zhou Xiaolan, the eldest daughter of the Zhou family.

He had met this woman once.

That day, he reported the unusual situation of the sea monster to the Zhou family, and Zhou Xiaolan was also present.

But she only had eyes for Ye Chen, the prodigy of Qingyuan Sect, beside her, and never once looked at Fang He.

Zhou Xiaolan's gaze swept across the counter and suddenly stopped.

She looked at Fang He, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were recalling something.

Fang He put down the ginseng and calmly cupped her hands in greeting: "Miss Zhou."

Zhou Xiaolan did not respond, but simply said, "A rogue cultivator can come and learn alchemy? Elder Wu, you've taken on this disciple far too casually."

In the corner, Su Yun'er silently lowered her head, not daring to make a sound.

Master Wu came out from the inner room, placed the pills on the counter, his brows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed:

"Miss Zhou is too kind. This young man picked things up quite quickly and was quite efficient in sorting the medicinal herbs."

Zhou Xiaolan glanced at Fang He, seemingly finding it uninteresting, and said no more.

She picked up the pill, paid with spirit stones, and turned to leave.

As she reached the door, she glanced back at Fang He with a hint of disdain in her eyes, then walked away without looking back.

Fang He stood still, his expression unchanged.

He was not surprised by Zhou Xiaolan's sarcasm.

The eldest daughter of the Zhou family, pampered since childhood and highly talented, could hardly tolerate a lowly rogue cultivator like him.

In her eyes, rogue cultivators were nothing more than ants who depended on the Zhou family for survival, and it was a favor if she even gave them a second glance.

But Fang He wouldn't argue with her.

He neither has the means nor the need to.

The Zhou family controls Qing'ao Island, and the spiritual fields he rents are part of the Zhou family's property.

A conflict with Zhou Xiaolan is a conflict with the Zhou family.

For a low-level rogue cultivator, this is tantamount to courting death.

Strength is the best response.

However, he remembered this disdain.

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Three days later, Fang He had just returned from his studies at the pharmacy when he saw Zhao Haisheng standing by the spirit field waiting for him.

"Brother Fang!"

Zhao Haisheng strode forward, a simple and honest smile on his face. "I've been waiting for you for ages."

Fang He was somewhat surprised: "Brother Zhao, is something the matter?"

Zhao Haisheng scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed:

"It's like this, my wife... you know, I'm a rogue cultivator, my income is unstable. She wants to learn a skill to supplement the family income, but there's only so much we mortals can do... Brother Fang, do you have any connections?"

Fang He pondered for a moment.

There are very few things that mortals can do on Qing'ao Island; most of the work requires spiritual energy.

but……

He recalled his experience of sorting medicinal herbs at the pharmacy over the past few days.

"Identifying Elixir of Immortality".

Fang He said, "This doesn't require cultivation; all you need is good eyesight and a good memory."

Zhao Haisheng's eyes lit up: "Will this work?"

"You can give it a try."

Fang He nodded, "Have her come to me tomorrow. I'll teach her to recognize a few basic medicinal herbs and see how well she learns."

Zhao Haisheng was overjoyed: "That's wonderful! Thank you so much, Brother Fang!"

The next day at dawn, Zhao Haisheng brought his wife, Li, to Fang He's thatched hut.

Zhao Haisheng was a burly man with dark skin, clearly a fisherman who spent most of his life at sea.

The woman walking beside him, surnamed Li, was pretty and gentle. She was in her early twenties, dressed in simple and clean clothes, and her eyes and brows showed a gentle demeanor.

The two stood side by side, one rugged and the other delicate, a striking contrast.

Upon seeing Fang He, Madam Li quickly bowed and said, "Young Master Fang, thank you for your kindness in teaching me."

Fang He waved his hand: "Sister-in-law, you don't need to be so polite. I've always been taken care of by Brother Zhao, so this is nothing. Just call me Fang He."

He welcomed the two men into the thatched hut and laid out the medicinal residues he had brought back from the pharmacy over the past few days on the table.

These were all scraps of poor quality and weak medicinal properties. Master Wu Dan told him to process them himself, as they would be perfect for teaching.

"Let me teach you to recognize some of the most basic medicinal herbs first."

Fang He picked up a spiritual herb. "This is spiritual ginseng, one of the most common qi-tonifying herbs. Look at its leaves, they're serrated, and its rootstock is thick and pale yellow..."

As he spoke, he instructed Li to observe carefully.

Li studied very diligently. She took the ginseng, carefully examined the veins of the leaves, and smelled the aroma of the roots.

"This tastes... a bit like ginseng, but milder," said Mrs. Li.

Fang He nodded: "That's right. Now look at this..."

He picked up another medicinal herb: "This is astragalus, which looks a bit like ginseng, but its leaves are wider and its root is thinner."

Li took the astragalus root and compared it with the ginseng root for a while, then suddenly said, "The edges of the ginseng leaves have fine hairs, but the astragalus root does not."

Fang He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Sister-in-law has a good eye."

Over the next hour, Fang He taught the Li family five basic medicinal herbs: ginseng, astragalus, angelica, licorice, and linghua.

Li learned very quickly, grasping the concepts almost instantly.

Although she was illiterate, she was extremely sensitive to the appearance and smell of medicinal herbs, and could often remember them after Fang He only had to say them once.

"sister in law."

Fang He couldn't help but say, "You have a talent for identifying medicinal herbs."

Li smiled憨厚ly and said frankly, "When I was a child, I went up the mountain with my father to collect herbs, and I still remember some of these smells. I didn't expect that medicinal herbs and herbs would be somewhat similar."

Fang He nodded, already planning her next move.

Li is talented; if she could learn more, she might actually be able to supplement her family's income with this skill.

However, he was still an apprentice under Master Wu Dan, so he couldn't directly ask to find a job for the Li family.

We need to think of a way to proceed gradually.

After Zhao Haisheng and his wife took their leave, Fang He saw them off at the door.

"Brother Fang, I'll remember this favor!"

Zhao Haisheng was filled with gratitude.

Fang He waved his hand: "Brother Zhao, you're too kind. Let's teach her to recognize the herbs first. If I have any connections in the future, I'll introduce you to them."

After seeing Zhao Haisheng and his wife off, Fang He returned to the table and began tidying up the leftover medicinal herbs.

He picked up the scraps, a thought struck him, and he focused his mind to sense them.

The panel appears.

[Retrievable historical traces detected]

[Item: Residue of Spirit Herbs for Practice]

[Historical Imprint: Herbal Sensation (Gray)]

【Whether to extract? 】

Fang He confirmed.

Extraction successful

[Acquired entry: Herb Sensing (Gray)]

[Spirit Herb Sensitivity (Gray): Sensitivity to spirit herbs +10%]

Fang He stared at the line of words on the panel, a slight smile playing on her lips.

I was just helping out by teaching Li to identify herbs these past few days, but I never expected to be able to extract entries from it.

【Spiritual Herb Sensing】 and 【Spiritual Herb Identification】 complement each other, one focusing on identification and the other on sensing.

With these two entries, he would have a 20% greater chance of finding a miraculous medicine in the future than others.

More importantly, this entry comes from teaching scraps.

What ordinary people consider worthless waste can be transformed into tangible gains in his hands.

Fang He put away the panel, feeling quite pleased.

Fang He watched the departing figures of Zhao Haisheng and his wife outside the door, feeling a warmth in her heart.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people.

All he could do was point out a way for his neighbor to make a living.

As for Li's future, we need to consider it carefully. Su Yun'er might be able to help, but we shouldn't rush things.

Fang He withdrew her gaze, and Zhou Xiaolan's arrogant face reappeared in her mind.

Zhou Xiaolan's disdain was nothing more than the instinctive condescension of the Zhou family's direct descendants towards lowly rogue cultivators. He had seen many people like that before.

But Zhou Xiaolan was different from ordinary rogue cultivators.

Behind her arrogance stood the entire Zhou family.

If I want to leave the patrol team in the future, I'm afraid I'll still have to deal with this young lady.

Fang He shook his head, putting those thoughts out of his mind.

As dusk falls, it's time to cultivate.