Cultivation begins with harvest.

The two sat down at the table and chairs by the window. Just as the woman in purple robes was about to speak, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly said, "Don't ask, just look."

The woman in purple robes had no choice but to shut her mouth and gesture for Chen Guang to place his wrist on her hand. She then grasped Chen Guang's wrist. Her fingers were icy cold, and Chen Guang immediately felt a cool sensation seep into the meridians of his wrist where she held it. It did not cause any discomfort, nor did it spread throughout Chen Guang's body.

The woman in the purple robe tilted her ear as if listening intently. Chen Guang noticed beads of sweat on her smooth forehead, which were probably not from fatigue, but from nervousness.

After a long while, the woman in purple robes withdrew her fingers, which were shrouded in wisps of white mist. She cleared her throat and said, "Junior brother, you must have been tainted by some kind of earthly evil, and you've dealt with it yourself, haven't you?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest had somehow appeared by the window, and Chen Guang only noticed him when he spoke: "What Earthly Fiend?"

The woman in purple robes seemed used to it, and at the same time revealed some confidence: "It's the Ice Source Cold Fiend! The meridian echoes are deep and steady, with a lingering chill that doesn't dissipate, indicating it belongs to the category of cold energy; the pulse in the meridians shows three tremors, indicating a murderous intent, which is a fiend..."

What the woman in the purple robe said next left Chen Guang completely confused, and he couldn't remember it very clearly.

In short, I understood two points. One is that the skill of a spiritual healer is to judge the specific injury through the pulse, and even to hear and see some conditions in the meridians. He does not need to circulate his magic power throughout Chen Guang's body to see clearly, which is the method of ordinary cultivators. A spiritual healer can grasp the injury as long as he can touch the meridians.

Chen Guang could only understand the professional terms such as pulse, pulsation, and Dharma sound from their literal meaning.

Secondly, the injuries caused by the icy source of cold energy, even if the cold energy is eradicated, will still leave some residual spiritual energy, continuing to form a cold feeling in the body. If it were an ordinary person, they might not be able to survive it, but for a cultivator, it would only take two or three days to recover completely.

The wonder of the Ice Source's chilling power lies in this single "source".

Hearing the woman in purple robes rattle off a long string of words, he quickly interjected during a pause, "Wait, if I haven't misunderstood, my injuries should actually heal on their own in a couple of days?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and nodded at Chen Guang: "That's how it is. However, a single diagnosis costs one hundred yuan. Since I'm the one who treated your illness, it will cost one thousand. Hahaha, don't worry. If you come to my clinic again in the future, I will personally examine you and give you another free consultation."

He waved his hand, stopping Chen Guang from speaking, and then looked at the woman in purple robes: "So you should be able to handle this situation, right?"

"Use the Flame Mist Technique to steam along the body surface for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and the remaining spiritual energy of the Cold Fiend will be extinguished." The purple-robed girl's face flushed red again. She glanced at Chen Guang, avoided his gaze, and whispered, "My Flame Mist Technique is not yet fully mastered. Fellow Daoist, please go to the back room and remove your outer robe before I can treat you."

"There are hundreds or thousands of spells for cultivators, so it's normal not to be proficient in them. Is this what the physician meant by 'steaming'?" Chen Guang slightly bent his fingers, and wisps of light red smoke spread from his fingers to his whole body, as if he were wearing a soft veil.

The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at Chen Guang with surprise: "You're quite skilled. You control the temperature and humidity well, otherwise there will be a chill when the spell is removed."

"Yingxiao, you still need to work harder. You've only mastered so few spells, yet you haven't been able to cultivate them to a high level. Don't let my hopes of guiding you onto the path of spiritual medicine turn into regret." The middle-aged Taoist spoke frankly, but that also made him very sincere.

"Yes." The woman in purple robes, who was called Ying Xiao, had just been somewhat confident, but suddenly became visibly nervous again.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you. I'll go to the back room to see if your junior brothers have made any mistakes in picking the medicine." The middle-aged Taoist priest hurried away.

Chen Guang glanced at Ying Xiao, who seemed restless because he hadn't done anything, and tentatively asked, "Doctor Ying, do you have many junior brothers? I thought you were the only disciple of the Daoist."

Ying Xiao forced a smile: "They are all apprentice medicine boys. They can't stand out. Some of them are already capable of breaking through to the late stage of Qi Refining, but they don't have their master's approval and dare not break through directly."

Chen Guang was somewhat surprised, thinking that as long as he reached the late stage of Qi Refining, he could transform from a medicine boy into a physician and receive oral and personal instruction from a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Seeing this, Ying Xiao proactively explained in a low voice, "The requirements for a steward disciple are very high. Looking across the Nine Halls, apart from the Sage Hall being special, becoming a steward disciple in the other halls isn't simply a matter of being at the late stage of Qi Refining. Each hall has its own requirements. For example, the requirements for a pharmacist in my Life Spirit Hall are: sufficient accumulation of medical books, a certain level of understanding of the Life Spirit Hall's heritage and mastery of at least two spiritual medical techniques, mastery of 68 common healing spells and achieving a high level in all of them, and proficiency in refining pills from two different schools..."

"My master is very kind to me. I was promoted after only reading a thousand volumes of medical books and learning 70 treatment techniques. In other medical clinics, you can't be promoted to a doctor without reading eighty or ninety kinds of medical books and reading 1,500 volumes of medical books. I have to work harder to repay my master's kindness in promoting me."

Chen Guang felt a chill run down his spine; it was incredibly convoluted.

Putting aside everything else, even a Qi Hall disciple like Wei Donglai, who is doing very well, hasn't mastered that many advanced spells. These are spells that have been cultivated to the advanced stage. As for spells, Chen Guang dares to say that he can only manage a few dozen when he reaches the late stage of Qi Refining, but to reach the advanced stage is another matter entirely.

Furthermore, the funeral hall also has a three-year minor examination period. There are twelve hours in a day, so it would probably be necessary to divide it into two parts to make use of it.

Chen Guang pressed further, "Senior Sister Yingxiao, you said that's the case for most of the Nine Halls, but I haven't heard anything like that about the Earth Hall?"

"The requirements for the Earth Hall and the Offering Hall are lower, I've only heard that if you can't pay your offerings on time and in the required amount for a long time, the Earth Hall will probably put some pressure on you and weed out some of them. But the Earth Hall's requirements are more lenient. Anyway, if you do well, the sect will take notice," Ying Xiao said.

Chen Guang understood.

Before Chen Guang could ask any more questions, Ying Xiao reminded him that it was time to stop using the Flame Mist Technique. After checking his pulse again to confirm that Chen Guang had no lasting problems, Ying Xiao politely saw him off.

I glanced at the name of the clinic, Chunming. Although I didn't think I would come back, I still remembered the place.

Back at the branch building, he didn't rush back to his own home. He first went to Wan Longjing to inquire about the matter and learned that the disciples in charge of each hall were indeed subject to restrictions.

Firstly, to ensure a stable supply of resources, the threshold will be raised when resources are scarce. Ditang and Guanglintang are arguably the richest in resources, and their conditions have never been strict, even lenient, over the years.

The main reason why the Flame Hall, the Living Spirit Hall, and the Scripture Hall have the highest entry requirements is that if there aren't enough Foundation Establishment cultivators to guide them, it would be meaningless to recruit too many.

Secondly, it is to filter out some cultivators who have no potential, such as those who have been cultivated to the late stage of Qi Refining by Xingfeng Hall Office over time. Therefore, each has its own threshold.

Wan Longjing intends to develop towards the Hall of Life and Death, but he doesn't expect to become a spiritual healer. He puts a lot of effort into taming beasts, with that as his goal.

Chen Guang then bid farewell to Wan Longjing and returned to the courtyard. Looking at the familiar Thousand Needle Wren and the bonsai in the courtyard, his mood calmed down a lot. He should take it one step at a time. The quality of the spiritual plants he contributed this year was not very high, but they were not bad either. He also contributed two spiritual plants of excellent quality. It should be at least above average.

Having figured this out, Chen Guang naturally felt less pressured and continued with his daily life, watching the autumn wind gradually turn colder, wondering if Wei Donglai and the others would arrive soon.

Instead of Wei Donglai, Yang Qingfeng showed up.

He was still wearing a heavy white robe, and after a year, there was no sign of dirt on it; his eyes remained sharp.

"So it's Senior Brother Yang, please come in." When Chen Guang opened the courtyard gate, he was still stung by that piercing gaze.

Yang Qifeng shook his head: "No, let's look at my melons instead. I pre-ordered fourteen last year, hehe. To be honest, the Linquan melon isn't particularly outstanding, but it's just easy to use. I'd like to stock up on more, but I don't know if Brother Chen has any left?"

"Yes, we have eighteen ripe ones right now. If you want them, you can take them all." Chen Guang readily agreed.

Upon arriving at the spiritual field, Yang Qingfeng, who had been walking briskly, stopped to examine the Dingzhen tea trees in Chen Guang's field more closely. "Brother Chen, my good brother," he said, "you can even grow Dingzhen tea trees? Wow, the quality is impressive! How long until the harvest?"

Dingzhen tea has the effect of stabilizing the spirit, calming the mind, and washing away restlessness.

No cultivator would mind having a little bit of Dingzhen Tea in reserve, as it has a noticeable effect on enhancing the foundation of one's soul. For cultivators who wander outside all year round, its effect of washing away mental restlessness is even more important.

"It will take another two years, senior brother. We can't make a reservation. We can only confirm it after I've successfully grown and raised them," Chen Guang said.