Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Looking at the thumbs-up gesture from Sha Zhu outside the window, Zhang Huaimin smiled slightly.

He casually drew the curtains of the east wing.

The most valuable asset in this compound has been completely extracted from the Jia family's drain on resources.

From then on, the Jia family could only slowly rot away in despair and hunger.

However, renovating the courtyard house was just a casual pastime.

In this rapidly changing era, self-improvement is the most fundamental and essential principle.

Zhang Huaimin took off his cotton-padded shoes and sat cross-legged on the warm kang (heated brick bed).

"Having previously fused with the essence and blood of a thousand-year-old tortoise, his qi and blood are now like a dragon's, and his lifespan has greatly increased."

"But a five-year-old child's meridians are still somewhat weak, and he needs top-quality natural treasures to strengthen his foundation and nourish his vital energy."

Zhang Huaimin was making plans in his mind.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank directly into the system's virtual space.

In a corner of that enormous system warehouse, a mass of matter emitting a soft golden light floated quietly.

That was another top-tier reward included in the newbie gift pack when he first bound himself to the system.

The unique qualities of a century-old wild ginseng king!

This is neither the artificially cultivated ginseng on the market nor ordinary forest-grown ginseng.

This is a true ginseng king that has absorbed the spiritual energy of the Changbai Mountains for a hundred years and has already begun to possess spirituality!

In this day and age, even a single wild ginseng root that has been stored for decades can fetch an astronomical price.

What's more, it's a top-grade ginseng king with a full century of age!

"System, extract and integrate the unique characteristics of 'century-old wild ginseng'!"

Zhang Huaimin gave the instructions in his mind.

[Ding! Command confirmed!]

[Extracting the unique qualities of the century-old wild ginseng king... Fusion begins!]

The voice just fell.

An extremely dense golden light surged out from the void and directly entered Zhang Huaimin's crown chakra.

In an instant.

Zhang Huaimin felt a powerful, warm, and pure medicinal force suddenly dissipate within his body.

This medicinal power is not as thick and powerful as the old tortoise's essence blood.

It is light and pure, carrying a kind of ethereal vitality.

The medicinal power traveled along his limbs and bones, constantly nourishing and expanding his tender meridians.

His internal organs were enveloped in a faint golden light.

Zhang Huaimin let out a comfortable breath, feeling as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

However, he did not know.

It was during this process of integrating the unique qualities of the century-old ginseng king.

A faint, pure medicinal fragrance, which could not be fully absorbed, quietly dissipated from his body with each breath.

The medicinal fragrance has a faint amber color, as delicate as silk threads.

It drifted silently into the cold air through the cracks in the door and along the windowsill of the east wing.

This aroma is completely different from the smoky flavor of the plain noodles I had before.

It doesn't whet the appetite.

Yet it carries a profound and vibrant quality that strikes straight to the soul.

forecourt.

Uncle Yan Bugui was hunched over, holding a broken broom, struggling to sweep the fallen leaves in the yard.

These past two days, the courtyard has been in chaos, and he's been living in fear along with everyone else.

In addition, due to his advanced age, his chronic leg pain and lumbar muscle strain flared up again.

Bending over even slightly feels like needles are pricking my bones.

"Oh dear, these old bones of mine are really about to fall apart."

Yan Bugui straightened up, painfully pounded his back, and gasped for breath in pain.

Just then.

A gentle breeze blew by.

The faint medicinal fragrance wafting from the east wing room entered Yan Bugui's nostrils precisely.

"Hmm? What's that smell?"

Yan Bugui subconsciously took a deep breath.

next second!

Yan Bugui's thin body jolted, and his beady green eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses widened instantly.

The moment the fragrance entered his lungs, he felt an unprecedented clarity in his mind!

It's like taking a big gulp of ice-cold plum juice on a sweltering summer day, feeling refreshed from head to toe.

Even more amazing is...

The medicinal fragrance entered the body.

A warm current surged through his aching lower back.

The stiff and sore legs, which were originally stiff and aching, seemed to be instantly infused with vitality, and the piercing pain miraculously disappeared!

"This...this tastes like an elixir!"

Yan Bugui threw down the broom in his hand, trembling with excitement.

He was like a hunting dog that had smelled blood, frantically sniffing the yard, searching for the source of the scent.

Following the scent.

Yan Bugui walked step by step to the door of Zhang Huaimin's east wing.

The closer you get to that tightly closed solid wood door, the stronger the intoxicating medicinal fragrance becomes.

Yan Bugui stood outside the door, breathing heavily and greedily.

He felt full of energy, as if he could climb Jingshan Hill in one go!

"What treasures is Huaimin hiding in this house?"

Yan Bugui swallowed hard, feeling like cat claws were scratching at his heart.

He wanted to reach out and knock on the door, wanting to go in and find out what was going on.

But just as his hand reached halfway into the air, a horrific image flashed through his mind of the stick being electrocuted like a roasted pig.

There's also a scene of Jia Zhangshi falling headfirst into a bucket of swill.

Yan Bugui was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly withdrew his hand, taking two steps back as if he had been electrocuted.

We can't afford to mess with this little tyrant; his family is a force to be reckoned with!

Just as Yan Bugui was pacing anxiously at the door, desperately trying to gain an advantage by inhaling deeply...

In the hutongs of Nanluoguxiang.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a long robe, walked steadily towards them with his hands behind his back.

The old man's name is Bai Jingting.

He's no ordinary traditional Chinese medicine doctor; he's a renowned national expert in traditional Chinese medicine in Beijing!

He was invited into the inner palace many times to examine the health of the truly high-ranking leaders.

Mr. Bai had just finished having tea at an old friend's house nearby and was about to walk home.

When he arrived at the main gate of the Hongxing Courtyard.

The faint scent of medicine wafting in the wind gently brushed past his nose.

At first, Elder Bai was only slightly taken aback and didn't pay much attention.

But as a top-level expert who has devoted his life to medicinal herbs, his sense of smell is incredibly sharp.

He subconsciously took another deep breath.

In just a moment.

Old Bai's face, which remained unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, suddenly changed color!

He stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"This...this is..."

Old Bai's wise eyes now blazed with an extremely fervent light.

He couldn't even believe his nose.

"The rhizome is compact, the skin is old and the texture is deep, this earthy aroma is mixed with the ultimate essence of herbs and plants..."

"This is a genuine wild ginseng king from Changbai Mountain! And it's definitely over a hundred years old!"

Old Bai's voice trembled violently with extreme excitement.

Throughout his life, he has seen countless precious medicinal herbs.

However, he had only ever seen records of genuine wild ginseng that was over a hundred years old in the archives of the Imperial Medical Academy back then!

This kind of thing can no longer be measured in money.

This is a truly priceless treasure, capable of bringing the dead back to life!

Even cutting off a piece the size of a fingernail is enough to keep a dying person alive for three days!

"What a waste! What a waste!"

Old Bai cried out in anguish.

Such a miraculous object simply disperses its medicinal properties into the air; it's like throwing gold bricks down the drain!

Old Bai no longer cared about maintaining the demeanor of a national master of traditional Chinese medicine.

He lifted the hem of his long gown, like a young man who had gone mad.

He rushed into the Hongxing Courtyard at a speed completely out of character for his age!

"Where is it? Where is it?!"

Following the increasingly strong aroma of medicine, Old Bai ran all the way to the front yard.

He spotted Yan Bugui standing at the door of the east wing, his eyes closed and desperately trying to breathe.

"Get out of the way!"

Old Bai shoved Yan Bugui, who was blocking his way, and rushed straight to the front door of Zhang Huaimin's house.

At that moment, he only had eyes for that peerless ginseng king, and he didn't care about any etiquette.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

Old Bai raised his hands and frantically pounded on Zhang Huaimin's solid wood door.

"Open the door quickly, you inside!"

"This old man, Bai Jingting, requests an audience with the treasure master!"

This is too much of a commotion.

Startled, Yan Bugui pressed himself against the wall, staring dumbfounded at the crazed old man.

In the room.

Zhang Huaimin has just completed the integration.

He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long, stale breath.

Hearing the pounding on the door from outside, which sounded like the door was about to be torn down, Zhang Huaimin frowned slightly.

He slowly put on his cloth shoes, walked to the door, and unlatched it.

"Squeak—"

The door slowly opened.

Old Bai, who was outside the door, froze in mid-air, his hand that was about to continue banging on the door.

He looked at the five-year-old baby standing in the threshold, with delicate features and deep, unfathomable eyes.

Old Bai's weathered eyes shone with an incomparably fervent and incredulous light.

At this time.

In the shadow of the moon gate leading to the central courtyard.

Xu Damao was pale and had sunken eyes.

He was staring intently at this renowned traditional Chinese medicine master, whose name was famous throughout Beijing.

His teeth were grinding together.