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Chapter 131 Gathering herbs and cultivating, doing both.

Ye Jingchuan guided the energy into his body, circulating it again and again, allowing the spiritual energy to dredge his limbs and bones.

Finally, after circulating the energy for more than a dozen cycles, the spiritual energy gradually returned to the dantian and was stored there little by little.

Ye Jingchuan felt that his need for spiritual energy was very high, and he stopped when he felt that his dantian was completely filled, and there were very few spiritual energy particles left around him.

At this moment, a small tornado suddenly rose up where Ye Jingchuan was sitting cross-legged. The tornado spiraled upwards around him, and when it reached a certain height, a light rain fell from above.

The chill on his body brought him back to his senses from meditation.

As soon as I opened my eyes, a sour, foul smell greeted my nose.

At the same time, several people practicing magic nearby rushed over, drawn by the scent.

"Uncle, hurry up and go inside to wash up, the smell is really unbearable."

"Uncle, what have you been eating all these decades? There are so many impurities in your food, it's unbelievable!"

"Uncle, if my mother and your elder sister saw you like this, they probably wouldn't even recognize you, hahaha..."

Before Ye Jingchuan could even marvel at his achievements, Yue Que's mood was thrown into disarray by the nonsense spouted by these people.

"You lot just wait, your uncle is no pushover."

Upon hearing this, Wenwen realized that after cultivating for half a day, it was time to have something delicious to eat.

"Uncle, are you hungry? Perfect timing, let's have roast chicken and roast rabbit after you finish washing up."

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

Ye Jingchuan wanted to say he wasn't hungry, but his stomach rumbled at the most inopportune moment.

"Okay, let's get it done. I'm going to wash up first."

Ye Jingchuan turned around and went into the tent.

Fortunately, the group had caught some pheasants and rabbits on their way up the mountain, which were just right to fill their stomachs.

Inside the tent, Ye Jingchuan washed himself while recalling his process of inducing qi.

He knew that the reason he was able to successfully cultivate his Qi so quickly was largely due to that fruit.

Of course, one should not underestimate oneself; one's own foundation is also an indispensable condition.

A foundation and the right opportunity are needed to achieve a proper match.

As the saying goes, no matter when opportunity knocks, those who are waiting for it must not stop striving; they must always work hard and be prepared.

It is evident that the words that the Grandmaster often spoke, though ordinary, were full of profound truths.

Ye Jingchuan faced the distant place where his grandmaster was, and made a passionate promise, "Grandmaster, your disciple will certainly live up to your expectations."

"Uncle, hurry up, the chicken legs will get cold and won't taste good."

The sudden shouts outside the tent jolted Ye Jingchuan back to reality.

How down-to-earth that shout is!

That's true. People need food to survive; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal.

Only after you're full do you have the energy to think about this and that.

Ye Jingchuan quickly finished washing up and stepped out of the tent feeling refreshed. Gone was his previous embarrassment. Now, he felt relaxed all over, and his mind was clearer and sharper than ever before.

He took the chicken leg from Wenwen and started eating while glancing at the ground nearby.

The ground nearby was full of potholes, with almost no intact patches of land.

The pit they're currently using for grilling is still one of the biggest pits.

He remembered that when he first arrived here, the ground didn't seem to be in such bad shape. How come after half a day, it looks like it was maliciously destroyed by someone?

Ye Jingchuan had a chicken leg in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the pit where the barbecue was being cooked.

Wen Chengbin noticed his gaze and couldn't help but smugly say, "Uncle, isn't this pit a bit unexpected?"

Ye Jingchuan wasn't completely ignorant about magic. Although he had never witnessed it, he learned about his family's situation last night through Wen Qilin and the others, and also knew about Wen Yuanqian and Wen Wenxiu's magic.

How could he possibly be fooled by Wen Chengbin? Without a second thought, he bluntly exposed him, "You did this? You're capable of that?"

"Uh, cough... cough..."

Wen Chengbin almost choked on the chicken. After catching his breath, he quickly surrendered, "How could that be? My sister did this. Look at this hole, isn't it big enough? Is it suitable for roasting chicken or rabbit?"

If I hadn't known about his chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) tendencies...

Wenwen was starting to suspect that her second brother was trying to sell her uncle a huge pit, but what was so great about a huge pit? Did they really need to order a huge pit to raise fish?

As the three lines on Wenwen's forehead grew longer, she hurriedly stopped her second brother from showing off any further.

"Uncle, we're practicing magic. Which one do you want to practice? Think about it first."

After speaking, Wenwen took out several books and some cards.

The group ate while immersing themselves in their studies.

When I get tired of studying, I take a break, then start practicing magic. When my spiritual energy runs out, I take another break, then start again.

Even the most self-disciplined person has moments of lapse in concentration, let alone someone at such an active age.

Although Ye Jingchuan was a generation older than them, strictly speaking, he wasn't much older than them.

When her spiritual energy was exhausted once again, Wenwen lay down on the ground, complaining, "Ugh, I'm tired, I don't want to practice anymore."

Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin both looked exhausted.

Ye Jingchuan had the same idea. Although his elders asked him to urge and supervise, the key was to balance work and rest.

"Shall we rest for a while? Or, I'll take you to gather herbs, just like taking a stroll in the mountains."

Upon hearing that they could stroll around, the group, exhausted, slipped away, saying, "Let's go, let's go."

Wenwen had a sudden thought, so she packed up the tent and other items, leaving only two baskets behind.

The group followed Ye Jingchuan and began walking from this mountain to a higher one on the side.

Ye Jingchuan seemed very familiar with this mountain. Under his guidance, the group walked and stopped along the way, their baskets gradually filling with herbs, both cheap and expensive.

Wherever they went, Ye Jingchuan could always find something under a tree or in a patch of grass, and he never failed.

While Ye Jingchuan was gathering herbs, he also shared some knowledge about herbs with the group. Unbeknownst to Wenwen, a new idea began to take root in her mind.

Wenwen, who never lets her ideas linger overnight, considered it carefully before asking, "Uncle, could you teach me some pharmacology?"

Oh dear, Ye Jingchuan was just worried about how to repay the kindness of this fruit, and now the opportunity has come. What can't he teach?

"Okay, pharmacology isn't difficult. Understanding medicinal herbs is the most basic thing. Let's start from now on."

Teaching one person is the same as teaching two, so he decided to teach both to the Wen family. As long as they wanted to learn, he would impart all his knowledge. In time, they would surpass their teachers, and the master would surely be proud to know this.

Unexpectedly, the time passed quickly as they gathered herbs and studied at the same time.

As the sun began to set, standing on the mountaintop and looking up, it felt as if I could touch the clouds. Half the sky was overcast with intermittent rain, and darkness was about to fall, while the other half was bathed in the first rays of sunset, with the sky ablaze with red clouds.

Thinking of their family waiting for them halfway up the mountain, the group used all their spiritual energy and, with ethereal steps, rushed back to the treehouse.

Little did they know that their family was going through a series of both funny and frustrating events.