Chapter 164: The Dawn of Cultivation

A-Luo glared at Hu Min: "Buying medicine, don't block my way!" Couldn't he see he was busy? "I brought Brother He to find you, wanting a prescription for Imperial Flow Fluid!"

A-Luo looked at He Lingchuan, his eyes also full of confusion, not knowing who this was.

Clearly, he didn't have a protagonist halo that made people unforgettable.

Hu Min coughed: "In the Battle of the River Valley, he broke his arm, and I broke my leg; we were both wrapped up like rice dumplings by you, remember?"

A-Luo gave a long "oh": "So it's you!" He reached out and grabbed He Lingchuan's arm, pressing lightly, satisfied: "Good physique, recovered better than him."

He Lingchuan thought this wasn't right; that was a fracture, and the so-called "hundred days for muscles and bones" meant that even with spiritual medicine, it was very difficult to fully recover in a month or so; Hu Min was an example.

He was able to recover quickly because he lived in reality, and every time he entered or exited the dream, the injuries he suffered in the dream were erased.

This A-Luo was proficient in pharmacology but didn't find it strange, so he thought the Broken Blade must be at work.

It seemed that this was a dream after all, perhaps some irrational things just became rational.

A-Luo looked at Hu Min again: "Only he wants the prescription?"

Hu Min rubbed his hands, smiling apologetically: "If it's convenient, can you open one for me too?"

"Not convenient!"

He Lingchuan coughed lightly: "Time is precious, isn't A-Luo still going out to grab medicine?"

"I'll open prescriptions for both of you, fine!" A-Luo looked at Hu Min, "But you pay for the medicinal materials I use to refine the Imperial Flow Powder myself." He pointed back at his small wooden house, "I'm poor now, and I'm desperately short of money."

"Fine, fine." Hu Min curled his lips, "Isn't it just spending some military merit? I have it!"

A-Luo let the two enter the door, took their pulses, checked He Lingchuan's true energy circulation, and finally opened a prescription for each.

He wrote with a flourish, unlike ordinary doctors whose writing was hard to recognize. He Lingchuan compared the two prescriptions, and sure enough, there were several different medicinal materials.

A-Luo wrote quickly, stuffed the prescriptions into their hands, and then talked about the method of stewing the medicine powder: "Any container is fine, the most important thing is not to use metal bottles and jars!"

He Lingchuan remembered them one by one, and then handed a small package over, which contained one liang of chewing tobacco.

It was really good to use this thing as a favor.

Receiving his thank-you gift, A-Luo's face looked much better: "You are better at being a person than Hu. If you are sick or lack medicine next time, you can still come to find me."

He and Hu left the door and walked back.

Hu Min sighed: "A-Luo wasn't like this before. But he's not bad now; you'll naturally know after staying with him for a long time."

He added: "I see the tree in your courtyard has branches reaching into the neighbor's house; remember to prune the branches and leaves that cross the boundary before dark, otherwise it will be hard to define if Imperial Flow Fluid lands on them. Two years ago, such a thing happened; two neighbors who had been on good terms for more than ten years fought over the Imperial Flow Fluid on the tree leaves, and they fought until one died and two were injured, and the survivors had to be caught to do hard labor."

Panlongcheng didn't catch people to go to jail much, because it didn't welcome anyone who ate for free. Once convicted, most prisoners would be sent to mines, roads, bridges, and logistics to do hard labor, while female prisoners would do clothing making, farming, and sewing; anyway, they wouldn't be idle.

"Also, go out of the city less recently. Imperial Flow Fluid falling on the wasteland will inevitably trigger the agitation of herds and monsters, and the wild is very unsafe." Hu Min scratched his head, "Last time after the Imperial Flow Fluid appeared, an army camp in the Xianyou Kingdom had no experience and stupidly set up camp directly on the plain, and as a result, it was flattened by thousands of agitated wild cattle led by a bull demon, with countless deaths and injuries."

He Lingchuan laughed: "How does the Merit Department deal with the Imperial Flow Fluid it gets, is it also refined into pills and powder?"

"Martial law starts in the city tonight, and there are specialized people and methods to collect Imperial Flow Fluid inside and outside the city. It is said that they got a piece of Imperial Flow Fluid paste the size of a fist by the river last time."

Since the commoners were all confined at home, the official authorities could collect the Imperial Flow Fluid descending on streets, squares, markets, and even the entire Chipa Plateau at will.

Moreover, the shelf life of Imperial Flow Fluid was very short, which tested the organization, dispatch, and transportation capabilities.

"The drugs they can refine with Imperial Flow Fluid are many; muscle and blood regeneration, fatigue recovery, and even life-saving in critical conditions, all have miraculous effects. There is also a kind of Green Jade Paste; taking a green bean-sized grain before cultivation is not twice the result with half the effort, but three times the effect, it's just that the price is too expensive and requires a large amount of military merit to exchange." He sighed, "I've taken one, the effect was so good, unforgettable for life!"

He Lingchuan looked at him eagerly: "What about the pill recipe for Green Jade Paste?"

"None! I'm not a pharmacist!" Hu Min scolded with a laugh, "I heard that no more than three people in this city know it, and A-Luo doesn't know it either."

"Oh." It wasn't disappointing; this was life.

"By the way, speaking of free, I almost forgot an important matter!" Hu Min straightened his face, "What basic cultivation technique do you practice?"

"The family's breathing method, called 'Traction Technique'."

"Not a systematic cultivation master plan?"

"No." This was also the most frustrating thing for He Lingchuan, "Just a bit of the most basic mental method."

The He family hadn't passed down many good things, and the three father and sons of the He family all practiced this mental method, especially the original body who practiced most diligently, but he hadn't seen any special abilities practiced.

The upper limit was a bit low.

"That's good, that's too good, you are very clean!" Hu Min patted him and laughed loudly, "The Promotion Bureau opposite the Pengcheng Bureau we went to earlier specializes in various divine ability techniques!"

He Lingchuan was overjoyed: "Really?"

The Broken Blade was truly thoughtful; he was worried about having no way to cultivate, and it came to send warmth.

"The basic mental methods promoted by the official authorities are five. You go to the Promotion Bureau, and there will be specialized people to recommend them to you after testing." Hu Min pointed out, "Basic mental methods are open to all Panlongcheng people and are taught and guided for free. Other types of divine ability cultivation techniques are all exchanged with merit."

"By the way, the Promotion Bureau will also invite masters and great abilities to preach and teach from time to time, covering all kinds of categories, and most of them don't charge admission fees; don't miss it."

He Lingchuan's eyes shone: Wasn't this a master lecture, and a public welfare one at that! And with Panlongcheng's style, it was unlikely that they would fool around; the masters invited must have dry goods.

He couldn't wait to go out and head straight to the Promotion Bureau now.

But the two talked until the sun was setting heavily. There would be a curfew tonight, and this place was far from the official office, and Hu Min had to go grab medicine, so they couldn't stay long.

"Do you want me to help you match another set of medicinal materials?"

"No!" He Lingchuan had earned thirty taels of silver today, so he generously hired a donkey cart to send him home.

Walking back to his wooden house, He Lingchuan lay on the bed with his limbs spread out, "poof," raising quite a bit of dust.

The bed was very hard, and it creaked when he turned over, and He Lingchuan could even smell a faint moldy smell—this place hadn't been lived in for a long time. But his mood was unexpectedly pleasant and relaxed.

In the city of legends, he actually had a home too.

From now on, he had a foothold.

The future was promising.

When he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, he suddenly remembered the three verses the old turtle demon had given him.

One of them, "Seek reality in the void," did it refer to the Panlong Dream?

The Broken Blade wouldn't drag him into a dream for no reason; perhaps he could find a way to break the situation and save his life here? He should be more serious and attentive to these dreams.

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No one disturbed him this time, and He Lingchuan woke up by himself.

Seeing the bedroom was very spacious, he couldn't help but sigh.

This was back to reality; the Broken Blade didn't let him stay in the dream until dark. At the same time, he also remembered that he had entered the Panlongcheng of the dream after taking Imperial Flow Fluid and regulating his breath to cultivate.

He Lingchuan felt the Broken Blade from under the pillow and stroked it: "Why did you suddenly grab me into a dream, is it because of the Imperial Flow Fluid?"

The Support Army had just encountered the Imperial Flow Fluid that happened once in decades, and the dream city had also simulated relevant content for him; things that happen coincidentally too often are called man-made.

The Broken Blade naturally remained silent, without any response.

However, He Lingchuan looked down and happened to see the divine bone chain pendant on his neck flash red twice more.

Last time he woke up from the dream city, this thing was also glowing.

He thought that the military and civilians in the dream city seemed to always look at his chest first, and then show kindness, and there were little thieves who wanted to steal the divine bone.

Could it be that this thing had become his pass to the dream city? He Lingchuan was dazed for a while, then suddenly patted his head: "Hey, how could I forget the most important thing!"

He straightened his clothes and left the farmstead, riding a horse straight to Shuanghe Town.

It was getting dark again.

He had spent three hours on one breath regulation, and the guards guarding the door for him were truly surprised: "The eldest young master is so diligent? The second young master only spent an hour."

His companion chuckled: "Maybe the eldest young master fell asleep."

When the moon was on the willow branches, He Lingchuan returned to the farmstead.

The whole family had finished dinner and, like most people, had gone to bed, with occasional patrol soldiers wandering around the farmstead.

He Lingchuan checked the password several times before returning to his residence, instead of passing by face, which showed that the guards were relatively strict.

He didn't return to his room directly, but went to the kitchen to light a fire, and by the way, got a small clay pot, washed it clean, and added some rootless water taken from the vat under the eaves, a full two jin of honey, and all the Imperial Flow Fluid he had left.

Then, it was the five medicinal materials he had bought from Shuanghe Town.

These medicinal materials were not easy to come by; although they were not rare, the price was actually five to ten times the market price in Heishui City.

The Battle of Woling Pass had passed for several months, and although the trade had returned a little blood to the war-torn Shuanghe Town, the local people's livelihood was still withered, and there was a great shortage of basic materials such as grain and medicine. He ran through all the pharmacies and couldn't even match five ordinary medicinal materials.

The last two medicinal materials were entrusted by him to the shopkeeper to buy from passing merchants, and the price was naturally not cheap.

Although it took some time, these medicinal materials had been processed in the shop, with what should be powder being powder, and what should be peeled being peeled, all poured in and stirred, and then he took out a turtle pearl and a piece of toad venom, crushed them, and put them in together.

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