Chapter 37: Qinghua Yunji Elixir

Back home, Jiang Yuan was watching TV as usual.

The difference was the sound of Lin Wanqiu chopping vegetables and humming in the kitchen—clearly, she was in good spirits without overtime.

“Big brother, welcome back!”

Jiang Yuan smiled sweetly, glanced back, then turned her head to watch TV again.

Five hundred yuan was worth just that one phrase.

Jiang Ding smirked, set down his schoolbag, and went to help in the kitchen.

“Dingding’s back, huh?”

Lin Wanqiu hummed as she said, “The Qinghua Yunji Elixir from Yuanwang arrived—I put it in your room. Don’t forget to check it later.”

Jiang Ding’s heart trembled: “The Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, which normally took two days to warm and refine, could now be completed in just one!”

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Was there really such a vast gap between the Chuying internal qi and ordinary internal qi? Again and again, blades flashed—potatoes turned into thin shreds, the kitchen transformed into a battlefield of swordlight.

The fourth main meridian, Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, and the fifth, Hand Shaoyang Triple Burner Meridian—all ten primary meridians had been fully warmed and refined! Thud-thud-thud! “Come in!”

Jiang Ding shook his head and continued practicing his sword form.

Clang! Extend the Sword Form! A bright blade flashed—sword returned to scabbard, as if never moved; the potato remained oval, untouched.

“No.”

In truth, he’d thought of skipping it more than once.

Jiang Ding had no choice but to place the scallion on the cutting board, drew his sword, and sliced countless fine strips—then celery, beef, and more.

!.

Only half a month had passed! How much is an ordinary person’s life worth?

She was at the peak of internal qi, and had spent over a decade operating optical array engraving machines at the Rongcheng Steel Plant—yet even she couldn’t achieve this level.

The first thing to catch his eye was a pure black box, palm-sized, bearing the “Qian” emblem of Qianling University.

Just two days!

His eyes held a look of disbelief.

Moments later, his face broke into a look of delight.

“How can you say such a thing, Master?”

What kind of background did his master have, to make Long San speak so humbly?

Jiang Ding lightly touched the potato; matchstick-thin shreds spread out, uniform in size and thickness—except the middle two layers were too thick, as wide as chopsticks, uneven in size.

“He’s reached the speed of a prodigy.”

Two days later, in the small courtyard.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ding couldn’t help but feel deep gratitude toward his uncle and Lin Yuanwang.

A cool, refreshing sensation slid smoothly from his throat to his stomach, then spread instantly—warming through flesh, muscle, bone, especially every meridian. Like soaking in a hot spring, his entire body felt profoundly comfortable, as if returning to the moment of birth, utterly clear and pure.

[Qinghua Yunji Elixir]

Jiang Ding smiled—it was a good sign, meaning the big shots behind Longshi had given up and stopped bothering him.

By the way, she’d never seen her son playing with any friends.

Not just him—all four shop assistants had stayed, one and all.

Huang Deyou was always timid and fearful; after offending the Wild Wolf Gang, no one else would dare work here—this was why Jiang Ding had given everyone time off and a twenty-tael bonus, almost like severance pay.

“Doubled… cultivation speed doubled!”

“Dingding, why aren’t you going to play basketball with them?” Half an hour later, seeing Lin Wanqiu chatting warmly with neighbors and Jiang Yuan happily playing with friends, Jiang Ding greeted them and returned home, entering his room.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and teased, “Manager Huang, I thought you’d never come back.”

“Got it, Mom.”

Jiang Ding frowned, placed another washed potato on the cutting board, and gripped his sword hilt.

Jiang Ding gripped his sword hilt, channeling internal qi through the several meridians already partially unblocked.

After carefully checking for no signs of prior opening, Jiang Ding sat cross-legged on the bed and swallowed the elixir in one gulp.

After finishing together, they cleaned the blade with detergent and dried it thoroughly with a cloth.

Seeing Jiang Ding had cut four potatoes and still looked eager to continue, Lin Wanqiu hurriedly said, “If you cut more, we won’t finish eating.”

Jiang Ding, meanwhile, practiced his sword forms gently nearby, aiding digestion.

Yet the twenty taels of silver, still warm in his arms, were too tempting—he couldn’t resist; as soon as the time came, his legs walked themselves to the shop, no matter how hard they tried to stop him.

Under the morning sun, Jiang Ding laid his sword across his knees, eyes half-closed, internal qi circulating and warming the sixth main meridian, Hand Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian—already more than half completed.

Lin Wanqiu pointed to the basketball court nearby, worried about her son’s social skills.

An hour passed before the elixir’s effects fully manifested—his stomach cramped violently, and he sprinted to the bathroom.

Long after, Jiang Ding returned to the bed, sat cross-legged, and activated internal qi to warm the fourth main meridian.

Huang Deyou said solemnly, “I, Old Huang, am alive as a man of this shop, and dead as its ghost—my loyalty has never changed!”

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“Master, Long San, manager of the Four Seas Trading Company, is here to visit.”

Such a precious elixir—even at Qianling University’s Daoist Studies Department—would be hard to obtain; Cousin Lin Yuanwang must have spent considerable time and effort—far from the casual thing Uncle claimed.

Jiang Ding tore open the seal with slight excitement; inside was a jade-green elixir bottle and a white instruction sheet.

“My current talent isn’t bad even among Immortal Sect commoners—I’m at least a minor prodigy, plus I practice the Chuying Takeoff Sword Art at the Minor Completion level, and take the Hundred Essence to Qi Pills daily…”

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword, sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and circulated internal qi to warm the fourth main meridian, Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian.

“Enough, enough!”

If he missed this chance, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

…

Huang Deyou stepped beside Jiang Ding and lowered his voice: “Han Lin says Long Manager came two days ago, found you absent, and left. He came again the next day—today is the third.”

After dinner, the family took their long-overdue evening stroll downstairs; Jiang Yuan played with friends while Lin Wanqiu chatted with neighbors.

Internal qi control is still unsatisfactory.

Lin Wanqiu silently gasped.

Washed the potatoes, placed them on the cutting board, and wiped the blade with a cloth.

Jiang Ding’s heart leapt—this was one of the rare elixirs capable of enhancing talent; without Qianling University’s Daoist Studies Department connections, ordinary cultivators couldn’t obtain it.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, silently sensing every subtle change within his body.

The Four Seas Trading Company wasn’t some small shop—it was a renowned enterprise across the entire Yue Kingdom, even if it treated its VIPs with softness.

The Long clan carried their own pride; even facing the Marquis of Zhendong, they remained neither humble nor arrogant.

Just as Huang Deyou thought Jiang Ding would ask him to announce Long San’s arrival, he saw Jiang Ding rise, straighten his clothes, and adjust his sword.

“Come with me to greet Manager Long.”

(End of Chapter)