Chapter 297: Collecting Di Liu Jiang on New Year

Hearing Feng Xue ask this, Bai Yi also grew interested; though she couldn't discern his exact origins, any part of Feng Xue's body revealed profound depth—he was clearly no ordinary person.

This youngling actually came to ask her questions; she couldn't help but find it somewhat challenging.

Yet to preserve the dignity of a senior, she replied with a playful, teasing tone that pretended to joke:

"Go ahead and ask, but I make no promises I can answer."

Hearing this senior's childish tone, Feng Xue internally scoffed, but still chose to ask directly:

"What happens if a person absorbs Di Liu Jiang?"

"Why are you asking this? The next Geng Shen year is still sixteen years away!" Bai Yi, upon hearing such a question, couldn't help but feel speechless, yet still answered:

"If you must know, nothing much happens. Di Liu Jiang's main function is to awaken intelligence; humans are naturally intelligent, so gaining it brings no fundamental change—perhaps just a slight increase in lifespan. Medically, it has the effects of nourishing yang, absorbing qi, calming shock, and stabilizing the spirit. A thousand years ago, some major physical cultivation sects accepted disciples only once every sixty years, precisely to guide their students into their first meditation during the Geng Shen night, using Di Liu Jiang to calm the mind and balance yang energy. But since it only appears once every sixty years, relying on it to assist cultivation is clearly impractical."

"Is that so?" Feng Xue nodded, his expression thoughtful. He had just asked Xiao Lingdang to compile Cultivation Techniques to enhance yang energy—could combining it with Di Liu Jiang's effects eliminate concerns about yang excess?

Seeing Feng Xue's demeanor, Bai Yi grew curious. She'd originally thought it was a casual question, but now his seriousness made it clear he truly cared.

"Could it be you have some special Cultivation Technique requiring Di Liu Jiang as a catalyst? Come to think of it, he does worship the moon—such a need wouldn't be strange." Bai Yi thought this to herself, but adhering to the principle of not prying into Their Cultivation Technique, she suppressed her curiosity and merely warned:

"The next Geng Shen year is still fifteen years away. I advise you not to become obsessed—once obsession takes root, the human calamity will arrive."

"Thank you for the warning. I'm not in urgent need—last night, I accidentally collected a single drop of Di Liu Jiang and simply don't know how to use it."

Feng Xue had just finished his practice, exhaled a puff of turbid qi, and spoke with a shy tone. Bai Yi initially didn't react, merely nodding, intending to say no more—but after mentally replaying Feng Xue's words, her eyes suddenly widened in disbelief:

"Kid, do you even realize what you just said? You collected a drop of Di Liu Jiang on the night of Jia Chen's New Year's Eve to Yi Si's New Year's Day?"

Perhaps due to sheer shock, Bai Yi's voice cracked slightly, yet Feng Xue still maintained his utterly matter-of-fact expression and nodded:

"Yeah!"

"..." Bai Yi felt the information overload was too much; she pinched her brow, then said:

"How old are you? Have you even seen Di Liu Jiang before? That's not just compressed ordinary moonlight."

"My wife saw it—she said it's the same as what she ate back then." Feng Xue smiled cheerfully. Bai Yi was instantly speechless, but curiosity got the better of her:

"Uh, mind if I take a look?"

"Senior, you're too kind." Feng Xue, seeing someone take the bait, immediately turned and gestured for her to follow, leading this senior with thousands of years of lifespan into his home.

"Welcome back..." Liu Yunxi, hearing the noise, turned to greet them—but her words stalled mid-sentence as she stared at Bai Yi, her expression turning peculiar.

Bai Yi, seeing Liu Yunxi, also froze slightly. Biological instinct clashed with the confidence granted by her cultivation, forcing her to steady herself, though internally she thought:

"So your wife really is a demon who's eaten Di Liu Jiang?"

Feng Xue didn't care what Bai Yi was thinking—he walked straight to the statue of Su'e Huiye and pointed to the single drop of Di Liu Jiang, its aura sealed by his spiritual power:

"Senior, look—this is it."

"It really is Di Liu Jiang?" Bai Yi was stunned now. Even if it wasn't Geng Shen year, as long as it was the fifteenth of the seventh month—or even just any fifteenth or tenth...

"I collected it by accident—I almost mistook it for ordinary moonlight." Feng Xue's expression was casual. Bai Yi, however, stared hungrily:

"You're just wasting this. At best, you could use it to feed spirit ghosts—but even that's less effective than incense offerings. Let me have it instead. Name your price—spiritual energy or resources, anything works."

Watching Bai Yi's unabashed eagerness, Feng Xue was speechless—she really wasn't afraid he'd hike the price?

But upon reflection, she really had no reason to fear it. Di Liu Jiang was precious, yes—but not priceless. It appeared every sixty years, in large quantities, and was simply hard to store.

Besides, heaven had eyes, ancestors had knowledge—overpricing would only erode one's own fortune.

He considered his current needs: his spell repertoire was entirely sufficient—not just Xiao Lingdang's exhaustive list, but also the techniques he'd looted from the game world were more than enough.

As for resources, he saw nothing more cost-effective than pre-civilization nanounits—he still hadn't finished his sack of fish cakes, and once he did, he'd head to the Sea World to retrieve that damn woman anyway, so no need to trade further.

As for money and spiritual energy, he had even less shortage of those...

After a moment's thought—until Bai Yi began to fret over losing the deal—he finally spoke:

"I need a batch of Wu Xiu Cultivation Techniques. The more varieties and the greater the quantity, the better. Judge the value of this Di Liu Jiang yourself—give me whatever you think it's worth."

"Wu Xiu? You want those?" Bai Yi was surprised by his request, but then realized collecting them was indeed troublesome—unlike cultivation sects, Wu Xiu factions didn't cultivate the soul, so any disruption caused entire lineages to vanish, a primary reason for their decline in This World.

Of course, Wu Xiu sects were aware of this. Many left copies of their lineages with trusted Xuan Xiu sects, ensuring continuity in case of disaster.

You couldn't say they didn't transmit them—they did, otherwise it'd be pointless—but who received them and how much was always an issue. So younglings showing up demanding them? Never. But an elder like her, offering a favor, could gather quite a few.

"You're clever, kid. Fine. Keep it safe—I'll get back to you by tomorrow night at the latest!"

(End of Chapter)