Junior Sister's Portable Seasonings

Yang An woke up from his daze, rubbed his sore eyes, and found that it was already bright daylight.

His entire body felt weak and sore, as if someone unaccustomed to exercise had suddenly engaged in strenuous activity for a whole day, with every inch of him aching.

His consciousness was still a bit hazy, and his head felt very dizzy.

However, remembering that he had fainted because he was too weak, he forced himself to sit up from the ground.

"Where is this?"

He glanced around and realized he wasn't at home at all, but in a wilderness. Weeds grew everywhere, except for a patch of ground near him where the weeds had been cleared and a campfire had been lit.

"Fellow Daoist, you're awake?"

A voice, tinged with surprise, suddenly reached his ears.

Yang An turned his head to look behind him. A man and a woman were walking towards them, the man holding a small, lifeless wild boar piglet.

Seeing these two, Yang An immediately recalled what had happened before he fainted and recognized them at once.

It was Pan Shi and Pan Yu, brother and sister!

Now that it was broad daylight, Yang An could finally see their faces clearly.

Pan Shi was dressed in black, with pale skin and a slightly sturdy build. His appearance was rather ordinary, but his demeanor was very refined, making him look like a robust scholar.

Pan Yu, beside him, was like a pampered daughter from a wealthy family. Her looks were very pretty, and in modern terms, she was definitely goddess-level.

The only slight imperfection was that Pan Yu's frame was delicate, making her quite short in height.

Seeing the two of them appear, Yang An couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Before he fainted, his only hope was that these two wouldn't harbor any intentions of robbing him and then killing him. Now, it seemed he was safe.

Furthermore, they hadn't abandoned him but had brought him to a place he didn't recognize.

Judging by this, it was clear that these two were not malicious people, which put his mind at ease.

"Fellow Daoist, where is this place?"

Yang An rubbed his forehead, trying to clear his head a bit, and then asked Pan Shi.

Pan Shi, still holding the piglet, stopped by the campfire with Pan Yu.

"Fellow Daoist, you must have been exhausted last night, which caused you to suddenly faint. My junior sister and I took the liberty of bringing you out of Jiu Nan Town. This place is already fifty li outside Jiu Nan Town."

Pan Shi was also quite surprised by Yang An's sudden collapse last night but didn't doubt Yang An's identity.

After all, he had witnessed Yang An's strength. In his opinion, Yang An's cultivation realm couldn't be faked. He only judged from Yang An's sickly pale complexion that he must have been exhausted.

Although bringing a comatose person slowed down their travel, it didn't really matter.

His junior sister, Pan Yu, was currently just a mortal in the Resonance Stage. Carrying one person or two made no difference to him.

Most importantly, once Yang An woke up and recovered, he would know that they had helped him, thus owing them a favor. This would make it easier to ask for help with any troubles in the future.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist!"

Yang An expressed his gratitude to them, also guessing something and feeling fortunate that he hadn't revealed any flaws.

"My junior sister and I just caught some wild game, which is perfect for replenishing your strength. Also, I have a pill here. If you don't mind, please take it. It should be of some help to you."

Pan Shi put down the piglet and took out a completely black pill from his embrace, handing it to Yang An.

Yang An hesitated for a moment before accepting the pill Pan Shi offered.

He really needed to recover his condition as quickly as possible, so he decided not to be coy.

As soon as he took the pill, an information box immediately appeared before Yang An's eyes, displaying the pill's details.

"[Blood Tumor Pill]: Produced in Three Pine Mountain, refined from the blood clots within red monkeys, supplemented with the roots of hundred-year-old trees, river mussel pearls, and golden sun flower sap. Taking it can generate essence and blood, and improve vision and restore qi.

Cost of use: One moment after taking it, your entire body will feel cold, your limbs will sting, your tongue will ache and your feet will be stiff, lasting for three moments before subsiding.

Status: Can be purified!"

"Blood Tumor Pill?!"

Seeing the name of the pill, Yang An had a very bad premonition. He only breathed a sigh of relief after reading the pill's information.

He had been overthinking it.

It wasn't a pill harmful to the body; it was just that the ingredients and the name were a bit off-putting. Pan Shi hadn't intended to harm him.

"As expected of a Fellow Daoist, to recognize this at a glance!"

Pan Shi looked astonished, greatly admiring Yang An's knowledge.

As expected of a disciple from a major orthodox sect. If he had only been guessing Yang An's identity before, he was now completely convinced.

He was definitely a disciple from a hidden sect with a terrifying foundation, to even know about the Blood Tumor Pill.

This Blood Tumor Pill was something only his Three Pine Mountain could refine, and its circulation was very limited, so very few people knew its name.

The reason was simple: one of the ingredients required for refining the Blood Tumor Pill could only be found in their Three Pine Mountain, making this pill a unique specialty of his immortal mountain.

Yang An smiled, thanked Pan Shi again, and without any pretense, purified the Blood Tumor Pill in his hand.

With its usage cost removed, the Blood Tumor Pill was truly a harmless medicine. Yang An confidently put it into his mouth.

The pill entered his stomach and took effect quickly.

In just a few breaths, Yang An felt a faint warm current seep into his heart. His entire body felt warm, and his mental state began to gradually improve, regaining some of his strength.

At this time, Pan Shi had, at some unknown point, picked up a branch and pierced the little piglet in his hands with it, placing it over the fire to roast, clearly intending to make a roasted suckling pig.

While the meat was roasting, Pan Shi began to chat with Yang An, though they only discussed trivial matters.

Most of the time, Pan Shi was talking, and Yang An was listening, occasionally nodding as if in agreement.

In reality, Yang An hadn't even heard of the things Pan Shi was talking about, nor did they exist in his predecessor's memories. But to avoid revealing his true identity, he could only pretend and muddle through.

Meanwhile, although Pan Shi was chatting with Yang An, he was also very surprised in his heart.

They had been chatting for quite a while. Logically, the Blood Tumor Pill should have started to take effect by now, and the price for taking the pill should have appeared. Yet, this fellow Daoist Yang was acting as if nothing had happened, and his mental state was getting better and better. This person was truly extraordinary.

Even he himself, when taking the Blood Tumor Pill, had to suppress it with spiritual energy when the side effects appeared. Otherwise, it would be extremely painful, sometimes even reaching an unbearable level.

He could only say that he was worthy of being a disciple of a hidden sect; his tolerance for taking pills was beyond that of ordinary people.

Pan Shi couldn't help but praise him in his heart.

After a while longer, as wisps of smoke rose, a meaty aroma began to spread. The meat being roasted over the fire was almost cooked.

Seeing this, Pan Shi immediately looked at his junior sister, Pan Yu, who was idly pulling up wild grass at her feet.

"Junior sister, quickly take out the seasonings you brought with you. And don't hide that cumin and chili either. Let fellow Daoist Yang also taste what true mortal delicacies are."