Receiving the Inheritance

Su Hao carefully examined the list.

The medicine garden spanned thirty mu, cultivating over twenty common medicinal ingredients, with a primary focus on mountain ginseng, Polygonatum, and Fo-ti.

These artificially cultivated ingredients had low years and weren't very valuable. Mountain ginseng was worth more, with three thousand jin of it fetching one spirit stone.

Based on yield, even if the entire garden was planted with mountain ginseng, it would only earn a little over a hundred spirit stones in three years.

Furthermore, the ingredients from this type of medicine garden were mainly for self-use.

Su Hao was very dissatisfied.

Adding the ten thousand jin of medicinal ingredients in stock, primarily common auxiliary ingredients like mountain ginseng and Polygonatum.

These assets, in the secular world, would allow Su Hao to live a worry-free life, becoming a wealthy man.

However, in the Golden Light Sect, spirit stones and spirit medicines were the true currency; ordinary herbs were not precious.

"Three mu of Blood Tribute Field, what is a Blood Tribute Field?"

Su Hao glanced at the end of the list, where some more prominent content was highlighted.

"This is some special blood soil that the master painstakingly acquired, it's very precious.

It needs to be irrigated daily with beast blood and human blood, which can accelerate the growth of medicinal ingredients and meet the cultivation needs of special medicinal ingredients.

Currently, the Blood Tribute Field is planted with over three thousand Blood Thorn Ginseng plants.

Blood Thorn Ginseng is very precious; 30 jin of good-grade Blood Thorn Ginseng can be exchanged for one spirit stone. Two harvests per year."

The leading big man, named Huang Jiao, was assigned by Lin Zhi Shan to manage the medicine garden and pharmacy industries and was deeply trusted by Lin Zhi Shan.

He stepped forward with a fawning smile to explain.

"Two harvests a year? That's two hundred spirit stones annually," Su Hao nodded with satisfaction.

"Uh, Young Master Su, your calculation is too optimistic. In reality, after deducting losses, inferior products, and the daily blood cost for the Blood Tribute Field, the earnings are far less than that. For example, last year we earned only 105 spirit stones."

Huang Jiao said hesitantly.

"Oh, that's still not bad."

Su Hao thought about how low-level cultivators had to go to dangerous places like ore veins to earn just one spirit stone a day.

This Blood Tribute Field belonging to Lin Zhi Shan, managed by ordinary people, allowed them to earn spirit stones without any danger.

"Lin Zhi Shan... is this all the property Master has?"

Su Hao changed the subject.

The items listed on the inventory, except for the Blood Tribute Field which offered a slight surprise, were far below his expectations.

Such a large mountain, and this little value?

"Uh, this is all we have access to. How could we, mere servants, possibly manage the true treasures of immortal cultivators?

The master's pills and medicinal wines are very popular, but he handles those himself. We can at most help deliver medicinal ingredients, clean tools, and other miscellaneous tasks."

Huang Jiao gave an awkward smile.

Su Hao nodded, thinking of Lin Zhi Shan's storage bag.

He hadn't had a chance to inventory the contents of the storage bag yet. If there were any good items, they were likely carried on his person or hidden in a secret chamber of his cave dwelling.

"Oh, right, Young Master Su, there should be over five hundred spirit herbs in the cave dwelling's medicine storage, not listed on the inventory!

The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion commissioned Alchemist Lin to refine Pure Qi Pills and Spirit Gathering Powder, and they are responsible for providing the main medicinal ingredients.

Since the master handed over the goods to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion more than twenty days ago, they have been kept in the medicine storage. When I organized it recently, the master hadn't started refining the pills yet, and not a single herb had been touched."

Huang Jiao slapped his forehead and brought up this important matter.

"Over five hundred spirit herbs, commissioned refining... in the cave dwelling's medicine storage?" Su Hao couldn't hide his joy.

It made sense; pill refining was Lin Zhi Shan's main source of income.

More than twenty days ago, which was before Su Hao came to the Golden Light Sect.

If these were the main medicinal ingredients for Pure Qi Pills and Spirit Gathering Powder, their value would not be low. One spirit herb should be worth at least one spirit stone, right?

Su Hao couldn't help but laugh. Now, if he could just abscond with these herbs and Lin Zhi Shan's inheritance and escape the Golden Light Sect, these items would be enough for him to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage outside!

"Calculating the time, In a month, we need to supply the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion with 300 bottles of Pure Qi Pills and 100 portions of Spirit Gathering Powder.

But the master is currently unwell, and he might have forgotten this important matter. You should find an opportunity to remind the master. If you don't have time, you should notify the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion in advance to avoid their displeasure."

Huang Jiao mentioned cautiously.

"I know. You may all withdraw and focus on your duties. I will inspect the Blood Tribute Field and the medicinal ingredients in a couple of days."

Su Hao waved his hand, dismissing the four men.

The four servants, led by Huang Jiao, left respectfully, showing no suspicion.

Among them, only Huang Jiao had some strength, being a secular Martial Artist.

The others were just robust and looked somewhat imposing.

The four of them were in no position to question a Cultivator.

As for escaping, without a Cultivator to lead them, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary people to leave the Golden Light Sect.

Therefore, even though Huang Jiao was experienced and had a vague suspicion about some things, he didn't dare to dwell on it or say anything more.

After they left, Su Hao returned to the backyard. After finding Zhao Bai Jiang's storage bag, he threw the old man's corpse into the incinerator and burned it completely.

The bone residue and ashes were all used as fertilizer and buried in the flower bed.

After finishing this, it was already dark. Su Hao went to the pavilion where Lin Zhi Shan usually cultivated and meditated.

The bedroom had no hidden compartments.

The bookshelf held some bound books on the Pill Dao, and the furniture was adorned with antiques and jade.

The bedroom was unremarkable, with no treasures hidden within.

For Cultivators, a storage bag carried on their person was the safest place to store things.

Concealing things in hidden compartments or secret rooms might fool ordinary people, but it couldn't stop a Cultivator's spiritual sense.

With Su Hao's current strength at Qi Refining Level 7, his spiritual sense could extend about three meters. Objects made of ordinary materials couldn't block his spiritual sense; he could tell if there were any secrets with just a sweep.

Su Hao refused to give up. "Ge Lao Si's fate is unknown. Back then, I was able to find the residual innate power left by the other Medicine Slaves after they died. Even if Ge Lao Si has been dead for many days, there should at least be a corpse, right?"

Innate power only lasted for one day.

Perhaps Ge Lao Si had already died.

But the corpse had to be dealt with, right?

Su Hao continued to search the pavilion and soon found the Hall of Tranquility on the other side of the pavilion.

Su Hao searched carefully. His spiritual sense touched the wall, and behind the Three Pure Ones relief, the wall was hollow.

As the lamp post twisted, the stone slab in the wall slowly opened, revealing a passage.

The passage led downwards, into a basement.

The air was filled with a turbid, unpleasant odor, a mixture of medicinal fragrance and a peculiar smell that was possibly like roasted meat.

"Alas, this must be Ge Lao Si?"

Su Hao looked at the special alchemy furnace in the middle of the secret room, which held a skin-and-bones skeleton, its death tragic.

It was scorched red all over, as if it had been roasted.

Its flesh was dried up, its eye sockets were sunken, and only a dozen or so gray-white hairs remained on its head. Its face was contorted, retaining the expression of agony from its life.

"Alas."

Su Hao felt a pang of sorrow and sighed. "Brother Ge, please rest in peace. Lin Zhi Shan is dead, and I have avenged you."

Ge Lao Si had helped Lin Zhi Shan complete the missing parts of his cultivation methods.

But given Lin Zhi Shan's nature, he wouldn't have easily let Su Hao and the other Medicine Slaves go. He would have definitely thought of them as resources to be exploited for refining pills again, rather than truly taking Su Hao as a disciple.

Su Hao retrieved a blanket, took out Ge Lao Si's corpse, wrapped it in the blanket, and buried the person in the bamboo forest.

When it was late at night.

Su Hao then opened the storage bags of Lin Zhi Shan and Zhao Bai Jiang one after another.