Elven Refinement

Ling Qing pondered his discovery, his gaze settling on the Ginseng King beside him.

The Ginseng King squirmed under his stare and cautiously asked, "How is it?"

"You try it." Ling Qing handed him the bowl.

The Ginseng King took it and gingerly sampled a sip. At once, he too felt as though his mana and flesh had been washed clean by a clear spring.

A sense of utter clarity suffused his entire body, making him feel almost light enough to float away.

Yet he did not dare savor the sensation too closely. Instead, he carefully examined his own cultivation realm.

When he found no sign that his realm had risen, he let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at Ling Qing, he said with a smile, "Daoist, this recipe was made up on the spot. There's no way someone could become immortal just by eating a thousand-year-old ginseng."

"I was thinking, perhaps one ginseng rootlet isn't enough." After looking him over several times, Ling Qing said, "How about..."

"Daoist, don't joke. Even a single rootlet is a thousand-year-old rootlet; its age is no different. The difference between rootlets and the whole root is merely one of quantity. I imagine steaming this old ginseng whole would be no use either." The Ginseng King's heart jolted, and he hurriedly said.

"A quantitative change brings about a qualitative change. How about you go in and give it a try?" Ling Qing grabbed the Ginseng King.

"No, no, no—I won't try it!" The Ginseng King strained backward, trying to hide.

"It won't hurt to try." Ling Qing abruptly tossed him into the steamer and put the lid on.

He filled the pot with a whole potful of pool water, added several drops of Three Lights Divine Water, set the steamer in place, and