It Sprouted! It's This Divine Medicine!

The next morning, Lan Tian unusually did not get up right away.

The medicinal power of the thousand-year Whale Rubber was still slowly settling within his body. Though it no longer brought that scorching impact, his entire body, from bones to muscles, felt warmly and comfortably full, as if wrapped in an invisible membrane of energy.

He lay in bed for a while, savoring the sensation. The corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously before he finally turned over, got up, and washed.

After breakfast, he removed the boards from the clinic entrance as usual and opened for business, but his thoughts remained fixed on that seed.

He saw two patients that morning. One had a fever from catching a chill, and a touch of Endless Life was enough to cure him.

The other was an elderly woman whose finger had been caught in a door. He disinfected it, wrapped it up, and sent her on her way.

There were not many patients, so he simply closed early and returned to the rear courtyard. He took the seed from his storage ring and placed it in his palm.

This time, he did not hastily activate a soul skill. Instead, he observed it carefully for a while.

The crack at the top of the seed's shell had opened a little wider than it had the night before, and a faint hint of tender green could be seen beneath it.

He took a deep breath and summoned his Blue Silver Grass martial soul first. Its vines gently coiled around the seed's shell as he activated his first soul skill, Endless Life. Warm, gentle life energy flowed steadily into the seed like a quiet stream.

After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, once he was sure the seed had absorbed enough nourishing energy, he switched to his second soul skill, Spring of Vegetation.

This time, Spring of Vegetation's stimulating force was steadier and more sustained than ever before.

Pale green light spread from the Blue Silver Grass vines in his palm, layer upon layer wrapping around the entire seed.

That life force carried a sensation almost like awakening something, as though gently knocking on the door of a sleeping life.

The seed's shell began to tremble faintly.

The crack slowly extended from the top toward both sides, releasing tiny cracking sounds.

Then, a tender green shoot poked its head out through the crack, trembling as it stretched beneath the morning light.

A stem followed the shoot. It was as thin as silk thread, yet as clear and verdant as finely carved jade, its entire body emitting a faint glow.

Leaves unfolded one after another along the stem. One, two, three...

Lan Tian held his breath, his eyes unblinking as he stared at his palm.

There were nine leaves in total.

The nine leaves formed an almost perfectly spaced ring around the top of the stem. Each was heart-shaped, its edges lined with delicate serrations. Their emerald green was tinged with a pale pinkish-white hue, as if dyed by the first ray of sunlight in early spring.

The moment the leaves fully unfurled, an intense life aura, so dense it almost seemed tangible, rippled out from the little plant and washed over him. Even the air became noticeably fresher and more humid.

Lan Tian's fingers trembled slightly.

His eyes widened as he stared at the tiny seedling in his palm. It was only the size of a fingernail, yet it had already unfurled nine heart-shaped leaves. Something seemed to explode in his mind with a buzz.

Nine heart-shaped leaves.

He had lived two lives. In his previous life, he had read the original novel more times than he could count. Even though decades had passed, those classic settings and scenes remained deeply etched into his memory.

Ye Lingling.

Nine Heart Begonia.

The girl with an inherited martial soul who could not obtain a second soul ring, yet whose healing ability at every ring was monstrously powerful.

Her martial soul took the form of a begonia flower surrounded by nine heart-shaped leaves.

And now, the seedling that had just broken out of its shell in his palm matched the Nine Heart Begonia perfectly—whether in the number and shape of its leaves or that incomparably dense life aura.

"Holy... shit..."

Lan Tian muttered the first curse he had spoken since transmigrating.

He carefully cradled the seedling in his hands, even lightening his breathing for fear that he might accidentally damage its fragile stem.

The nine heart-shaped leaves gently stretched in his palm. They rose and fell softly with the fluctuations of his Soul Power as though they were breathing. The pale pinkish-white glow flowed endlessly through their veins, carrying a life essence even purer than that of his own martial soul.

This was no ordinary plant seed.

This was a fucking Nine Heart Begonia seed.

Lan Tian slowly came back to his senses, his mind racing.

In the original novel, the Nine Heart Begonia existed as a martial soul, passed down through generations, with only one person in each generation able to inherit it.

But the one before him was clearly not in martial soul form. It was a real, living plant—an independent organism grown from a germinated seed.

There were two possibilities: either some inheritor of the Nine Heart Begonia lineage had tried to find another path beyond the martial soul and preserve the Nine Heart Begonia, cultivating seeds capable of reproduction.

Or perhaps the Nine Heart Begonia had always existed as a plant, only being so rare that people regarded it as legend. Later, someone might have discovered it by chance and turned it into an inherited martial soul.

Either way, he was now holding a genuine Nine Heart Begonia seedling.

Alive. He had personally germinated and raised it.

"I'm rich... I'm really rich this time..."

Lan Tian took several deep breaths before he managed to suppress his racing heartbeat.

The Nine Heart Begonia's healing ability was among the absolute top tier in the original novel's entire system.

No matter how powerful the Blue Silver Emperor was, its strengths lay in control and life attributes. The Nine Heart Begonia, however, was a purely healing divine flower. It was said that as long as someone still had one breath left, it could save them, and there were even rumors that it could bring back those who had only recently died.

If he could grow and cultivate healing power of this level, then use it alongside Endless Life and Spring of Vegetation in the future, his endurance and life-saving capabilities would leap directly to another level.

More importantly, he might be able to turn it into one of his own soul rings.

For a plant-type Soul Master to absorb a plant-type soul beast—or even a plant itself—as a soul ring was entirely feasible in theory.

For his first soul ring, he had absorbed a four-hundred-year Blue Silver Grass; for his second, a nine-hundred-year Blue Silver Grass. Both were plant-type soul rings of the same origin.

If he kept nurturing this Nine Heart Begonia until it reached a sufficient age, he could absolutely absorb it as his third or fourth soul ring, gaining a true "divine healing flower" soul ring.

By then, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul would carry the traits of both Blue Silver Grass and Nine Heart Begonia. Life attribute stacked upon life attribute—the effect would surely be greater than the sum of its parts.

Having figured this out, Lan Tian immediately sprang into action.

He strode to the center of the backyard, cleared away the loose stones and dead grass, and used a short dagger to dig a moderately sized hole.

This sapling was still too small and fragile. Its roots were probably not even a finger's depth, so he did not dare dig too deeply. He only dug up a few inches of soil, then crushed and loosened the clumps at the bottom with his hands, making the earth as soft and breathable as possible.

After digging the hole, he ran to the kitchen for a bowl of water and poured it into the bottom to moisten the soil. Only then did he carefully place the roots of the Nine Heart Begonia sapling from his palm into the hole, covering them bit by bit with fine soil and gently patting it down.

Once he was done planting it, he stood and stepped back two paces. The nine heart-shaped little leaves trembled faintly beneath the sunlight, their pinkish-white glow reflecting the afternoon light. It was as beautiful as a handful of crushed starlight scattered upon the ground.