Ten Years

Wangqing Mountain Yingping Peak.

Fang Zelin sat at the stone table, pointed his sword finger, and gently tapped a stone to the side.

A golden light spread out, and the stone in front of him instantly turned into a stone made of gold.

Turning Stone into Gold.

Fang Zelin had been studying this Law Technique for ten years, and only now had he begun to gain some understanding of it.

"Although I didn't spend too much time trying to comprehend this Law Technique, it is indeed quite difficult to grasp."

Fang Zelin picked up the stone in front of him, which had completely turned into gold, glanced at it from side to side, and then applied slight pressure to his hand.

When you flatten the stone, it has completely transformed into gold, inside and out, and its texture is soft.

"It has indeed turned completely into gold."

Fang Zelin rubbed the stone from side to side to confirm that it had completely turned into gold, which he found rather strange.

He casually tossed the gold aside.

In that corner, a considerable amount of gold had been scattered, all remnants left behind by Fang Zelin when he was trying to comprehend the art of Turning Stone into Gold into gold.

"Immortal Master!"

The young apprentice skipped over and peeked at the gold.

"Immortal Master, are you also short of money?"

"Having obtained the Daoist arts, one cannot simply let them gather dust; naturally, one must practice them."

Fang Zelin replied, then glanced at the medicinal herb field, "Are the plants in the field alright?"

"Rest assured, Immortal Master, the medicine boy is taking excellent care of him!"

Upon hearing this, the young apprentice eagerly replied, then pointed to the medicinal herbs in the field and began to speak.

"Immortal Master, look at how well that He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum) grows, what are its leaves like? And that ginseng, Immortal Master, putting aside everything else, any one of these herbs can cure all diseases and prolong the life of mortals!"

As the apprentice spoke, he patted his chest, as if it were all his own doing.

Seeing this, the white deer couldn't help but chime in, "Stop yelling! This is clearly thanks to the Immortal Master's Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique, what's it to you!"

"You're always out in the herb field, competing with the other herbs for the spiritual rain. Without you, these herbs would only grow better!"

Bai Lu snorted, still somewhat angry. Back then, the other party had actually come to the Immortal Master first, and even became his disciple, becoming a medicine boy.

They then overtook him and the tiger demon, taking the lead over them.

Upon hearing this, the young herbalist immediately bristled, turning over and shrieking, "Are you a spirit of plants or am I? Do you know how to cultivate these medicinal plants? Or do you think cultivating these medicinal plants is just about turning over the soil and weeding?!"

This guy actually erased what he had done, which made the medicine boy extremely dissatisfied.

Bai Lu, however, remained unfazed. "Then tell me, is the medicinal property of this herb due to the Immortal Master's Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique? The Immortal Master has been watering it for over ten years, and you can smell the rich Spiritual Power emanating from this herb garden from a great distance."

Upon hearing this, the young apprentice opened his mouth, but for a moment he was speechless.

Bai Lu's words are absolutely correct; the medicinal properties of the herb are undoubtedly due to the immortal's efforts.

If it weren't for that Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique, how could this medicinal plant possibly possess such medicinal properties?

Any single plant, if given a bite, can prolong life and cure all diseases.

The reason for this is that it contains a rich Spiritual Power.

The apprentice snorted, "You're only saying this because you're unhappy that I became the immortal's apprentice. You haven't grasped a single thing about what the immortal said before: 'Embrace simplicity and purity, reduce selfishness and desires!'"

Upon hearing this, Bai Lu immediately became agitated. "You talk as if you've grasped the secret! Your cultivation is entirely dependent on the immortal casting the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique on you!"

"If you can, you should come along too!"

Speaking of this, the young apprentice said with a smug look on his face.

Bai Lu was instantly depressed upon hearing this. If he could, how could he not want to?

The tiger demon lay to one side, its mouth wide open, revealing sharp fangs, and lazily glanced at the two demons.

How pathetic! They're already demons, yet they're still arguing endlessly over trivial matters.

Look at him, he should learn to be like the immortal, transcending worldly concerns.

"Why is that stupid tiger so listless today?"

The medicine boy glanced at the tiger demon, noticing it lying lazily to the side, and asked with some confusion.

"That stupid tiger didn't care about anything. Yesterday, those hens ran up to him, pecked at a lot of his fur to build a nest and incubate their eggs, and that stupid tiger was completely oblivious."

Upon hearing this, the white deer looked at the tiger beside it with disdain.

"Roar!"

The tiger demon, who had been lying lazily to the side, roared angrily upon hearing this.

What? His feathers were pecked out to build a nest and incubate the eggs?

The giant tiger turned its head and looked at the henhouse next to it, growling twice, but then dared not go over.

This creature was raised by an immortal; you can't just go over and kill it.

The deer demon watched this scene with a hint of disgust and walked away. This stupid tiger was hopeless.

What's wrong with me taking a little hair from your pet? You dare to yell at me? Aren't you afraid the immortal will get annoyed?

The tiger demon roared a few times, but didn't dare to actually do anything, and then lay back down.

The three of them often did this, and Fang Zelin was used to it, so he didn't say much.

He turned around and came to the spirit rice area, counting the amount of spirit rice there.

Compared to ten years ago, the rice paddies have now grown into a vast, lush expanse, a truly delightful sight.

"Immortal Master, you've been brewing for so long, and you only have so little wine in your gourd. You can't possibly carry all those jars of wine with you when you go out."

The young apprentice walked over and craned his neck to look at the spiritual rice in front of him.

The spirit rice is growing very well, and the spirit grains on it are bending the rice ears down.

Over the past ten years, a lot of the wine brewed by the immortals has been stored here, and it's all stored in large vats.

Some of them were even sealed away by the immortal, who said they would be opened and tasted again after more than a hundred years.

The rice in the rice bin has all been replaced with spirit rice.

This is the biggest change in Yingping Peak's area.

Nothing has changed at the herb garden; there are still the same few herbs, only their medicinal properties are constantly increasing.

That's definitely a problem.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin stroked his chin.

Ten years ago, he was already studying the Law Technique of "Universe in the Sleeve".

Now I've barely scratched the surface, and I can carry a few things in my sleeve.

But we can't carry all those wine jars around; we need to simplify things.

"Perhaps we could try using this Law Technique on the wine gourd."

Fang Zelin glanced down at the wine gourd.

The gourd doesn't hold much wine. If possible, try transferring the "Universe in the Sleeve" technique to the gourd.

You don't need too many; just enough to hold a little more wine is fine.

After a moment's thought, Fang Zelin immediately began to try it out.

With daily meditation, I have plenty of time to ponder these Law Technique.

Sorry for the late update. I've been very busy at the end of this month. Things should be much easier in September, and updates will be more consistent then.