A year later, several fourth-grade spiritual herbs in the spirit garden matured.

Qin Beast has finally gathered all the herbs needed to refine the "Nascent Soul Pill".

This time, Qin Shou's alchemy process went very smoothly. In less than three months, he refined twenty Nascent Soul Pills, seven of which were perfect-grade pills.

Inside the alchemy room, purple and gold pills floated quietly in mid-air, with four golden cloud patterns shining brightly on them, a sight that delighted the eye.

Glug!

The Qin beast removed the elixir and consumed it to refine it.

Nascent Soul Pills can enhance a cultivator's physical body and accelerate their cultivation speed.

An ordinary Nascent Soul Pill can increase a cultivator's cultivation speed by about ten times. The duration of this effect varies depending on the cultivator's cultivation technique and the quality of the pill, but it usually lasts from three months to a year.

In other words, a cultivator refining a Nascent Soul Pill and cultivating for three months is roughly equivalent to two and a half years of normal cultivation speed.

The pills refined by Qin Beast were of the perfect grade, with stronger medicinal effects and longer duration of action. In addition, Qin Beast cultivated the incredibly powerful [Chaos Immortal Scripture], so the speed at which he absorbed the pills was also extremely fast, far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

Splash—

In an instant, Qin Shou sensed countless spiritual energies surging towards him from the heavens and earth—metal, wood, water, fire, earth, light, darkness...

"Swallow it!"

Qin Shou roared, and endless spiritual power surged into his body.

At this moment, the nascent soul figure sitting in Qin Beast's dantian suddenly opened its eyes, formed hand seals, and desperately refined the 10 kinds of spiritual energy that had entered Qin Beast's body, then directly transformed them into chaotic spiritual power that surged out.

"Cool"

One month later.

Qin Shou opened his eyes, a smile on his face.

He clearly sensed that his spiritual power had increased significantly. Although he was still far from reaching the second level of the Nascent Soul stage, Qin Shou was already very satisfied with this cultivation speed.

He estimated that the effects of the perfect Nascent Soul Pill he refined would be dozens of times greater than those of his usual cultivation.

In other words, the month that Qin Beast absorbed and refined the pill was equivalent to several years of cultivation, and the medicinal power of the pill was still there, so Qin Beast could continue refining it.

However, the first level of the Nascent Soul realm is a huge chasm. For those who have entered the Nascent Soul realm but are relatively ordinary Nascent Soul experts, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven if they want to advance to the next level. It may take hundreds of years and they may not be able to advance any further.

However, for some super geniuses, breaking through a realm every few decades is not too difficult.

As for the Qin Beast, so what if it cultivates ten kinds of spiritual power simultaneously? Compared to this overpowered beast, it's all trash...

...

moon.

Full moon.

A very round moon.

Today is August 15th, a special day for Qin Beast, who traveled from Earth.

Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion.

In fact, in his previous life, Qin Shou had no one to care about except for a child, a mischievous child, even more mischievous than Yi Cheng when he first came up the mountain.

Qin Shou sometimes even felt that the child was sent by God to torment him.

But when he was diagnosed with cancer in that life and was in a hospital ward, his parents and wife were busy fighting over the inheritance. Only his ten-year-old child was crying his heart out by his bedside. The child's cries of "Dad" were so heartbreaking that Qin Shou couldn't stop crying.

"The moon shines brightest in my hometown..."

In the courtyard, moonlight streamed down, and Qin Shou, gazing at the moon, raised a cup to savor his newly brewed grape wine.

This is a wine made from grapes imbued with spiritual energy, combined with several second- and third-grade spiritual herbs. Although it is called wine, its most important ingredient is not grapes, but a segment of moonlight.

Drinking this wine under the moonlight allows the soul to enter a state of purity and tranquility, nourishing the spirit and cleansing the soul.

"Master, please don't hit the goose! The goose won't steal your medicine!"

"Little Fatty, yes, it was Little Fatty who instigated the goose."

Behind Qin Shou, on a stone block used for grinding tofu, Yi Cheng, with her little belly sticking out, was lying on it. Her face was flushed, and she would occasionally raise her little hand to scratch her ears and cheeks, muttering in her sleep.

It's all because of excessive drinking.

And then there's Little Fatty, who, after drinking some wine, reverted to his original form, floating belly-up in the spirit pool.

He was also occasionally blowing bubbles, seemingly drunk.

Gradually, the night deepened, and the dew became heavy.

Qin Shou walked to the stone pier, picked up Yi Cheng, carried her into the room, placed her on the colorful spirit stone bed that Qin Shou had made for her, and gently covered her with a quilt.

Then they walked to the moonlit spirit pool and turned Little Fatty's belly over.

"Monster, don't touch me! I'm going to swim on my back!"

Little Fatty said fiercely in his dream.

Qin Beast: ? ? ? ? ? ?

Good heavens!

This is a fish that can swim on its back.

After realizing he couldn't afford to offend them, Qin Shou carried the black rabbit under the tree back to his house to sleep.

...

Time flies, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

That year, Qin Shou spent every day refining pills, cultivating, and brewing all sorts of novel spirit wines.

Siwu has grown up again.

He is five years old this year.

That day, he ran over and excitedly told Qin Shou that he wanted to cultivate.

Qin Shou refused.

Because he hadn't decided whether to let Si Wu live a peaceful life or to push him into a bloody and vengeful career.

Si Wu didn't understand why his brother Qin Shou was unwilling to teach him cultivation.

But he was sensible; he knew that Brother Qin was a very, very good person, so he didn't cry or make a fuss.

Then, he ran towards Changsheng.

"Uncle Changsheng, do you know how to cultivate?"

"Can you teach the Four No's cultivation?"

"Siwu also wants to be like Sister Yicheng and Sister Damei, able to fly and send a monster flying with a single punch."

Si Wu spoke very seriously.

However, Changsheng was stunned; he didn't know how to answer Siwu.

"Siwu, remember to call me Brother Changsheng next time. I'm even younger than my master!"

"Chang Sheng said."

Si Wu scratched his head, looked at Chang Sheng seriously, and then turned and ran away.

Siwu was clever; he realized that there was no future in cultivating with Uncle Changsheng, so he skipped and hopped off to play with Sister Yicheng.

Children's thoughts come and go quickly.

Seeing that Qin Shou was unwilling to teach him cultivation, Si Wu quickly forgot about it and happily played with Yi Cheng and Da Mei on the mountain every day.

When Siwu was seven years old, he fell seriously ill.

The symptoms were strange; sometimes the whole body was burning hot, sometimes it was freezing cold, and occasionally the facial features would contort, as if the person was in a nightmare.

Qin Shou stayed by his side day and night, constantly transferring spiritual energy to him, and didn't dare to close his eyes for seven days and seven nights.

Just as Qin Shou was anxiously preparing to take him down the mountain to seek a cure, Si Wu's illness suddenly disappeared.

That day, a heavy snow fell on Turtle Mountain.

The snowflakes were large, covering the mountains and rivers, and the entire world.

Little Siwu knelt in the snow, begging Qin Shou to take him as a disciple and teach him the way of cultivation.