The Little Fairy Doctor's skills were not yet proficient, so she used them as practice subjects, but they were the only source of high-quality elixirs for the rogue cultivators.
He didn't dare to be too direct, so he could only cautiously add this sentence.
But Wu Die didn't understand and asked, "So what if it's warm? You also eat pills and immortal fruits, which are all cold. You obviously can't get used to this soup cooked by mortals! Why did you turn against us?"
The scattered cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.
One of them picked up the empty bowl that was filled with the spiritual energy of wood and said to Wu Die, "Immortal Physician, you may not know this, but we have lost our vital energy. Injuries affect our mental state, and we still have to work hard to find elixirs and medicines, leaving us exhausted both physically and mentally. But this is warm, and the feeling after drinking it is different. I feel... I feel so happy."
Yes, it's the word "happiness".
The conclusion seems absurd, but it's actually quite apt.
Another person chimed in, "Little Fairy Doctor, we who are critically injured and on the verge of death have our primordial spirits scattered. We can only rely on this medicine to keep us alive, and our experience is similar to that of ordinary people. Even if the spiritual fruits on this mountain are sour and astringent, we will eat them like honey and will not care about their quality. Your medicine is extremely good, but if we drink something made by a mortal gardener when we are injured, our mood will improve and we will feel that there is hope for our injuries."
Wu Die pouted, looking suspicious: "How could that be?"
The rogue cultivator who had just spoken loosened his collar to show her his injuries: "Little Fairy Doctor, please take a look."
He had a deep gash in his chest, the bleeding had stopped long ago, and his beating heart was visible, as if a ferocious beast had ripped his chest open with its claws.
Such an injury would surely kill an ordinary person, but the long-standing scabbing wound was emanating wood spirit energy, as if it had actually healed a little bit.
The other onlookers who hadn't drunk any drinks marveled at the sight and cast surprised glances at Zhao Xi.
This is the efficacy of the medicinal cuisine prepared by the ordinary gardener; it can even cure long-standing ailments!
No wonder so many immortals and demons follow her lead.
After hearing everyone's comments, Wu Die stood to the side, resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought, her little face showing a mixture of emotions.
Seeing this situation, the people who had placed bets on Wu Die were not having it. They had invested several million spirit stones, which was equivalent to a magic weapon.
"How can you judge it like that?! This competition only tests the processing of medicinal materials. Processing is about how the medicinal materials are handled. The decoction made by the mortal gardener is almost like rice paste, with so much green juice. What kind of processing is that? It's just mixing mud!"
"The efficacy of medicine is something that will happen sooner or later. Miss Wu Die is a genuine medical sage; how could she be outdone by a mortal?"
Their words resonated with many, urging the judges to change their minds.
"No!" Wu Die suddenly spoke up, stopping them from entangled with and attacking the scattered cultivators.
Her young face still showed resentment, but she turned around and bowed to Zhao Xi, who was sitting next to the man in white drinking tea, saying, "I lost."
Those involved in the betting immediately erupted in uproar.
How could this be?
"Did you join forces with them? Did you take bribes from them?"
Wu Die turned around and glared at the man, cursing, "Would I risk my reputation as a medical immortal for a bet?! Is it something to be proud of to be beaten by a mortal?!"
She stomped her foot angrily, her cheeks puffed out in rage. "My master said that processing is for making medicine. But it's not just about handling herbs. Since this refining method has turned into stewing instead of putting them in an alchemy furnace, I should have changed the processing method. I shouldn't have cut these herbs into such large pieces. Although the spiritual energy can still be absorbed, the medicinal effect is indeed not as fast as hers." Her voice softened, then rose again, "I am indeed inferior in skill! You are indeed quite amazing."
Zhao Xi wanted to smile slightly, but shook her head and said, "No, you're wrong. If it's cut into large pieces, the spiritual energy won't be absorbed well."
Wu Die looked up in astonishment and shook her head, saying, "Impossible! We are immortals, not mortals. Of course we can absorb it. It's just a matter of time. It's written in medical books."
Zhao Xi shrugged: "I don't know why either. I discovered it by feeding it to a demon beast. I don't understand medical principles very well, so you'll have to figure out the underlying reasons. All I know is that chopped food can be absorbed faster and better."
Wu Die rested her chin on her hand, stood there pondering for a while, and seemed to understand something.
Perhaps the injury itself affected their absorption of the elixir. It's like when someone is sick, they have difficulty digesting and can't eat.
Spiritual roots will likely encounter the same problem.
No wonder some people who have hit a bottleneck can't improve their cultivation no matter how many pills they take. Could it be that their spiritual roots have changed in a short period of time?
Unexpectedly, this ordinary kindergarten director was so observant that he even knew this.
Dancing Butterfly was somewhat annoyed.
I was too arrogant; Zhao Xixiang is indeed quite capable.
She snorted, but finally relented, saying, "I thought you were just an ordinary cook. No wonder you have such skills, able to cook for immortals and command so many immortals. You are indeed quite amazing. You even inspired me, and I should thank you! When you have the chance next time, come to Apricot Blossom Valley, and we'll come back to learn your cooking techniques!"
The young girl was straightforward; since she was willing to accept defeat, she acknowledged Zhao Xi's capabilities.
But having lost in front of everyone, she was embarrassed and slunk away.
Many independent cultivators followed her away, but some stayed behind and asked Luo Haiqing how to join the Five Spirits Hall.
Luo Haiqing was busy counting spirit stones.
He sent all those who wanted to join to his servants.
This cunning old fox made a huge investment in Wudie on the surface, leaving others with the impression that he didn't think highly of his own kindergarten director.
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