Chapter 2 Not a Dream
Early the next morning, a cold wind blew in through the cracks in the broken window.
Bai Qingchen huddled on the hard bed, shivering with cold, without a trace of warmth in his body.
My head hurt terribly, as if someone was hitting it with a stick, and my temples were throbbing.
He caught a cold completely after taking a dip in the ice water yesterday.
"Bang!" The wooden door that was about to fall apart was kicked open by someone.
The cold wind rushed in with chill, making Bai Qingchen shiver and unable to help coughing violently.
Standing at the door was a short middle-aged man with triangular eyes and a mean look. He was the manager of the backyard of Renjitang and his name was Zhang San.
"Bai Qingchen! If you're not dead, get up and work!"
Zhang San's voice is sharp and unpleasant, like a broken gong.
"Look at what time it is. If you don't want to work, then pack up and get out!"
"There are medicinal herbs piled up like a mountain in the back, waiting to be washed and dried! Do you really think the pharmacy is a place to support rich people?" Zhang San cursed with his hands on his hips.
Bai Qingchen struggled to sit up, his vision going dark. He wanted to speak, but his throat was too hoarse to make a sound.
Zhang San waved his hands impatiently: "Stop dawdling! If you're any slower, forget about dinner tonight!"
The well for washing medicinal herbs is at the very backyard.
The strong wind blew through the corridor, making a whistling sound that made people shiver.
Zhang San pointed to the tall pile of herbs next to him and said coldly, "Wash and dry them before dark. If you can't finish them, you'll starve!" After saying that, he folded his arms and left.
The other apprentices were used to it. When they first arrived, some of them felt sorry for Bai Qingchen and secretly helped him with his work. However, they were caught by Zhang San, and the helpers were punished as well.
Later on, no one dared to intervene and everyone just focused on their own work.
Bai Qingchen looked at the well that was emitting cold air, then looked at his hands covered with frostbite, and his eyes were dazed.
Just after putting my hands in the cold water for a while, they became numb and numb from the cold, and I almost lost consciousness.
Strangely enough, relying on the memories from those dreams, he was able to recognize what the herbs in his hand were used for.
He has a severe cold. The medicine he took yesterday didn't work at all. Now he can only rely on himself.
While no one was paying attention, Bai Qingchen quickly stuffed a few useful herbs into his arms.
"Hey! Isn't this our Young Master Bai? Did you enjoy taking a bath yesterday?" Zhang Peng's annoying voice came again.
Bai Qingchen stopped and raised his head stiffly.
Zhang Peng, wearing a brand new thick brocade robe that looked a little bloated, was standing not far away with a smug look on his face.
He was surrounded by a few little followers, all waiting to watch the fun with smiles on their faces.
Zhang Peng deliberately walked over and kicked over the winnowing basket containing the washed herbs next to him. The washed herbs were scattered on the ground and covered with dust.
"Back in the school, you were so arrogant, weren't you? Now, what about you? If your parents die, you'll be like a piece of jade falling into the mud!"
Zhang Peng pouted and sneered, "You're only fit to spend your whole life washing rotten grass roots in my backyard! Hahaha!"
These words pierced his heart like a knife. Bai Qingchen clenched the herbs in his hand tightly, and his fingers turned white.
Zhang Peng felt even more proud when he saw how angry he was but didn't dare to resist.
He deliberately tugged at his new clothes and showed them off: "See? This is the disciple uniform of the Qingmu Sect! My father spent a lot of money to put me in it!"
"So what if you have spiritual roots? With your crappy five spiritual roots, without spiritual stones, you can't even become an immortal!"
Zhang Peng rolled his eyes, looking Bai Qingchen up and down, revealing a malicious smile, "But... if you follow me and become my personal servant, I will take you to Qingmumen, how about it?"
Bai Qingchen suppressed his anger, lowered his head and continued to wash the herbs, just thinking he was farting.
Seeing that he ignored him, Zhang Peng lost face in front of his younger brother and his face suddenly fell.
A younger brother quickly chimed in: "Don't be so ungrateful! Young Master Peng will be an immortal in the future! It's a blessing for you that he's taken a fancy to you! Don't be so shameless!"
As he said this, he wanted to rush over and slap Bai Qingchen, but the person next to him quickly pulled him back and whispered, "Don't hit him! The young master has fallen for this face!"
Zhang Peng gestured for his younger brother to withdraw and deliberately raised his voice: "Do you know my cousin Zhang Wei? He's an inner sect disciple of Baicao Sect! Baicao Sect! That's a subordinate sect of Yaowang Valley, the top alchemy sect in the Jiuzhou Continent!"
Medicine King Valley!
These three words struck Bai Qingchen like a bolt of lightning. His heart trembled violently. Was this the Medicine King Valley he had imagined? The Kyushu Continent also matched up. Could it be that all that... wasn't a dream?
Zhang Peng was still chattering away, but Bai Qingchen couldn't hear a word he said.
His mind was full of images of his past life. Zhang Peng's voice was too loud. His body now had no spiritual power, but the memories of his past life were still there. Bai Qingchen didn't want to waste time with him.
He had a small stone in his hand at some point, and when no one was paying attention, he shook his wrist and the stone hit a servant on the lower back.
"Ouch!" The young man felt a pain in his waist, tripped, and fell forward, his hand just pushing on Zhang Peng's back!
Zhang Peng was completely unprepared. He was pushed forward and fell into the open well with a splash.
The backyard suddenly became eerily quiet, and everyone looked towards the wellhead, stunned.
"What the hell are you all standing there for! The young master has fallen into the well! Someone come and help!"
Zhang Peng's servant was so frightened that his voice changed and he shouted in a shrill voice.
Everyone finally reacted, dropped their work, and rushed to the well in a hurry.
The scene suddenly became chaotic. The servant who pushed Zhang Peng was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, his legs too weak to stand up.
Taking advantage of the chaos, no one noticed that an apprentice had quietly slipped away.
Medicine King Valley, Kyushu Continent... these are not dreams! Bai Qingchen was surprised and happy, and walked quickly towards his small house.
He only vaguely remembered that he was the young master of Yaowang Valley, the extremely talented Immortal Lord Fu Yu, and the devastating war between immortals and demons, and it seemed that he also had a Taoist companion who accompanied him throughout his life.
But the face of the Taoist partner was as if covered by a layer of fog and could not be seen clearly.
He needed to recover more memories, but now was not the time, there were more important things.
When I opened the door, Wu Yu, who lived with me, had not come back yet.
Bai Qingchen hurried in, looked around and saw no one, then closed the door.
He prepared the herbs he had picked up according to the recipe he remembered and drank it. His cold was indeed much better.
He worked as an apprentice in Renjitang for seven years. Although he was called an apprentice, he was almost like a servant.
The money they saved over the years was pitifully little, and Zhang San always found excuses to deduct their wages. The little money they had was not enough for the trip to Yancheng.
For now, I could only save enough money to get to Yancheng, and then find a way to get to Yaowang Valley from there. My memory was patchy, and finding a Taoist companion was like looking for a needle in a haystack. I might as well go to the familiar Yaowang Valley first and see if I could remember more.
He simply packed up his meager belongings, and a small wooden box caught his eye.
Bai Qingchen's eyes softened and he carefully took the box in his hand.
This was the only thing his mother left behind. It originally contained a peach wood comb. The small wooden box was engraved with orchids, his mother's favorite pattern. He gently touched the patterns with his fingers.
Suddenly, a faint but familiar wave came along his fingers.
Bai Qingchen's heart skipped a beat and he felt something was wrong.
He began to carefully examine the wooden box that had been with him for seven years. He felt a bulge and tried to press it down.
With a slight click, a secret compartment popped open at the bottom of the box, and inside lay a jade pendant of very simple style.
Bai Qingchen took out the jade pendant and held it in his hand. The thin spiritual energy that was originally imperceptible suddenly became thicker and gathered around the jade pendant in strands.
He was surprised to find that the patterns engraved on the jade pendant were not ordinary patterns, but formation runes!
He carefully identified it and finally confirmed that the runes on the jade pendant were the work of his previous life, and his memories came back bit by bit.
At that time, he accidentally obtained a powerful secret method, but unfortunately he was missing the second volume and could not practice it.
He did not give up and refined many magical instruments to try to circumvent the restrictions of the lower volume, but all failed. This jade pendant was one of the experimental products.
He remembered that this thing was of no use to him at the time, so he gave it to a little demon he met by chance.
It was a little demon with insufficient cultivation, and its transformation was incomplete, so it had to wrap its furry ears with cloth.
Living in the human territory, there will always be times when one is exposed. That day, Bai Qingchen happened to pass by and saw the little demon covered in blood being chased by a group of mortals, so he rescued him.
The little demon was so grateful to him that he burst into tears. Bai Qingchen felt sorry for him and gave him the jade pendant that could help people absorb spiritual energy faster, hoping that he could transform completely as soon as possible and hide his ears.
Unexpectedly, after many twists and turns, the jade pendant returned to his hands.
It's really a timely help, just in time to solve his current problem.
He now has five spiritual roots. When his spiritual roots were tested at the age of six, his parents were overjoyed.
In a small place like Linshan City, there are only a few children with spiritual roots in decades.
Although the five spiritual roots are the worst, it is better to have them than not to have them.
In order to collect the registration fee of 300 low-grade spirit stones, my parents went out to do business, but they met with an accident and lost everything.
Bai Qingchen tightly grasped the warm jade pendant and whispered, "Dad, Mom, I will definitely become an immortal and will not let you down."
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