Zhou Lie was in charge of the screening work. Although he received some good goods, the green fungus stone never appeared.

As I was thinking, a young man walked in. His temperament was hard to forget, clear and bright, with the charm of an empty mountain after a rain.

"It's him."

Zhou Lie recognized him immediately. He was the young herbalist, a man of great luck. He had picked up three medicinal stones last time and exchanged them for a thousand medium-grade spirit stones here.

"I got two more medicinal stones."

The young herbalist swiftly took out two medicinal stones from his storage bag. They were as smooth as jade and had a faint medicinal fragrance, making them easy to identify.

He still remembered Zhou Lie. The storage bag he gave him was very useful. He was a good person.

"Or did you pick it up?"

Zhou Lie asked curiously.

"How could I be so lucky? I went deep into the mountains to find it."

The young boy who was picking herbs touched the back of his head. After the last incident, he paid special attention to the ground when walking, but he really couldn't pick up any herbs.

There was no other choice. For this big deal, he went to the mountains and explored for a while, and finally got some results.

"Isn't that called luck? Finding two medicinal stones in seven or eight days?"

Zhou Lie smiled bitterly, thinking that the herbalist's explanation of luck was not deep enough.

This profit is already huge. Many casual cultivators go deep into the mountains and gain nothing.

Sometimes, your efforts may not necessarily lead to any rewards.

Zhou Lie took the two medicinal stones and three hundred medium-grade spirit stones.

"I want to learn some Dan Dao knowledge, do you sell it here?"

The young herb collector did not turn around and leave, but asked another question, adding, "If it's too expensive, forget it."

He didn't know much about alchemy, but he knew that alchemists were very noble and it was a good thing to be a respected person.

"You want to be an alchemist?"

A gentle voice came from the side. The young boy who was picking herbs looked over and saw that it was the person in charge of this place. He looked very young, but others called him "senior", so he must have a very high level of cultivation.

"This is my teacher, a second-level alchemist."

Zhou Lie liked the innocence of the young boy who was picking herbs, so he told him about Chen Sheng’s identity and asked him to seize the opportunity quickly.

"Second-level alchemist!"

The young herb collector widened his eyes. Anyone who had anything to do with alchemists was a very distinguished person, and Mr. Chen was a big shot among alchemists. He was absolutely extraordinary.

He was lucky enough to have a face-to-face conversation with this person, who seemed very kind.

After a moment of hesitation, he realized that he had not yet answered Chen Sheng's question, so he quickly said, "Well, it should be okay."

He was a little unsure whether he could become an alchemist. After all, those cultivators who had masters teaching them failed to become alchemists.

He started his career late, and based on a momentary whim, he wanted to become an alchemist, which seemed a bit unrealistic.

"no problem."

Chen Sheng smiled, his eyes were gentle, he looked at the boy picking herbs, and said softly: "I will teach you for a while."

The young boy who picked herbs remembered this scene very clearly. It was obviously a very big event, but this gentle elder spoke of it lightly. When the young boy first started practicing, he provided great convenience and help to the young boy.

"Ah? I can't afford it."

At this time, the young boy who was picking herbs was conflicted. He hesitated and felt that his reasons were not very upright and somewhat embarrassing.

A second-level alchemist willing to teach, even for a short period of time, is something that countless people dream of.

However, for the sake of a few small changes, he did not dare to accept the offer directly. He was really not a manly person.

"No need for that. I'm looking for the blue fungus stone, but I've always lacked luck. Maybe with you by my side, I can achieve my wish."

Mr. Chen believed that the young man who collected herbs had some kind of good fortune, as such people always found things simpler than other people.

Maybe, it can work.

Even if it fails, he is still a good teacher, and it is not a big deal for him to give a little help to a diligent junior.

"this……"

The young boy who was picking herbs felt dizzy and a little dreamy, and even dared not to believe that this was true.

"Why, you don't want to?"

Mr. Chen smiled.

"I do."

The young herb collector nodded repeatedly, then became a little confused and said, "What should I do next?"

He did not forget that Chen Sheng wanted to find the green fungus stone beside him.

“Just be yourself.”

Mr. Chen did not force it. There was something metaphysical about this aspect, so he just had to take it one step at a time.

Finally, if it really doesn’t work, you can think of another way.

"Then... go home first."

The herb-picking boy asked tentatively.

Seeing that Mr. Chen had no objection, he walked out of the stronghold and went down along the mountain path.

After half an hour, the young man who was picking herbs stopped, crouched down, looked around, and was searching for something.

He was very cautious, and even if he didn't find anything, he would still patiently observe carefully behind the shadows of the grass and trees.

"There is a terrifying monster lurking on the mountain road nearby. You have to be careful."

After seven or eight breaths, the young boy who was picking herbs did not find any monsters and his tone became lighter.

He had personally seen several independent cultivators being caught off guard by the monsters here and dying in the northwest.

"It looks like he won't come out today."

Mr. Chen looked at a certain place casually with a smile in his eyes.

"Safe, go."

The young herbalist agreed and felt relieved, passing through this dangerous place.

At this time, the terrible monster was trembling in its lair. It felt a terrifying aura that locked onto it. As long as the monster had a thought, it could be killed.

What a terrible place! It decided to move.

The herbalist boy lived in a small town near the Wenshuo Mountains.

Although it is a small town, it is very prosperous. Those who come in and out are all cultivators. Just like mortal hunters, they live off the land and lead a dangerous life.

There are many cultivators there, so land is in short supply. The home of the young herbalist is a simple house.

But he didn't feel disgusted at all. After returning home, he was completely relaxed.

Then……

"What to eat?"

Although the herb-collecting boy’s ability to resist hunger has increased a lot after refining Qi, he still has to eat. He thinks that his cultivation is probably not enough and he cannot really live forever by eating Qi.

"All right."

Mr. Chen did not refuse as he did not want to cause any misunderstanding.

"Corn and bacon, please?"

The young herbalist spoke without much confidence, lowering his head slightly, and was really a little ashamed.

He is a second-level alchemist with a noble status, but he lets others eat this kind of thing. If the people from the immortal cultivation family heard about it, they would laugh to death.

"Can."

Mr. Chen nodded and still did not refuse.

This made the young herbalist feel relieved. He started to light the fire and cook, very seriously, as if he was facing something important that deserved attention.

The firewood was burning very vigorously, white smoke came out of the lid of the pot, and the corn inside was slowly steamed, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Use a slow fire, it will taste better that way."

Mr. Chen suggested.

The young boy who was picking herbs nodded silently and worked silently. In this silence, he felt a little pressure, as well as restraint and helplessness in his heart.

After removing some of the firewood, the stove fire became a little weaker. When the corn was almost cooked, he put the chopped bacon on it.

Under the steam, the flavor of the bacon blends with the rice, oozing out a hint of fat, and it looks very good.

The young herbalist filled a large porcelain bowl for Chen Sheng and also got a portion for himself.

“Indeed, it tastes much better.”

In the past, he felt that he had done well enough, but now the gap was visible to the naked eye.

"Many principles are the same. Alchemy and cooking both require good control of the heat."

Mr. Chen may not know how to cook, but he understands the timing and knows when to make changes.

As long as the advantages of the material are brought into play, half the success is achieved.

"Cooking? Making medicine?"

The young herb collector was stunned for a moment. If someone else said this, he would definitely be laughed at. How noble is the alchemist? The cook is not even worthy of carrying his shoes! But this is what Chen Sheng said. The other party's alchemy skills are at the first-class level in the border areas, if not the top level.

"Senior is different from what I imagined."

The young herb collector really felt that Mr. Chen was very special. He did not have the dignity of a big shot, but he had pride deep in his bones.

Gentle and polite.

Taking this meal alone as an example, Chen Sheng’s daily diet must have been extremely rich, but he was able to eat simple meals from the same pot with him, and his expression was normal and natural, not pretended.

This reaction made him feel relieved.

At the beginning, he was afraid that Mr. Chen would be dismissive of the poverty around him. If that happened, even though he wouldn't say it, he would still be sad in his heart, as if his dignity was being trampled upon.

But the fact is, this person was so peaceful that he felt lucky.

"There's no need to make alchemy a myth. It's just a way to make a living."

When Mr. Chen warned the young boy who was collecting herbs, he was actually teaching him that one should not be too proud. There are always people better than you, and one should be humble towards this world, otherwise one might be drawn into a vortex one day.

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you, senior. I really just want to earn some spirit stones by refining pills so that I can go more smoothly on the road of cultivation."

After the herbalist got acquainted with Mr. Chen, he returned to his original nature, with a simple character, a hint of shyness, and a boy's desire for the beautiful side of the world.

He wanted to be an alchemist, not to be superior to others, but to have a better life.

"This is a first-level spiritual herb atlas. You should familiarize yourself with it for a while."

Mr. Chen likes this kind of younger generation very much. They are eager to make progress but do not go to extremes. They try their best to radiate the brilliance of youth to the world.

He gave the young herbalist a jade slip of inheritance, which recorded the types and habits of first-level spiritual herbs as a starting point.

It was also the starting point of his initial alchemy practice.

"Floating grass."

After the young herbalist obtained the first-level spiritual herb atlas, he was very happy and began to study it carefully.

Then, he found something that overlapped with what was in his mind, walked to the side, moved the cabinet away, and took out six jade boxes from a hidden corner.

"Senior, is this floating grass?"

He opened one of the jade boxes, and inside was a magical herb with two thick leaves, like a very finely polished jadeite.

"yes."

Chen Sheng nodded, but he looked at the young man picking herbs with a strange look in his eyes, and asked, "Are the other five all first-level spiritual herbs?"

The young man's luck was beyond his expectations. Not only did he pick up medicinal stones, but he also harvested a lot of spiritual herbs.

"I picked them all from the Wenshuo Mountains."

The young herbalist was already extremely convinced of Chen Sheng, so he did not hide anything and spoke directly.

"How did you deal with those monsters?"

Mr. Chen asked the most crucial question.

Spiritual herbs are precious, one of the reasons being that they are guarded by monsters. When fighting between cultivators of the same level, monsters are stronger than cultivators, so picking them becomes a big problem.

"No monster."

The herb-picking boy said seriously.

His expression showed some surprise, which was the same as Chen Sheng's surprise that there was no monster guarding the spiritual herbs.

There are actually monsters guarding the spiritual herbs?! That doesn't make sense.

Chen Sheng was silent. There were some people in the world of immortal cultivation who could not be judged according to common sense.

"Lantern grass, Wanlihua, Suifang grass, Shuimiaolian, Qiyue grass."

The young boy who was picking herbs was standing by, carefully comparing the herbs in the jade box and recognizing them one by one. He was in a good mood and very happy.

"Although you sealed it, your method was very crude."

Mr. Chen came back to his senses and told the herbalist about the problem of the boy sealing the spiritual herbs. It was fine for a short time, but over time, most of the spiritual herbs would be wasted.

"Then what should we do?"

Now, the young herb collector was a little anxious, because he wanted to rely on these things to become an alchemist.

"The choice of sealed objects is naturally particular, and it is usually a top-quality spiritual jade box."

Chen Sheng explained in detail, and considering the money bag of the young herb collector, he said, "With your savings, you still don't need the spiritual jade. An ordinary jade box like this will do, but you have to draw runes to seal the spiritual herbs to prevent the medicinal power from escaping."

After saying that, he pointed his finger at the spirit platform of the young boy who was collecting herbs and taught him a method of sealing the spiritual herbs.

The young herb collector was very grateful and respectful to Mr. Chen. His teachings were never condescending, but had the perspective of a grassroots person.

Yes, he also knew that it would be better to go to the spiritual herb shop and sell the jade box specially used for storage, but he was a beginner in cultivation and had no support. He had to do everything by himself. How could he expect everything to be perfect?

This method of sealing spiritual herbs is the most suitable for him.

It is a blessing to meet such a senior.

"Senior, please take a look at me. I always feel that there is something wrong with my training."

The young herbalist took out the fundamental method of cultivation without any hesitation, hoping that Mr. Chen would point out the mistakes in his practice.

"Chen Yuan Jing? It can be cultivated to the foundation-building stage. Although the luck method is simple, it has a simple and elegant beauty."

Chen Sheng took the inheritance jade slip and probed it with his mental power. He was a little surprised that it turned out to be an excellent method of refining Qi.

The magic power cultivated in this way is pure and profound, enough to sweep away the casual practitioners of the same level.

"Where did it come from?"

He had some guesses. When he first saw the young man picking herbs, he knew that the other party had no foundation. He might have accidentally entered an immortal cave and suddenly embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

"I found it in the cave."

The young boy picking herbs said shyly.

"He is a man of great fortune."

It is indeed so, a legacy left by our predecessors.

Chen Sheng actually saw a trace of Chen Ergou's shadow in the other person. That person's luck was also not bad. He was blessed with good fortune and always got some extremely magical things when exploring the caves of his predecessors.

"Sit down and meditate to practice your Qi. I'll see if there's anything wrong with your Qi flow."

He read the Chen Yuan Sutra thoroughly and felt that he was somewhat confident. He asked the young herbalist to sit down and collect his energy while he was in charge.

"call……"

The young herbalist sat cross-legged, emptying his mind and body, and circulated his internal skills. He was completely defenseless, or rather, he trusted Chen Sheng 100% and entrusted his life and death to him.

"This luck route is wrong. We should go this way."

"It's fine to just go straight up here."

"No need to go around in circles."

Chen Sheng pointed his finger at the back of the boy who was collecting herbs, and found that the route of his energy was wrong, so he swam around, guiding the other party's energy in the right direction.

"Sure enough, there is no awkward feeling anymore."

This time, the herbalist tried his luck again and knew there would be no problem.

"It's just a few small details that are wrong."

Mr. Chen was still a little surprised. It was very rare for the young herbalist to learn by himself and follow the right path of luck.

But the other party will feel uncomfortable if he gets angry.

It’s an instinctive gift, the ability to sense when something is wrong.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would not be able to feel it at all and would directly kill himself.

"Without the guidance of my seniors, I don't know how long it would take to fix these few small mistakes."

The young herbalist had only been in the business for a short time, but he already fully understood the hardships of independent practitioners.

In spiritual practice, it is like crossing a river by feeling the stones. Every decision is a gamble. One wrong decision will lead to a lifetime of regret.

He was extremely lucky to have Mr. Chen to answer his questions and provide him with help.

(End of this chapter)