In this vibrant place, an old man and a young man met, and Master Fei Dan's face was filled with joy.

"How can I delay in seeking the truth?"

Mr. Chen was also very happy. When he first started to practice the Dao of Alchemy, he was able to have such a kind-hearted old senior leading him, and his journey on the path went smoothly.

There is not much small talk. For people with common interests, hard work is the real truth.

Master Fei Dan led Chen Sheng to a magical herb. He said nothing, but his face was filled with uncontrollable pride.

This is not frivolity, but a kind of sincerity.

Only those who are recognized can enjoy this treatment. Otherwise, given the nobility of the alchemist, he will not take you seriously and will not even bother to pay attention to you.

"This hibiscus grass is so beautiful."

Chen Sheng naturally knew that Master Fei Dan would not drag him here for no reason.

He looked towards the magical herb. It was about two feet tall, with a graceful body and a bright red flower on top, like a beautiful woman's face.

Hibiscus grass.

A first-level spiritual herb.

However, this hibiscus grass grew too well, with an excellent shape, like a beautiful lady. It is of the highest quality and is hard to come by in ten years. If it were left outside, it would be snatched up by alchemists as soon as it came out.

However, Mr. Chen knew that this was not the product of the right time and place, but was cultivated by Master Fei Dan.

In the first volume of the Spiritual Herb Diary, the method of cultivating hibiscus grass is recorded in detail, and it also records the hardships that Master Fei Dan went through in building it from scratch, which took a full year.

"And more."

The sound of praise touched Master Fei Dan's heart. Only those who understand it know how precious this hibiscus grass is.

He happily took Mr. Chen to another place in East District 9 to witness his achievements.

“This big.”

Mr. Chen was shocked again. Master Fei's alchemy was simple and unpretentious. It was grown from the ground and contained an indestructible solidity.

This time, what he saw was a wood marrow grass. The rhizome used in alchemy is usually as thick as a finger, but the one cultivated by Master Fei was as thick as a child's arm.

In terms of age, it looks like three years, but judging by its color and shape, it has probably been effective for ten years.

That's the skill.

It makes sense that Master Fei was able to gain a foothold in the medicine house and gain respect among the group of first-class alchemists.

"See? I grew all of these. Study the Spiritual Herb Diary carefully. It will help you on your path to becoming an alchemist smoothly."

In several places, Master Fei Dan showed Chen Sheng different kinds of spiritual herbs. Although they were of the same species, the medicinal effects of the herbs they grew were very different.

Afterwards, he revealed his intention and taught Chen Sheng to be down-to-earth. A truly powerful alchemist is never high and mighty and untainted by the world.

"I will study hard."

This good intention really touched Chen Sheng's heart. He was on the right path and should practice harder to make the journey worthwhile.

"You can do it."

Master Fei Dan naturally believed it, otherwise he would not have done so much for Chen Sheng. He waved his hand and said, "Now, that corner area is reserved for you. Go and experiment."

As he spoke, he gave Chen Sheng the hoe he was carrying and a small bag of spiritual herb seeds.

Only by applying theory to practice can we integrate knowledge points more quickly and grow high-quality spiritual herbs of our own.

"The seeds of spiritual herbs are mixed together. I have to distinguish them and plant them in the appropriate environment according to local conditions."

Mr. Chen followed his instructions, took the seeds and the hoe, and went to the western corner of East District 9.

He first looked at the bag and found that the seeds of spiritual herbs were deliberately mixed by Elder Fei, obviously considering his herbal medicine foundation.

That’s nothing. He didn’t slack off in studying the first-level spiritual herb atlas. He quickly identified the various spiritual herb seeds and classified them.

Then, there is the issue of planting.

He thought about it, and according to the pharmacology he learned from the waste pills and the knowledge in the spiritual herb diary, he selected five kinds of spiritual herb seeds, totaling one hundred, and used the simplest five elements to arrange them, trying his hand.

Now that we have a concrete idea, the next step is to get started.

He carried a hoe and measured the land with his feet, using himself as the foundation to mark the specific locations for the spiritual herb seeds to fall.

After walking around three times, he swung the hoe in his hand and dug out holes one after another like a white bird flying across the sky and landing to build a nest.

Apply base fertilizer, or directly sprinkle seeds and cover them with soil.

This step is the easiest.

"Adapting to local conditions and being familiar with spiritual herbs, he already has the aura of an alchemist."

Master Fei Dan nodded repeatedly as he read it. Mr. Chen had read his spiritual herb diary carefully and had not made any mistakes in the planting of the spiritual herbs.

In this, he also saw the shadows of Xi Fu and Master Fei Dan, and some of their insights on the way of alchemy influenced Chen Sheng.

Then, together they built the foundation of alchemy for the young man.

“It’s very well done, with great attention to detail.”

While thinking, Mr. Chen had already planted the seeds of the spiritual herb.

Master Fei Dan saw that after Chen Sheng finished all this, he did not just leave it alone. Instead, he used his magic power to penetrate deep into the soil, clear the veins of the earth, and put the spiritual herb seeds in an extremely comfortable state.

This probably took more than half an hour.

"If there are any mistakes or omissions, please tell me directly, Master Fei Dan."

Mr. Chen didn't care at all. He patted the soil on his shoulder, walked out of the planting area, and said seriously to Master Fei Dan.

“It’s already very good.”

Master Fei Dan affirmed: "From now on, every three to five days, you will come and take care of your spiritual herbs until they are harvested."

Under his guidance, as well as that of Xi Fu and Master Ding Dan, Chen Sheng's foundation in alchemy has become extremely solid.

With time, you will definitely become an excellent alchemist.

"I will take care of this batch of spiritual herbs until they mature."

Mr. Chen nodded. These were the first batch of spiritual herbs he planted. Although they were not worth much money, he still had a special feeling for them.

After that day, Mr. Chen would come to the East 9th District every few days to take care of the spiritual herbs he planted and wait for the harvest.

He also mastered Xi Fu's method of controlling fire and Master Ding's pharmacology, and he quickly advanced on the path of alchemy.

In terms of cultivation, he practiced Qi training and meditation, and did not dare to be negligent.

In terms of magic, he mainly practiced the Star-Slashing Sword Technique, slashing at the North Star every night to raise his own qi and nourish his sword intent.

Mr. Chen thought that he would continue this pace of life, then start refining elixirs and become a real alchemist.

Until...

Luzhu's arrival broke his peace.

"Deacon Mo is gone."

She brought a piece of news that Mo Dahai, one of the two outer sect deacons who had paved the way for Chen Sheng, had died of old age this morning.

"Leaving? Leaving now."

Chen Sheng's body was shaken, and his emotions rose and fell a thousand times.

He didn't know what words to use to describe it.

Probably, a little bit of surprise, sadness, nostalgia, helplessness, etc.

"Didn't you say you still have half a year to live?"

His mind was in a mess, Chen Sheng said subconsciously.

"It has been more than five months since you became the deacon of the Medicine House."

Luzhu didn't know how to comfort Chen Sheng. Birth, aging, sickness and death are something that even a cultivator cannot escape.

"Fast... too fast."

Mr. Chen murmured something, and many scenes seemed to pass by before his eyes one by one. Only then did he realize that he had been practicing Taoism for twenty-six years.

Twenty-six years is a very long time for a cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage, let alone an elderly person who is retiring.

(End of this chapter)