Snap!
A large black female mosquito landed on her forehead and was swatted dead by Ruan Xianxian without expression, leaving her hand covered in blood.
She scratched her arms and legs in frustration, "How much longer until we arrive?"
Feeling refreshed, Song Nanli handed over the prepared ointment again, "Want some more?"
Ruan Xianxian ignored him. Having drunk from the spiritual spring for a long time, her blood smelled sweet, making her particularly attractive to mosquitoes—the kind of mosquitoes that even ointment couldn't seduce.
Seeing her unfriendly gaze after swatting the mosquito, as if she wanted to swat him back like she did, Song Nanli quickened his pace, barely able to suppress the smile on his lips.
Ancient trees are abundant in the mountains, but thousand-year-old trees are not easy to find. Before they knew it, the two had entered a ginkgo forest.
A thousand-year-old ginkgo tree stands proudly, like a wise man who has experienced many vicissitudes. Its trunk is incredibly thick, and its crown is extremely large, like a giant umbrella that has been opened.
Compared to this ancient ginkgo tree, the surrounding ginkgo trees appear much younger. They surround this thousand-year-old ginkgo tree like a group of children surrounding an elder.
It conveys ancient wisdom and tranquility.
【All.】Ruan Xianxian, her eyes slightly closed, gently murmured as she rested her hand on the trunk of an ordinary ginkgo tree.
【That's enough.】
The full moon, like a silver plate, hung high in the dark sky, its shadow obscured by the tree canopy. Song Nanli stood quietly half a meter away.
A gentle breeze blew, and almost in the blink of an eye, Song Nanli felt a surge of life force around him, and his gaze was drawn to an unusual light.
Not far away, in Ruan Xianxian's upward-facing palm, a drop of transparent liquid was suspended in mid-air, like a dazzling crystal.
Song Nanli was startled, and Ruan Xianxian reminded her, "Bring the utensils over."
The medicine for that person must be kept under sterile conditions during transportation, so Song Nanli immediately took out a specially made glass container.
Carefully pour the spiritual spring water into the bottle and then put the glass stopper on.
After everything was done, sweat was already beading on his forehead, and he let out a long sigh of relief, looking even more exhausted than the person who had done it.
Ruan Xianxian withdrew her hand and casually waved it in the air, her voice slightly weaker than before.
“I can take one drop of this concentration of life essence from you every month.”
"We'll rest for a while before going to retrieve that ancient tree."
Song Nanli helped her sit down under a tree to rest, took out a leather water bag and fed her some water, then took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a brown pill and handed it to her.
"Eat it, it'll replenish your qi and blood." Seeing that she was too lazy to even move a finger, Song Nanli added, "It's good stuff, you need to use your merit points to exchange for it in the institute's mission system."
Thud!
It was the sound of Ruan Xianxian swallowing pills.
Song Nanli watched her silently as she acted as if she was afraid of being snatched back by him if she was even a second too late.
After resting for about an hour, at the deepest part of the night, a dark cloud drifted in from the horizon and covered the full moon. The two opened their eyes at the same time, and Ruan Xianxian took a deep breath under the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.
He stretched out his hand and did the same thing again.
The darkness did not affect the Taoist's vision. He only noticed that the process of extracting the spiritual liquid this time was much more difficult for Ruan Xianxian than before.
The surrounding area is sometimes teeming with life, and at other times it seems on the verge of disappearing.
Visible beads of sweat appeared on Ruan Xianxian's forehead, and her posture changed from casual to stiff. Finally, her whole body trembled slightly, as if she was struggling against some kind of force.
Song Nanli could see that Ruan Xianxian was struggling. He clenched his fists, sweat already soaking his back. All he could do was desperately stuff pills into her mouth.
It replenishes blood and qi, restores pulse and prevents collapse, and refreshes the mind and invigorates the brain...
When the medicine he brought was almost used up and there was nothing left to replenish, he looked thoughtfully at the kidney-tonifying pills in his hand.
Seeing this scene out of the corner of her eye, Ruan Xianxian's eyelids twitched. She was about to "go all out" and pull the spirit spring out of the tree trunk when she thought of the remnants of the soldiers who were about to come to work at the oil factory.
These are exactly the things I need to regulate my body, so I'll endure it!
Lingquan is also an option, but she was afraid that the Japanese would target her after her trip to Liaoning Province. Never underestimate the enemy; either don't do it at all, or do it to the extreme.
There must be a legitimate reason to help disabled soldiers recover.
She hadn't expected this, but Song Nanli presented her with an opportunity.
Ruan Xianxian sweated even more, looking disheveled, as if she had been pulled out of the water.
Then, under Song Nanli's unwavering gaze, she spat the medicine she had just swallowed into her free hand, making the switch quite obvious.
Most of the pills she actually swallowed were secretly transferred to her spatial dimension the moment they entered her mouth, but she had to make sure everything was done perfectly on the surface and leave no loopholes.
Song Nanli's temple throbbed repeatedly. Several times he didn't want to care whether she lived or died, and even wanted to help her get rid of her sooner, but he was stopped by the person who still needed the spiritual spring to treat her in the hospital bed.
Seeing that he had almost used up all the good medicine and there was no more to be squeezed out, Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue imperceptibly, reminding Tongtong that it was almost time.
Suddenly, the ginkgo forest burst into life, and Song Nanli seemed to hear a mournful cry from ancient times.
Ruan Xianxian seemed to gather all her strength and slapped the tree trunk. She opened her hand, and a drop of liquid that seemed to emit a seven-colored luster floated in her palm.
Compared to the life essence extracted from the previous small apricot tree, it exudes several times more concentrated vitality.
"Are you waiting for lightning to strike? Collect it!" Ruan Xianxian reminded her sternly.
Song Nanli quickly poured the spiritual spring into a test tube and then carefully put the cap on.
What's amazing is that the liquid, which was faintly glowing with a glassy light in Ruan Xianxian's palm, turned into ordinary transparent water droplets in the test tube.
Song Nanli looked closely, and Ruan Xianxian also took the opportunity to take the fake illness pills she bought from the mall.
They selected all of these for her, and the effect after taking them was that she had a severe deficiency of vital energy, which meant that her blood and qi were completely depleted, and no medical instruments could detect anything about it.
After swallowing the pill, Ruan Xianxian waited a while to confirm that the medicine was starting to take effect. Then she closed her eyes and collapsed.
Song Nanli turned around and saw the woman's face was deathly pale, her eyes slightly closed, and her body was crashing to the ground like a piece of shattered glass...
He reacted quickly, catching her falling body while ensuring the test tube wouldn't break, thus preventing Ruan Xianxian from having the intimate contact with the ground that she had anticipated.
As the hand that had been drawing talismans and preparing medicine approached to take her pulse, Ruan Xianxian, her lips trembling and her voice barely audible, pleaded for the medicine to work its magic.
Song Nanli could only withdraw her hand and take the leather pouch hanging from her waist to feed her water.
Half the water was drunk, and half flowed out.
Seeing that her complexion had not improved after drinking the water, but instead became even paler, Song Nanli's expression tightened, and she placed three fingers on her pulse.
With each passing breath, his expression grew more tense.
The situation was worse than he had anticipated. Was it due to overuse of his abilities? But that didn't seem quite right...
I finally understand why only one drop of the life sap from a thousand-year-old tree can be extracted each year. If it were to be extracted again in a short period of time, not only would it not be successful, but the person would also not survive.
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