"Class C Medicinal Garden No. 27."
Jiang Yun looked at the empty valley in front of him, but the mission certificate indicated that this was the location of another medicinal garden.
Jiang Yun picked up the certificate, input his magic power, and at the same time a voice transmission came in.
"Inner sect disciple Jiang Yun has come to complete the sect's mission."
As Jiang Yun completed his mana input, the mission certificate vanished into thin air with a whoosh. A moment later, a gap suddenly appeared in the air. It was the entrance to the medicine garden's formation.
"Welcome, Junior Brother Jiang. Please come in!"
As the voice came, a short monk with a long beard and a Confucian cap on his head walked out.
"Your Excellency?"
Seeing this, Jiang Yun clasped his fists and said:
"I am the alchemist of this medicine garden, Cui Wang. Nice to meet you, Junior Brother Jiang!" After saying this, Cui Wang bowed with both hands.
"Jiang Yun, meet Senior Brother Cui!"
Entering through the gap in the formation, Jiang Yun's eyes were greeted by golden rice paddies. Next to the paddies was a lake as calm as a mirror. Along the lake's edge were rows of small wooden houses, and farmers working in the paddies.
"Haha, Junior Brother Jiang, you don't know that the specialty of this medicine garden is the dragon tooth rice. These are all the sect's servants, and they usually live in this medicine garden."
Cui Wang pointed to a huge tree in front and said:
"That giant tree is the core of this medicine garden, and it's also where the garden's most precious dragon blood vine grows. Legend has it that this medicine garden is the place where a dragon fell in ancient times. Later, the dragon's corpse merged with the earth, giving rise to the medicine garden we see today."
Jiang Yun looked into the distance. Sure enough, there was a massive tree deep in the rice field. It wasn't very tall, and it had no branches or leaves. It had only a thick trunk, standing upright.
"please!"
Jiang Yun followed Cui Wang through the rice fields. Passing farmers hurriedly bowed and saluted. Cui Wang was unfazed, not even glancing. Jiang Yun was curious about the farmers in the herb gardens—men, women, and children. Surprisingly, most of them were large families.
"Junior brother, you don't know that most of these mortals have lived here for generations. Unless a child has spiritual roots and talent, he will be accepted as a disciple by the sect. That is when these farmers can rise to fame in one fell swoop."
Seeing Jiang Yun's curiosity, Cui Wang explained. At the same time, the two of them crossed the rice field and came to the trunk of the giant tree.
From this vantage point, the ancient tree's trunk, thick as a mountain, looms majestically, seemingly having weathered a millennium. Its bark, crisscrossed with deep furrows, resembles the cracks in gray rock, a testament to countless passages.
The trunks were covered in thick vines, twisting and tangling like green dragons and snakes, lingering and dancing on the trees. The bark of the vines was rugged, old and solid, like the scales of a dragon, arranged in layers.
In the gaps between the scales are small blood-red fruits. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the vines, creating mottled light and shadows, making the entire trunk and vines appear more mysterious and quiet.
"What a beautiful ancient tree and old vine!" Jiang Yun looked at the scene in front of him and blurted out unconsciously.
"I didn't expect that my junior brother is also a refined person. It's all clear, it's all clear!" Seeing this, Cui Wang happily touched his long beard with his hand.
"Are these all dragon blood fruits?" Jiang Yun pointed at the small red fruits on the dragon blood vine.
"Yes, these are Dragon Blood Fruit. They take a year to grow, a year to bloom, and a year to bear fruit. Dragon Blood Fruit is the main ingredient for refining Dragon Blood Pills. It is also one of the elixirs needed by those who practice body cultivation in the sect."
Cui Wang looked at the dragon blood fruit in front of him and said:
"It's still almost a year away from refining the Dragon Blood Pill. With Junior Brother Jiang's help, I'll have a lot more free time."
Cui Wang stroked his long beard as he spoke, looking at Jiang Yun excitedly.
"Uh..." Jiang Yun thought he was here to farm, but he didn't expect to be here to make pills.
"Junior brother, don't refuse. Your name is well known in Lingdan Hall. Even I, an outsider, have heard of it!"
"Let's go and have a welcoming banquet for Junior Brother first!"
Cui Wang then led Jiang Yun to a cave near the tree trunk. It was on the other side of the lake, with small bridges, flowing water, pavilions, and ancient courtyards overlooking the lake. It was a truly breathtakingly beautiful place.
Jiang Yun arrived at one of the courtyards. Servanted by mortal servants, the large round table before him was quickly filled with delicacies from land and sea. A beautiful maid, dressed in white gauze, held a small food box. She placed it in front of Jiang Yun, and upon opening it, she discovered a bowl of distinctly white rice.
"Junior brother, you must try the specialty of this medicine garden, the dragon tooth rice." Cui Wang pointed at the white rice in front of Jiang Yun and said,
Jiang Yun looked closely and saw that the white rice in the bowl was long and slender, like fangs, emitting a rich rice aroma. It was the dragon tooth rice that the medicine garden had just planted.
"Wow! Delicious!" As soon as the dragon tooth rice entered his mouth, a rich rice aroma was mingled with a light aroma of plants. As the rice grains went down his throat, streams of blood and energy began to flow from Jiang Yun's lower abdomen, slowly lifting his body.
"It's really good rice!" Jiang Yun couldn't help but sigh. If a Qi-refining cultivator could eat Dragon Tooth Rice every day, then the Jingguan, one of the three stages of foundation building, would not be a problem at all.
"Haha, as long as you like it, Junior Brother. This rice is quite helpful for the physical improvement of Qi Refining cultivators. Unfortunately, it only harvests once a year, and the yield of rice per acre is only half a stone."
Cui Wang took a bite of the food and continued in a low voice:
"There are a total of 40 mu of sacred rice fields within the medicine courtyard, which yield 20 dan of Dragon Tooth Rice every year. This is the amount the sect must collect each year. Only when the harvest is good, and we get an extra dou or two of rice, can we earn that much. Not to mention the monsters that eat it, and the rats and ants that invade it."
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