Chapter 45: Hundred Herb Liquid

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo overpowered Han Feiyu, stunning him with a single blow to the ground. To everyone's surprise, these two 11- or 12-year-old boys were incredibly fierce, "one pot of porridge", yet they managed to beat a descendant of an elder to the point of dizziness, almost being crippled, leaving many onlookers aghast.

  "These two are too fierce!"

  "But at the age of eleven or twelve, how can he have such divine power?"

  "Fighting bare-handed against his opponent, he overpowered Han Feiyu and even sent the Qingmu Bao Yin (a precious treasure given by Elder Han) flying off his hand. It's truly unbelievable!"

  The people around were in an uproar of discussion.

  At this moment, even the disciples who entered earlier and had higher attainments under other mountain peaks noticed the situation here. Upon learning that Han Changlao's grandson, Han Feiyu, was brutally beaten, they were all in an uproar.

  "Those two young men look so delicate, how can they be so fierce? Truly, one cannot judge a person by appearance..."

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo had always been low-key, but now they have become the focus of everyone's attention. The other disciples under the mountain also heard about the situation and came to surround this place, wanting to see these two fierce men.

  "What? That Pombos is Xianmiao?"

  When the crowd learned of this news, they all showed a look of surprise. The earlier disciples understood what Xian Miao meant, that would be the future heir and hope of Ling Xu Dong Tian, a stormy figure who might lead the sect to glory.

  "It's actually Xian Miao, no wonder he's so brave and extraordinary, with a special gift indeed."

  "Han Feiyu has kicked an iron plate this time, and in the future, he won't even have a chance to retaliate. He can only swallow this breath..."

  Now, when everyone looked at Pang Bo again, their expressions were complex, and they couldn't say what kind of taste was in their hearts. Many people quickly made a decision to get along with Pang Bo from now on.

  At this moment, Ye Fan and Pang Bo were not idle, and they didn't care about the gaze of the surrounding crowd. They picked up the small jade bottles on the ground one by one, with a total of over thirty bottles of Baicao liquid. The few young men who had been searching for trouble at first were inserted into the muddy water by Ye Fan and Pang Bo, but the Baicao liquid they had snatched was all left behind.

  Newly admitted disciples can only receive a bottle of Baicao liquid every three months, it's imaginable how precious it is. Now the two of them suddenly got thirty or so bottles at once, instantly making the people around them envious.

  "Those guys who got their Sacred Marks should have something better on them..."

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo were not satisfied, casting their eyes on several young people stuck in the muddy water. These few people had cultivated a hint of divine power, tempering out a divine pattern in the bitter sea, with cultivation higher than that of ordinary disciples by a notch, definitely more "rich" than those few boys.

  The two men looked at each other and started "pulling scallions", pulling out the five young men from the mud pit one after another, searching their bodies one by one.

  "Why does everyone only have a few bottles of Shuanghuanglian oral liquid on them?"

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo searched several people thoroughly, only to find that each person had only five bottles of Baicao liquid on them, which was not as many as they had obtained earlier. The two men's unsatisfied expressions immediately made the people around them feel quite speechless.

  Today, each mountain peak has released Baicao liquid. Depending on the level of cultivation, the amount of Baicao liquid received is naturally different. These young people have already taken five bottles each, which is not bad.

  Li Fei and Wang Jing had not left yet, they saw all this with their own eyes. The two of them looked at each other in dismay, really didn't know what to say, and had never seen such an unusual junior brother before.

  At this moment, several young men were lying on the ground like mud, still unable to get up. Ye Fan and Pang Bo searched them thoroughly, looked at each other, and then threw them into the lotus pond again in a very unkind manner, but this time without adding scallions, fearing that if they took too long, someone would lose their life. Afterwards, they also pulled out those few boys and casually threw them into the muddy water.

  Finally, Ye Fan and Pang Bo arrived in front of the Qingmu Bao Yin, trying to push it with force, feeling too heavy, even if they could lift it up, they couldn't use it against the enemy, so they kicked it twice and left.

  The crowd was stunned, and these two were like locusts, plundering everyone in broad daylight without batting an eyelid, and they even wanted to take away the Qingmu seal...

  "Thanks a lot, Master Li Fei and Master Wang Jing!" Ye Fan and Pang Bo shouted loudly from afar after squeezing out of the crowd, before quickly leaving.

  Han Feiyu's face turned iron-green, his heart burning with anger, and he didn't even retrieve the Qingmu Bao Yin. He strode directly towards a mountain valley deep within the Ling Xu Dong Tian.

  The valley is very open, with fields of medicine everywhere, planted with strange flowers and grasses, the fragrance of medicine fills the air, and the spiritual energy is thick. The entire valley is filled with rare medicinal materials, without any other vegetation, and the fragrance of various spiritual medicines overflowing during their growth, along with the essence of plants, makes this place almost a spiritual valley.

  On the road, some medicine boys saluted Han Feiyu, but he ignored them and walked straight to a cave in the depths of the valley with a gloomy face. The fragrance of medicine was even more intense here. In front of the cave, eighteen medicine cauldrons, each half as tall as a person, were arranged in a row. It was unknown what metal they were made of, but they looked ancient and heavy.

  "What have you done to yourself?" a hoarse voice from the depths of the cave asked, without anyone coming out, but seemingly able to perceive everything outside.

  "One of those two people is Xian Miao..." Han Feiyu stood outside the cave, gritting his teeth and reporting the events to his uncle in detail.

  "If I had known earlier that these two had taken the divine medicine, it would have been enough to just let them bleed a little. Unfortunately, by the time I received the news, it was already too late, and now there's some trouble." After saying this, the cave master Han fell silent for a long time before speaking again: "As for that immortal seed... don't provoke him, as for the other one, wait and see for now."

  "What does Uncle mean..." Han Feiyu's eyes suddenly shot out two sharp glints.

  "My intention is that you don't do anything for now, just focus on cultivating properly." After saying these words, the cave was silent once again.

  "Yes!" Han Feiyu was extremely unwilling, but he didn't dare disobey Elder Han. He bowed to the cave mansion and then turned around and left.

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo returned home, the two began to sort out the spoils of war, a total of sixty-six bottles of Baicao liquid were harvested, which can be called a windfall.

  "Mr. Han is really a good person..." Both of them praised him like this.

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo calmed down after fiddling with the small jade bottles, although they were defeated by Han Fei Yu and others today, but a strong sense of crisis arose. Having only physical strength, possessing the power of Jiao Xiang, may be able to dominate among ordinary people, but facing those who have cultivated silk-like divine power and can display mysterious skills, ultimately lacks change and is difficult to match.

  At present, it is necessary to cultivate diligently, open up the sea of suffering, communicate with the wheel of life, and let the divine spring flow freely. Only when the source of divine power can be used for oneself can one truly become stronger, which is the foundation of a cultivator.

  After feeling such a crisis, the two of them urgently hoped to become stronger and began to cultivate even more diligently. In the next two days, Pang Bo drank six bottles of Baicao liquid in succession, combined with the Xuanfa cultivation recorded in the "Taoist Canon", and his bitter sea finally expanded by one circle. However, when he drank the seventh bottle of Baicao liquid, he suddenly felt unwell, and the essence in his bitter sea surged chaotically, causing him intense pain like being stabbed by needles.

  "It's no good, haste makes waste. Master Chuan said that new disciples can't handle too much of the Hundred Herb Liquid impact. Releasing only one bottle every three months is indeed reasonable..." Pang Bo was drenched in sweat, struggling to hold on.

  "I'm going to find someone." Ye Fan was about to push the door and go out.

  "No need, I can grit my teeth and get through it." Pang Bo insisted on not finding anyone, he endured for more than half a day before the pain slowly dissipated. He smiled bitterly: "It seems that meals can only be eaten one mouthful at a time, and roads can only be walked one step at a time. Ordinary disciples drink one bottle every three months, but I, this celestial sprout, drank six or seven bottles in two days, which is already defying the heavens."

  Pang Bo's face changed color again and he said, "You've also had six or seven bottles, how come you don't have any painful feeling, instead your spirit is getting more and more vigorous, what's going on, isn't there even a bit of turmoil in the bitter sea?

  Ye Fan shook his head, the wheel of life and the sea of suffering were still calm and quiet, without any ripples. The only benefit of cultivating the Taoist scriptures was that his spiritual energy became more abundant.

  "Drinking six or seven bottles without any adverse effects, it seems that the tolerance is still within range. Yefan, you continue to increase the dosage, who knows what kind of strange effect it might produce."

  "How can that be, with my physical constitution, drinking more Baicao liquid would be a waste. It's better to leave it for you to use as a breakthrough, and soon the divine spring will flow abundantly, reaching an even higher realm."

  "Don't worry, since they've identified me as a Xian Miao, I'll definitely get plenty of Baicao liquid in the future. Wu Qingfeng has said more than once that a cultivator's state of mind is crucial - he clearly knows my potential, but doesn't want me to feel superior, so sending me to Ling Yun Cliff to learn the law is enough to prove the point. Now, they're doing this to temper my character, I think everything will change in the future and Baicao liquid will never be in short supply."

  Pang Bo made a lot of sense, and Ye Fan no longer declined. The two of them didn't need to be polite or put on airs, and they started drinking large quantities of Baicao liquid.

  One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...

  Ye Fan silently operated the mysterious Taoist method recorded in the Dao Jing. At this moment, he himself did not feel anything unusual, but a strange change was slowly taking place within his body...