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  The leaves of the Bijiacao plant are drawn out from the stem in thin, thread-like strips, and at the end of each leaf forms a jade ring shape, with a delicate tip and sparkling clarity, emitting a refreshing fragrance that hits the nose, which is exactly what it looks like when it reaches maturity.

  But Mo Qing remembered clearly that before she left in a hurry, she had just removed the withered Biyu grass and re-sown the seeds. How could they have matured all at once now?

  Could it be that he himself had remembered wrongly? Mo Qingchen blinked, glanced at the wine gourd on the ground within arm's reach, and saw that there was still some fine wine left in the mouth of the gourd. A faint scent of wine wafted up to his nostrils.

  Mo Qingchen picked up the wine gourd with a thoughtful expression, and the wine inside flowed out.

  Isn't it?

  Thinking of a possibility, Mo Qingchen's heart beats faster, book lovers also like to read:.

  She took out a special bamboo basket, harvested the mature Biyu grass in front of her and put it in, Mo Qingchen re-spread the seeds, then stared at the slightly damp soil for a moment, and took out a wine gourd from her storage bag.

  Mo Qingchen's hand, holding the wine gourd, was as white and unblemished as the finest porcelain, yet it seemed to have a subtle moisture that even the best porcelain lacked. However, at this moment, his hand trembled uncontrollably, and the wine in the gourd refused to pour out.

  "Huh!" Mo Qingchen sat on the ground, looking at the wine gourd in his hand with a bitter smile. He was unperturbed by honor or humiliation, and unbothered by gains or losses. It's easy to say, but hard to do.

  What is meant by self-cultivation is not just cultivating one's body, but also cultivating one's mind. One's mental state still has a long way to go.

  Mo Qingchen, what are you afraid of? The worst outcome isn't just like before, is it?

  Mo Qingchen adjusted his mood, calmly holding the wine gourd and sprinkling it on the ground, suddenly opening his eyes wide.

  Only to see the originally empty land, with visible speed, drill out small shoots, and then the small shoots grow taller and taller, drawing out leaves to spread around. In an instant, flowers bloom and wither, and the ends of the leaves form one by one jade ring, freeze frame.

  A gentle breeze blew by. The mature sweet grass swayed, and the fragrance wafted over, startling Mo Qingchen from his dreamlike state.

  It turned out that the gourd that had crossed over with me was actually used for this purpose!

  That's not right, if it were so. How come I didn't see any changes in the plants on the ground even when I accidentally spilled some on the ground before?

  These past few days, Mo Danyan has been staying indoors and not going out. Grandfather's injuries and the sudden discovery of the calabaza's secret have made it difficult for Mo Qingchen to calm his mind and cultivate, so he might as well devote himself wholeheartedly to researching the secrets of the calabaza.

  After studying for several days, she actually managed to figure out some of the key points.

  The fine wine in the gourd had no effect on ordinary plants. Only spiritual herbs and medicines that contained spiritual energy themselves had the effect of ripening. She had repeated experiments, and found that a single spiritual medicine could be accelerated by one year's growth after being watered with wine once. If it was watered again, there would be no change, and if too much was watered, it would wither and die. However, when watered again on the second day, it would take effect again.

  In that case, if she were to plant spiritual medicine, wouldn't one day be equivalent to a year!

  For a moment, Mo Qingchen seemed to see the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine in the garden beckoning her.

  But the problem is, now that wine gourd is hung around his neck as a pendant. Not a hint of spiritual energy can be detected, and yet he's not worried about anything. But living with Grandfather day in and day out, if he were to plant such a spirit medicine, how would he explain it later?

  Although Mo Qingchen had already considered Old Man Mo as a real family member over the years, with deep feelings, she was after all a soul from another world. If the secret of the gourd were to be exposed, it would be necessary to explain its origin, but this point happened to be inexplicable.

  Moreover, no matter how good the feelings are with one person, such an astonishing secret, she still can't bring herself to speak frankly, after all, she likes to have things under her control, and sometimes this has nothing to do with trust.

  The spiritual grass and medicine of the Tianyuan continent are countless in variety, these spiritual objects themselves have high and low distinctions, but no matter which one, once they reach a certain age, their value is immediately different.

  For example, Dingyandan, the main material for refining Dingyandan is Zhuyancaogeng, its color is bright red, after a hundred years, it can be used to refine Dingyandan, taking one refined Dingyandan pill can guarantee that one's appearance will not change for ten years. Hundred-year-old Zhuyancaogeng is not rare in the Tianyuan Continent, although the price of Dingyandan is not cheap, female cultivators who value their looks will all rush to buy it.

  This kind of Dingyuan Dan is effective only if taken less than ten times; otherwise it loses its efficacy.

  When Zhu Yan Cao is over a thousand years old, the refined Ding Yan Dan can keep one's appearance unchanged as long as they take just one pill.

  What is meant by "immortal" is not as people think, that one lives forever without aging, but rather that the process of aging is slower. For example, a Qi-refining stage cultivator only has a lifespan of 100 years, and at the age of 10 looks younger than ordinary people, but also has an old appearance. If he can enter the Foundation Establishment stage, his lifespan will increase by another 200 years, and at this time, his appearance will change to that of a middle-aged person, after which he will still slowly age with the passage of time.

  In short, as long as the cultivation does not break through, the cultivator will slowly grow old with the increase of lifespan, and even high-ranking cultivators in the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stages cannot avoid this.

  It is the Dingyuan Dan made from the thousand-year-old Zhuyancao, as soon as it appears in the world, it will be snatched up by countless cultivators, especially female ones, and become truly priceless.

  To say nothing of the thousand-year-old Zhu Yan Cao, many thousand or even ten-thousand-year-old spiritual medicines are valued so highly that lower-level cultivators can't even imagine it.

  Mo Qingchen had this gourd, and with some time to spare, last year's spiritual medicine would naturally not be a problem. But how could he exchange it for spiritual stones?

  Occasionally taking one out to sell is harmless, but if it happens too many times, someone with a keen eye will definitely notice. Not to mention her age, which is a major drawback - an ordinary cultivator with a common face quietly selling spiritual medicine might not attract attention from others, after all, there are countless cultivators in Tianyao City, but a **-year-old little girl is too conspicuous.

  For the first time, Mo Qingchen felt depressed about his age.

  The safest approach is to use the matured spiritual grass and medicine to refine elixirs, satisfying one's cultivation needs. As time passes and one's cultivation progresses, they can occasionally sell excess elixirs for spiritual stones. After all, cultivating requires not only elixirs but also arrays, magical tools, talismans, and more, which all require a large amount of spiritual stones to be spent.

  The problem has returned to the starting point. At present, I have only cultivated my Qi to the fourth layer and cannot refine Dan yet. Even if Grandfather recovers from his injuries, even if I take out a large amount of spiritual medicine, it will still be insufficient. Moreover, where can I plant the spiritual medicine...

  Mo Qingchen rubbed his forehead, this was indeed a hungry man holding onto a gold ingot, yet he had nowhere to exchange it for food.

  Since there was no good solution for the time being, Mo Qingchen simply put it aside and focused on his cultivation, except for checking on Grandfather's situation from time to time.

  More than ten days passed in a flash, and Mo Dajian's house door finally opened.

  "Grandfather?" Mo Qingchen looked at Mo Dayan's face and felt a bit apprehensive.

  Mo Danyan's face was even more wrinkled, as if it had been carved by the sharp knife of time. His back was slightly hunched, and his decline was shocking.

  Mo Danyan's gaze slowly swept across Mo Qingchen's face, and the unspeakable sorrow in his eyes was keenly captured by Mo Qingchen.

  "Grandfather?" Mo Qingchen called out again.

  Mo Danyan stretched out his hand and patted Mo Qingchen's head as usual: "Girl, you're still too young!"

  A sentence out of nowhere made Mo Qingchen's heart sink, how could Grandfather say such a thing, was it...

  Looking at his little granddaughter's pale face, Mo Danyan pulled her into a seat and said slowly: "Girl, Grandpa knows you're more clever than other kids and also stronger. When Grandpa forcefully activated the secret transmission talisman that day, he was heavily injured. After recovering for a year, it didn't affect his daily life, and he could still slightly mobilize some spiritual power, which is already a very good situation. In this case, the old man can still live for more than ten years, enough to see you grow up. But a few days ago, because of a conflict with someone, Grandpa forcefully pressured that person, and his injury worsened again. Grandpa thinks that maybe there are only a few years left."

  Mo Qingchen's face turned pale, and he shook his head, saying: "Grandfather, it won't work, it won't work."

  "Girl, at my age, it's hopeless to advance to the foundation period. I've long made peace with that. Now it's just a matter of time. As cultivators, we shouldn't be too attached to life and death. In these two or three years, you must strive to enter the middle stage of Qi refinement as soon as possible, so I can rest assured." Mo Danyan let out a deep sigh at this point.

  "Grandfather, I remember reading in the Tianyuan Xiuzhen Detailed Explanation of Dan Medicine that there is a kind of dan medicine called Lígù Dān. No matter how severe the injury, after taking it, one can stabilize?" Mo Qingchen tried to control himself from thinking about the terrible consequences of his grandfather leaving him dependent on others, and instead frantically searched through his brain for information about dan medicine.

  Mo Danyan studied Taoist alchemy for decades and naturally understood the purpose of Liugu Dan. Upon hearing this, he said: "Among injury-healing elixirs, Hui Chun Wan and Hui Chun Dan are common elixirs that most cultivators would prepare. The Liugu Dan you mentioned has an extraordinary effect that can stabilize any injury, it's truly priceless."

  Ligudan cannot heal injuries, but taking it can prevent the injury from worsening, giving time to find healing medicine. It is a very precious medicine, not to mention low-level cultivators, even high-level cultivators would be moved by Ligudan.

  Mo Qingchen also felt that the hope was slim, but didn't want to give up. He said to Mo Danyan, "Grandfather, I believe that heaven will not cut off all roads for a person. Let me make something for you to eat first."

  Mo Dajian was exhausted and didn't have much energy left, so he forced himself to eat a few mouthfuls of porridge before going back to his room to rest.

  Thinking of his grandfather's energetic and fiery personality in the past, Mo Qingchen felt an unusual heaviness in his heart at the sight of him now in his twilight years.

  After some thought, Mo Qingchen gently closed the courtyard door and walked out.

  On the street of Qingyu, people came and went, Mo Qingchen walked into a shop with a sign that read "Dan Furnace", Pujitang.

  Inside Pujitang is bigger than I imagined, with a half-person-high platform in the middle that is as transparent as crystal glass, and you can see rows of medicine bottles placed inside.

  Behind them were rows and rows of tall nanmu wood shelves, stacked with boxes made of different materials, probably used to store medicinal herbs.

  Inside, several young men in green robes simply stood quietly aside, allowing the incoming monks to browse at will.

  Mo Qingchen circled around the crystal pedestal and found that although there were many types of elixirs, they were all ordinary goods. He felt a bit disappointed and looked up to see a wooden ladder leading to the second floor on one side. He thought to himself that he didn't know if there would be better elixirs upstairs, so he walked over.

  "Little girl, stop right there." A young servant in a green robe blocked Mo Qingchen's path.