CHAPTER 592: CHAPTER 602: SHOW OFF A LITTLE

For any Medicine Mountain, a Ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herb is of the utmost importance.

Having newly assumed the position of Mountain Master, Chu Feng dared not let anything happen to that Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma. Otherwise, his position would become unstable.

It was precisely because Qiu Gong had a grasp on this point that he dared to rely on his abilities, sitting firmly and waiting for Chu Feng to come and ask for his help.

...

Fang Youming had tried several times to invite Qiu Gong without success, and even offered double the usual remuneration, but Qiu Gong still refused to come. Fang Youming realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Qiu Gong was all right a couple of days ago, with his One-star Sword God Cultivation, how could he suddenly fall ill?"

Fang Youming frowned, deeply lost in thought.

"Could it be that he wants to show Mountain Master Chu a thing or two?" Fang Youming, with a clear mind, quickly surmised the crux of the matter.

Just as Fang Youming was extremely anxious and pondering over strategies, Chu Feng personally rushed over.

"Mountain Master Chu... I truly apologize, I, Fang Youming, really had no other choice but to seek your help!" Fang Youming said with a face full of remorse.

"There’s no need for such formalities, Vice Mountain Master Fang. We share a deep friendship, and whereas others might not be trustworthy, you are. Where is that Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma? Let me assess the situation first before we discuss further!"

With comforting and gentle words from Chu Feng, he quickly arrived in front of the Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma, led by Fang Youming.

One could see that a burial site had been manmade here, filled with ominously dense yin energy, and on a rotting coffin, grew a dozen Ganoderma mushrooms.

The majority of these Lingzhi were only about ten years old, with three of them reaching a hundred-year-old mark.

What was most striking was the purple Lingzhi that grew at the bottom of the coffin, sprouting obliquely from beneath. It was the size of a washbasin, and its cap had turned a deep purple.

Upon closer inspection, Chu Feng discovered some marks on the wooden coffin where Lingzhi had been harvested.

The excavation of this grave was specifically for the cultivation of Lingzhi. Whether it was the choice of the burial site’s location, the material of the coffin, or the rotting corpse within the grave, all had been carefully selected.

After all, there are so many graves in the world, but very few are able to grow Lingzhi.

That’s because Lingzhi has very strict requirements for its growth environment.

Legend has it that in order to grow a Lingzhi, one must absorb the spirit and Corpse Qi of a dead person. Although it’s not known if this is true, the fact that Lingzhi’s germination and growth require Corpse Qi is indeed true.

Chu Feng was certain that this purple Lingzhi was much older than ten thousand years.

At the very least, it was seventy to eighty thousand years old.

Of course, its actual growth age was definitely not that long.

"Bring me the records and archives of this Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma!" After observing for a moment, Chu Feng instructed.

Fang Youming had prepared them in advance and immediately presented them to Chu Feng with both hands.

It was evident that Fang Youming placed himself correctly, without underestimating Chu Feng due to his junior experience or younger age. There was neither any disrespect nor any inner imbalance.

Being able to do this was enough to show that Fang Youming was very mature mentally.

Some people fail to recognize the situation.

They are narrow-minded, with strong jealousy. Despite not being as capable as others, they cannot bear to see their juniors get promoted faster and surpass them.

Qiu Gong was just such a person.

Seeing Chu Feng rise to a higher position than his own, he felt very discontent. Deeply unbalanced internally, he wanted to trample on Chu Feng to prove himself.

"It’s so thick!"

Chu Feng took over the records of the Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma and felt astonished. It was no less than half a foot thick.

"The actual age of growth has already exceeded four thousand years! A variety of methods have been used to hasten its maturity, even nurturing it with human blood! Signs of exhaustion began to appear one hundred and thirty years ago, and it has been under the care of Qiu Gong ever since..."

Everything that this Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma has been through from its planting until now was clearly recorded in the files.

"Didn’t you ask Qiu Gong to come and deal with it this time?" Chu Feng casually inquired.

"Err... We did invite him, but Vice Mountain Master Qiu seems to be ill, so he didn’t come..." Fang Youming was quite considerate. He didn’t speak ill of Qiu Gong and even took the initiative to cover up for him.

"Ill?"

Chu Feng was very surprised; he had seen Qiu Gong just two days earlier and hadn’t heard anything about him being sick.

It seems that Qiu Gong deliberately found an excuse not to come.

When I was promoted to Mountain Master, the look on Qiu Gong’s face was quite gloomy. Since my appointment, he has been full of insubordination, not cooperating with my work. If I’m not mistaken, this is a show of defiance to me.

After figuring out the cause and effect, Chu Feng’s face showed a cold smirk.

"Hmph, Qiu Gong prides himself on some abilities in prolonging life with Medicinal Herbs, thinking I would definitely have to beg him. He has miscalculated."

"Moreover, the methods he uses for longevity are not particularly clever. The effects of repeated life extension become worse and the time spans shorten. This is but a mediocre stopgap solution."

"I, the Alchemy Venerate, will personally take action to prolong the life of this Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma!"

This particular Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma has already nearly reached eighty thousand years; with just another twenty thousand years, it can reach its peak and become the Tai Sui Golden Ganoderma of one hundred thousand years.

At that time, it can be harvested.

That’s exactly why it’s worth it to keep extending its life.

"Bring over a copper coin and a roll of cotton thread!"

Chu Feng instructed.

Fang Youming and the others had no idea what he wanted the cotton thread and copper coins for, but they quickly complied and brought them over.

Chu Feng tied the cotton thread to the copper coin and then bit his fingertip, dripping three drops of essence blood onto it.

"Mountain Master Chu, what are you doing?" Fang Youming couldn’t contain his curiosity and humbly asked for guidance.

"Watch closely!" Chu Feng smiled mysteriously, suspending the copper coin above the Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma. Once the copper coin was motionless in the air, everyone was astounded by the miraculous sight before them.

The copper coin eerily leaned to the left, and kept trembling non-stop.

"This is to test its growing environment! My essence blood has just been dripped onto it, containing the vitality of a living person. And the copper coin, being an object people cherish, has gathered the faith of countless people, in addition to bearing the imperial insignia, hence it can ward off evil."

"With essence blood applied, the copper coin attains a certain level of spirituality, allowing it to precisely detect where the concentration of death energy is the strongest. Look at it leaning toward the left side, indicating that there’s a strong presence of death energy to the right."

With this explanation from Chu Feng, everyone couldn’t help but clap in admiration.

"Brilliant! I, Fang Youming, have truly gained insight today!"

An expert is recognized by his skills. Fang Youming’s admiration for Chu Feng’s abilities was unabated.

Many people say that Chu Feng became Mountain Master not because of his skills but his luck. That’s nonsense.

No one succeeds by mere chance.

Chu Feng’s rapid rise in just one year, outshining everyone in Medicine Mountain, is enough to prove his extraordinary abilities. It’s just that he prefers to keep a low profile and not show off.

"Mountain Master Chu, you have determined which side has the dense death energy, which is quite a feat. However, this does not restore the Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma to life and vigor!" The Manager in charge of this Mountain Area audaciously gave Chu Feng a challenge.