The Celestial Race of Destiny: Starting with Farming and Fish Raising

Chapter 8 Improved Cultivation Methods

"These malicious people are all bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong," Su Qingyan thought to himself.

Back home, Su Qingyan put down the wooden tub and immediately resumed his cultivation.

When no shortcuts are found, diligence is the best way to make up for shortcomings.

A day passed quickly.

After the sun rose high the next day, Su Qingyan stood up from the futon. He found that when the spiritual energy particles entered his dantian, the fatigue and soreness in his body were greatly relieved.

So even though he stayed up for two nights in a row to cultivate, he didn't feel very tired.

After breakfast, Su Qingyan, just like yesterday, went to the village butcher's house and bought a large bucket of fresh pig's blood, and asked the butcher to save some blood for the pig he was going to slaughter the next day.

This butcher sold pork to several nearby villages and some residents in the town. He had a large daily output and never had to worry about not having fresh pig blood to sell, which saved Su Qingyan a lot of trouble.

We arrived at the woodland.

After taking a stroll around, Su Qingyan frowned.

Upon observation, he discovered that a small portion of the ginseng plants that had been watered with fresh pig's blood the previous day, as well as some of the younger ginseng plants, had severely withered.

It's limp and lifeless; there's probably no chance of saving it.

Su Qingyan took out the Spirit Plant Master's Notes and studied them on the spot. He also compared the withered plants with the ones that had not withered to see what the differences were and what caused them.

In just half an hour, he found the most likely cause.

"Red ginseng prefers shade and cannot withstand prolonged exposure to strong sunlight."

"Due to the influence of the black fog and miasma, most of the trees in the forest have died. The red ginseng has been exposed to more sunlight, which has already severely affected its growth. In addition, when clearing the dead wood around the older red ginseng, the younger red ginseng next to it is also exposed to the direct midday sun."

"Older red ginseng has stronger resistance and can withstand the effects to a certain extent, while younger red ginseng is much harder to withstand and will inevitably wither over time."

"Even with the oldest red sea cucumbers, a small percentage can't withstand being exposed to the sun for an entire afternoon."

"We also need to take some measures to ensure the survival rate of the red ginseng," Su Qingyan thought to himself.

He estimated that when his grandfather planted red ginseng, more of the ginseng died from sun exposure than survived, which made it impossible to cultivate red blood ginseng.

Therefore, this time Su Qingyan did not rush to water the plants with fresh pig blood. Instead, he spent a lot of time preparing a large amount of dry branches, leaves and thatch to cover the ginseng plants and reduce the intensity of sunlight shining on them.

At noon, remove the coverings and water each of the older ginseng plants with fresh pig's blood, then let them be exposed to the scorching sun for three hours before covering them again.

Although this process is much more troublesome, it is reliable.

In addition, Su Qingyan made a backup plan.

He did not give up the idea of ​​using Little Grey's blood to cultivate red ginseng.

Starting from the third day, Su Qingyan took Little Grey into the woods and kept nagging it, trying to persuade it.

Little Grey can understand human speech. Talking to it more often can prepare it mentally and help it gradually accept the situation, reducing the chance of it going berserk during bloodletting.

Several days passed, and Su Qingyan's efforts to persuade Xiao Huihui gradually began to have an effect.

At first, it would become extremely agitated and flap its wings wildly whenever it heard about having to bleed itself, but now it basically doesn't react much and listens quietly with its head down.

Until Su Qingyan pulled out a knife.

chirp——

Little Grey let out a piercing screech, pecked the knife out of Su Qingyan's hand, and looked at Su Qingyan warily.

Because of the soul tablet, Little Grey did not harm him.

"Little Grey, you don't want to be a half-spirit beast forever, do you?"

"This Crimson Blood Yang Ginseng is very useful for human cultivators to improve their cultivation, and it will definitely be very effective for you spirit beasts as well. If you can eat a Crimson Blood Yang Ginseng, you might be able to restart your own evolution process and transform into a true spirit beast."

"Alright, I agree."

"If I manage to cultivate the Crimson Blood Yang Ginseng with your blood, I'll give you the first one to eat, and then we'll consider the others after we've nurtured you into a spirit beast."

What do you think?

When ideological work progressed too slowly, Su Qingyan resorted to bribery.

Faced with the temptation of becoming a spirit beast, Little Grey was tempted.

Instead of letting Su Qingyan do it, it used its claws to cut open the calf of its other foot, dripping the blood onto the ancient red ginseng plant in front of it.

There are many old red ginseng plants in the forest, and Su Qingyan has cultivated nearly 70 of them.

If you were to cultivate it entirely using Little Grey's blood, even squeezing it dry wouldn't be enough to water it for a single day.

Therefore, Su Qingyan improved the irrigation method. He first used a small amount of Xiao Huihui's blood for irrigation, and after the red ginseng had fully absorbed it, he used fresh pig blood for irrigation a second time.

This allows both types of animal blood to be fully utilized, generating more "yang fire".

The days passed by.

Despite being repeatedly irrigated with fresh beast blood, the red ginseng showed no change. Su Qingyan's face didn't betray this, but he was still somewhat impatient.

However, at this moment he discovered a surprising place.

Because of his cultivation of the "Evergreen Spirit Wood Technique," Su Qingyan is now able to easily sense the concentration of spiritual energy around his body.

He didn't know if it was due to the black mist and miasma, but the concentration of spiritual energy in the woods was much higher than at home, and it was gradually increasing over time (by the day).

This calmed Su Qingyan down considerably.

With increased spiritual energy concentration, the freshest, high-quality blood from a semi-spirit beast, and a mature red ginseng, all the conditions are met, greatly increasing the probability of cultivating a Crimson Blood Yang Ginseng.

As the harvest went on for longer and longer, Little Grey became noticeably upset, but Su Qingyan patiently calmed him down.

Besides his daily cultivation of Crimson Blood Yang Ginseng and his own practice, Su Qingyan also took some time to visit the doctor who had come to help his father and his group when they had the accident, and asked him to observe him for a few days.

After confirming that he was not poisoned, Su Qingyan took the doctor to the woods and let him stay there for a few days without any protective measures. He tried various methods to verify the presence of toxins in the woods and finally came to a very certain conclusion: safe!

So Su Qingyan found two carpenters in the village and had them build him a small wooden hut in the woods for his cultivation.

This also allows for better observation of the training progress of the red ginseng and recording of relevant data.

After cultivating all night in the cabin in the woods, Su Qingyan found that his cultivation speed had indeed increased significantly once the concentration of spiritual energy rose.

On average, the number of spiritual energy particles absorbed into the dantian in the woodland cabin over 12 hours is 2.5 times that in the study at home.

"Perhaps I should move my family here in the woods and rebuild a house," Su Qingyan thought to himself, looking at the morning light filtering through the branches.

The peaceful time passed quickly, and two months went by in the blink of an eye.

It was a sunny morning. As usual, Su Qingyan lifted the covering to check the growth of the red ginseng plants and record the data.

Until he saw it—

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