Chapter 17: Light-Absorbing Spirituality

"Ye Feng, we underestimated you before. We didn't expect you to have a talent for picking herbs. Well, Manager Zhang is right. You are not a waste. Si Tu"

"In that case, this deacon can't waste your talent. Let's do this. From tomorrow, you will be a member of the Zhaojiazhuang herb-picking team. You only need to hand over a yellow-grade middle-grade spiritual medicine to the manor every day. You and your sister Hua Ling can live in peace in the manor." Zhao Tianle narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"What?"

Hua Ling was furious.

Hand over a middle-grade spiritual medicine every day?

Why don't you die?

Although my brother picked a lot of herbs this time, picking herbs depends on luck. Let alone middle-grade spiritual medicine, even low-grade spiritual medicine may not be picked one a day. Moreover, in this case, you must enter the Great Black Forest every day.

Something will happen sooner or later!

This guy is really a ruthless person.

"Deacon Zhao, you are joking. The spiritual medicine will eventually run out. There are not many mid-grade spiritual medicines in the periphery. Let alone one plant a day, I am afraid it is impossible to have one plant every ten days."

Ye Feng said slowly, and while speaking, his eyes looked at the large winnowing baskets filled with medicinal materials on the long table.

There are so many medicinal materials gathered here, and the spirituality emitted has long made the Wan Gu Chang Qing Mai eager to move. Ye Feng has been patient, but it is not convenient to make weird moves in public.

Now Zhao Tianle is looking for trouble, which gives Ye Feng an opportunity.

"However, I, Ye Feng, cannot ignore Deacon Zhao's kindness. Let me think about it..."

"You'd better agree!" Zhao Tianle's face sank and threatened, "Zhaojiazhuang doesn't keep idle people!"

Ye Feng's expression became very ugly when he heard this, and his body froze there.

The onlookers thought that Ye Feng was frightened by Deacon Zhao.

A waste is a waste after all. He is scared out of his wits after a little shock. Humph...

"Okay then. Deacon Zhao, I have been in contact with medicinal materials for too short a time. I don't know many of them. Can you give me some time to observe them carefully?" After a long time, Ye Feng nodded helplessly and pointed to the big dustpan on the long table.

"Go!"

Zhao Tianle was so happy in his heart.

But on the surface, he pretended to be indifferent and waved his hand generously.

"Brother, how can you agree to such a condition?" Hua Ling said in a low voice a little hurriedly. She reached out to pull Ye Feng, but Ye Feng turned back and gave her a look.

"Do you believe it, brother?"

"I believe it, but..." Hua Ling still wanted to say something.

"Just believe it. Come, accompany your brother to see those spiritual medicines. I will know them next time." Ye Feng smiled and led her over, and directly grabbed the most conspicuous century-old mountain ginseng from the big dustpan...

...

One by one.

Soon, Ye Feng touched all the spiritual medicines in the big winnowing basket. In the eyes of Zhao Tianle and others, he just touched it casually and then put it back.

The contact time was no more than a few breaths.

But who knew that Ye Feng's casual touch was so serious. Basically, every herb was almost completely absorbed. This was because Ye Feng was worried about arousing suspicion and deliberately left a little bit of medicinal power.

It would be enough to absorb 70% or 80%, otherwise the spiritual medicines in the big winnowing baskets would have no medicinal power at all, and even a fool could see that something was wrong.

Ye Feng is certainly not afraid of Zhao Tianle now, but even if he can kill Zhao Tianle, there are still people in Zhaojiazhuang who are stronger than Zhao Tianle, especially the owner Zhao Dapeng, who is a great master of the seventh level of the warrior realm.

Compared with Zhao Dapeng, Ye Feng has a big gap.

After absorbing the spiritual power, the medicinal power quickly entered the meridians and was transformed into internal strength and power by the Evergreen Vein. At this moment, an unexpected change happened to Ye Feng.

After absorbing enough spiritual medicines in the Great Black Forest, Ye Feng's cultivation had already entered the third level of Tiger Power Realm before killing the Flame Tiger, and his strength was even stronger than that of the fourth level Blood Exchange Realm warriors.

He had not been able to enter the Blood Exchange Realm for a long time, but he encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation.

But now, after absorbing the medicinal properties of a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, two other medium-grade spiritual medicines, and many low-grade spiritual medicines, the huge energy transformed from the Eternal Evergreen Vein has broken through the closed bottleneck little by little.

In other words, Ye Feng is about to break through again.

When a warrior enters the fourth level of Blood Exchange Realm, his strength increases, and his blood and qi will become as strong as a wolf smoke, and ordinary blood will condense into essence blood. At this time, Ye Feng felt that there was a hot current in his Dantian that was constantly rolling, causing the blood in his whole body to boil.

His body slowly became hot, and his face became as red as blood.

This was originally a good thing, but it was just not the right time. Ye Feng was not strong enough now, and he could not let Zhao Tianle and others notice the abnormality.

"Ouch!" His mind was spinning rapidly, but he deliberately groaned loudly.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever? I feel that your body is very hot." Hua Ling immediately supported Ye Feng in a panic.

"Hua Ling, brother is feeling a little uncomfortable, let's go back first." Ye Feng leaned most of his body on Hua Ling's shoulder, forcibly suppressing his Dantian cultivation to prevent the blood exchange state from coming early.

"Haha, this bastard must be poisoned."

"When my eldest brother went into the Black Forest to collect herbs, he inhaled the poison gas and had the same symptoms. His whole body turned red and slowly festering. My eldest brother died in pain for three days and three nights. His skin and flesh were all scratched and rotten. It was so miserable."

"In fact, this is a matter of time. This time, the little bastard is lucky to not die. Can he be so lucky next time? The deacon asked this bastard to hand in a medium-grade spiritual medicine every day."

"Once the bastard dies, Hua Ling, the little lady Pi Ke will never escape the clutches of the deacon again..."

"A toad eats swan meat, a flower, alas, what a pity..."

"What a pity for you, stay away from me. If the deacon hears you, you're dead."

Seeing Ye Feng, who looked "painful", being supported by Hua Ling and walking farther and farther away, the Zhao people who were watching pointed at their backs and talked excitedly, while Zhao Tianle, who was standing on the high platform, saw the scene just now of Ye Feng, and a rare solemnity flashed in his eyes.

But this solemnity quickly disappeared, replaced by a touch of coldness.

"It is somewhat similar to the advanced fourth blood exchange realm, but... it is impossible. Yuanwu Continent has never seen a peerless person who has awakened his martial veins for less than ten days and reached the blood exchange realm."

"It seems that he was really poisoned. Humph, it's better to die, saving me trouble..."

...

It was night.

In the middle of the Zhao family compound, a large pot was erected high up, and several servants were busy pulling the bellows and adding firewood...