The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 699

Chapter 699: Chapter 627, Eight Meridian Pill_1

"Master, look what this is?"

Staring at the foot-long, spine-resembling blood-red wood in the porcelain basin, Gu Jian was struck dumb, only after a long while did he come to his senses. He then pounced on the basin like a tiger descending a mountain, cradling it gently and began to examine it carefully.

Daohua saw this and handed over a magnifying glass with a smile.

Gu Jian glanced at the magnifying glass, unrecognizable to him, and brushed Daohua’s hand away, telling her not to obstruct his view.

Daohua couldn’t help but smile wryly, "Master, this is a magnifying glass made by Xiao Yeyang. If there’s anything you can’t see clearly, looking through this will make it visible."

Gu Jian paused, then with a frown, took the magnifying glass and placed it in front of the blood-red wood. Instantly, the blood-red wood was magnified several times in his field of vision, making even those previously unclear grain patterns visible.

Gu Jian’s face showed delight, but of course, his happiness wasn’t due to the magnifying glass itself; rather, with its aid, he could more meticulously discern the blood-red wood before him.

After looking back and forth several times with the magnifying glass, Gu Jian finally stood up woodenly, looking incredulously at Daohua, "You... you... you managed to cultivate this?"

Daohua cockily nodded, her face broadcasting ’I’m so amazing.’

Gu Jian took a deep breath, sat Daohua down, and said with a serious face, "Tell me in detail how you managed to cultivate this Jingmiao Grass."

Daohua, well-prepared, took out her little notebook and began to expound to Gu Jian.

Gu Jian grabbed the notebook and quickly flipped through it with a somewhat indescribable expression on his face.

Digging up some soil from the mountain forest is enough to cultivate Jingmiao Grass?

If it was that simple, then wouldn’t Internal Martial Arts masters be everywhere?

Gu Jian once again confirmed, "Are you sure this is how you cultivated the Jingmiao Grass?" His disciple’s planting process was so simple that he felt the blood-red wood before him wasn’t the rare Jingmiao Grass, but a common weed from the fields.

Daohua resolutely nodded, pointing to the Jingmiao Grass on the table and said, "Master, the proof is right here before you, what else is there to doubt?"

"If you ask me, the Jingmiao Grass probably isn’t as hard to grow as the legends say. Maybe some people with ulterior motives intentionally exaggerated how rare the Jingmiao Grass is."

Whether Jingmiao Grass was truly rare or not, Gu Jian knew all too well.

Back in the day, the previous emperor wanted to practice Internal Martial Arts to extend his lifespan and spent two or three decades, with countless people sent in search for Jingmiao Grass, but to no avail.

Seeing Gu Jian still in deep thought with furrowed brows, Daohua shook his arm, "Alright, Master, stop overthinking." Following that, she signaled to Wang Manman to bring over the other herbs for preparing the Eight Meridian Pill.

Daohua pushed the herbs towards Gu Jian, "Master, I’ve collected all the herbs needed for the Eight Meridian Pill, you should start preparing it quickly. In a few days, Xiao Yeyang and my two brothers are going to be dispatched on a mission. I want to help them open their eight extraordinary meridians before they leave."

Looking at the herbs on the table, Gu Jian truly didn’t know what expression to make.

Was his disciple perhaps too formidable?

Each of the herbs on the table wasn’t easy to find, and here she was, nonchalantly presenting him with such a huge surprise, making it a bit much for him to accept.

You have to understand, he had dealt with medicine his entire life, and his life’s collection was not even as extensive as the one his disciple had brought out this time.

Seeing Gu Jian spacing out, Daohua couldn’t help but wave a hand in front of his eyes, "Master, let’s go make the Eight Meridian Pill, I’ll assist you."

Gu Jian, looking at the Jingmiao Grass with reluctance, "Are we making it today?" He hadn’t looked his fill yet.

The Jingmiao Grass before him was of an extraordinary quality, even better than the one he had seen in Medicine King Valley before.

Daohua said, "Xiao Yeyang and I have agreed that they will come over tomorrow. We will strive to make the Eight Meridian Pill today." With that, she signaled to Wang Manman and Bi Shi to take the herbs while she herself helped Gu Jian to his feet.

"Master, let’s go, to the pharmacy to make the medicine."

Outside the door, both Caiju and Dongli exchanged significant glances toward Gu Jian.

After all, Jingmiao Grass was such a valuable herb, it should be presented to the emperor, not used by oneself!

Yet alas, Gu Jian was still too dazed to notice their signals.

Once inside the pharmacy, Daohua had everyone else leave, staying only with Gu Jian.

Gu Jian didn’t want to argue with his apprentice anymore, "Do you still need to learn martial arts for self-protection? If you mastered the pharmaceutical techniques I taught you, who could hurt you?"

Just throw out a dose of poison, and indiscriminately kill a whole bunch of people, isn’t that better than training in martial arts? _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

Daohua huffed, still visibly displeased.

Qinggong, ah, skimming over water, scaling walls and roofs, how cool is that.

At this moment, Xiao Yeyang, Yan Wentao, and Yan Wenkai had snapped out of their shock.

Daohua had said she would give them a grand surprise, and seeing the three Eight Meridian Pills on the table, all three thought simultaneously that this surprise was indeed a big one.

Gu Jian wasn’t paying attention to his apprentice, but turned to the three, "Since you’re all here, get ready. This afternoon I will prepare a medicinal soup for you, then together with the Eight Meridian Pill, we’ll open the Eight Extraordinary Meridians."

As soon as these words were spoken, before the others had reacted, Dongli from outside the door shouted, "That’s not possible."

"Shush, shush, shush!"

Everyone looked towards Dongli.

Caiju thought to himself that trouble was coming.

As expected, the looks from everyone were not kind.

Daohua frowned and looked at Dongli, "Why is it not possible?"

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Dongli felt immense pressure, especially from the Little Prince’s gaze, which gave him the sensation of being torn apart. In just a moment, sweat had formed on his forehead.

Caiju quickly knelt down, "It’s not that Yan Miss’s anger is unfounded. Dongli’s ’that’s not possible’ wasn’t directed at you all; it was for me. I just had a bit of a quarrel with him and wanted to throw away his axe, and he blurted out ’that’s not possible’ in his urgency."

Gu Jian said sternly, "Step back."

Dongli and Caiju hurriedly withdrew.

Daohua withdrew her gaze and sighed again at the sight of the three Eight Meridian Pills, but then she smiled, "Fortunately there are three. If there had been only one or two, that would have been even more problematic." As she spoke, she laughed and looked at Xiao Yeyang and the others, "It’s perfect, one for each of you."