Longevity Begins With Gu Refining

Chapter 10: The Scholar and the Banshee

Just as he was thinking, a young man rushed in from outside, "Mr. Murong, the Baili family's child is about to be born. The elder wants you to hurry over and prepare to deliver the child."

Hearing this, Murong Lang quickly stuffed the metal book in his hand into the bookshelf, "Let's go, we'll go over now."

Murong Lang opened his hand, and a green Wind Spirit Butterfly spread its wings. A gust of wind blew, and his steps were as fast as the wind, covering ten feet in one step.

After a few leaps, he ran past the black glazed mountain ridge, and rushed towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

In the middle of the village filled with black glazed caves, there was a wooden house. When Murong Lang arrived, the villagers who were anxiously waiting outside finally saw their savior.

"Mr. Murong is here!"

"Mr. Murong came just in time."

Murong Lang approached the wooden house, "Has it started?"

An old woman said, "It's starting right away."

Following the old woman who was delivering the child into the wooden house, Murong Lang flew to the roof of the wooden house, and waited for the lightning to fall with all his concentration, and then guided the lightning to another place.

After an hour, he finally heard the cries of a baby coming from the wooden house.

Murong Lang raised his hand and threw a Thunder Gu into the hands of the child's father, "Quickly let the child contract the Thunder Gu!"

The child's father responded, "Okay, I'll go now."

The black clouds in the sky changed, and a lightning bolt as thick as a child's arm struck towards the wooden house!

The Thunder Butterfly on Murong Lang's chest flapped its wings, and caught the lightning bolt, and then guided it to the black glazed surface in the distance.

After more than ten breaths, another lightning bolt struck from the sky, and was once again attracted by the Thunder Butterfly, and was directed elsewhere.

As the lightning bolts fell, the baby in the wooden house cried louder and louder, like a ghost's cry.

After attracting more than ten lightning bolts, the baby's cry turned from intense to weak. Murong Lang had a bad feeling in his heart.

After attracting three more lightning bolts, no more lightning bolts fell.

Murong Lang could no longer hear the baby's cry. He looked at the child's father who was slowly walking out of the wooden house, holding a ball of black charcoal in his hand.

Murong Lang's heart did not fluctuate too much, but there was a trace of helplessness.

He had seen this kind of thing too many times.

Murong Lang softly said, "I'm sorry."

The child's father seemed to be used to all this. "Mr. Murong, you don't have to apologize."

"It's because this child is unlucky and can't bear the gift of a Ninth Tribulation True Lord."

Murong Lang sighed, "It's time to go back and apply for a Water Spirit."

Early in the morning, Chen Qing steamed two steamed buns and ate them with pickled vegetables. He was preparing to go to the spiritual plants elder to get a job.

There were many people there, so he could gather some information.

As expected, when he arrived at the entrance of the spiritual plant garden, a few senior brothers and sisters were discussing what happened last night.

The fact that the three senior brothers of Mount Carefree were openly hunting down evil cultivators in the marketplace was something that couldn't be concealed.

"Have you heard?

Yesterday, an evil practitioner came to the market at the foot of the mountain! "

"More heretical cultivators?

Only one? You're really not afraid of death. "

"What do you know? This heretic is from the Extreme Light Sect!"

"Ah, Aurora Sect? Have they been caught yet?"

"I heard that he ran away."

"What's that evil cultivator's cultivation? How did he manage to escape?"

"He ran away from the encirclement of three senior brothers who were at the seventh level of Qi Refinement. What cultivation are you talking about?"

Chen Qing thought to himself, 'Isn't he at the ninth level of Qi Refinement?

Foundation Establishment shouldn't be possible. If he was at the Foundation Establishment realm, then that evil cultivator was chasing after the three Mount Carefree disciples.

It was good that he ran away. Presumably, that evil cultivator wouldn't dare to come to Mount Carefree's boundary in the short term.

As for if he came again, he wouldn't come to the foot of the mountain. The senior brothers and sisters who specialized in fighting outside were enough to make him suffer.

Even if that evil cultivator came again and was captured alive, Chen Qing didn't care.

Could you believe the words of evil cultivators?

And there were so many Carefree Mountain disciples in the market last night, how could they be sure it was him?

They also didn't know that the heretic cultivator had given him the bronze grimace mask.

Feeling that there shouldn't be any problems, Chen Qing took the job and went to work.

He didn't know if that red lotus and scholar had tried what he said.

There was no hurry, he would know in half a month.

To ensure his safety, Chen Qing didn't take any jobs at the foot of the mountain these few days, and just stayed in the spiritual plant garden.

After working for seven days, there was still no news. Chen Qing guessed that the heretic cultivator had gone far, so he started to take jobs around the foot of the mountain.

But he didn't go too far away, and only took jobs within ten miles of the mountain.

After some time, he would be able to turn the herb treasure into a butterfly. It was his first time doing this, and he didn't know what to take note of.

If an accident happened, it would be a big problem.

The herb treasure was his life now!

So after he finished his work, Chen Qing strolled to the market at the foot of the mountain, preparing to buy some books related to turning Gu worms into butterflies.

These things were usually unreliable from street stalls, and they were all copied.

It was easy to make mistakes when copying, and sometimes, a difference of one word could make a world of difference.

He had invested so much in the herb treasure, so he naturally wouldn't save money at such a crucial time.

So he specially came to the shop at the foot of the mountain.

Just as he entered the shop, a senior sister from Carefree Mountain called out to him enthusiastically, "Handsome junior brother, what do you want?"

Chen Qing was never afraid of such enthusiastic female cultivators, after all, they were enthusiastic about his spirit stones, not him.

"Senior sister, I'm looking for some books related to cultivating Gu worms."

The senior sister asked enthusiastically, "What type?"

Chen Qing said, "Anything related to turning into butterflies."

Speaking of this, the senior sister looked at him in surprise. "Junior brother, you're preparing to turn Gu worms into butterflies at such a young age?"

Chen Qing said, "I just want to understand."

This senior sister didn't ask further, and led him to the library. "They're all here, take your time."

Chen Qing glanced over.

"Insights on Cultivating Sword Gu"

"Hundred Solutions for Transforming Gu Worms into Butterflies"

"Essentials of Capturing Wild Gu Worms"

"Special Solution for Transforming Butterflies"

"Essentials of Using Sword Gu"

"The Cultivation and Daily Care of Gu Worms"

En, between 《Special Solution for Transforming Butterflies》 and 《Hundred Solutions for Transforming Gu Insects into Butterflies》, which one is better to buy?

He picked it up and looked at the introduction. The content was different.

Looking at the author's name, it was the same person!

One set of knowledge to write two books and earn two sets of money, right?

Yu Daoxiong, I will remember you!

Wait a moment, it seemed to be the name of the spiritual plants elder!

Who would have thought!

Chen Qing inwardly curses the spiritual plant elder for not being a good son. He painfully takes the two books and pays the bill.

One book cost ten low-grade spirit stones, and two books cost him twenty low-grade spirit stones!

Forget it, for the sake of the herb treasure, this was money that had to be spent.

After returning to his cave abode, Chen Qing lit the lamp and began to carefully study the two books.

After reading for an hour, Chen Qing finally understood the gist of it. "It's not a waste of money. It's written down in detail."

"If that's the case, the chances of the Grass Treasure transforming into a butterfly will be even higher."

(End of Chapter)