"Good!"
Hearing Li Qingfeng's words, Aunt Pan nodded in agreement.
Seeing Aunt Pan's expression, Li Qingfeng returned to his room to rest for a while.
Once his energy had mostly recovered, Li Qingfeng, dressed neatly, left the clinic.
Behind Mopangou Village, the mountain was covered with rocks and peculiar trees.
Among them grew all sorts of precious medicinal herbs, each one worth a considerable sum.
Li Qingfeng's immediate priority was to ascend Mopangou Village's mountain and collect some herbs that could be sold to earn money for loan repayments.
"Aunt Pan, stay put in the clinic. Don't wander off. I'm afraid they might return! I'm going to the back mountain to collect some herbs and will be back tonight."
After informing Aunt Pan inside the clinic, Li Qingfeng headed directly for the back mountain.
This time, he brought nothing but a chopping knife and a carrying basket.
Li Qingfeng had heard about this large mountain behind Mopangou Village long before.
His grandfather had always taught him that the most dangerous place was Tiandang Mountain!
Tiandang Mountain, situated in the northeast of the Tiandang Mountain Range, had Mopangou Village at its foot.
Looking at the mountain from behind Mopangou Village, a silver thread flowed down from the middle of Tiandang Mountain, merging into the local stream.
These streams, dividing and branching, formed the small lake within Mopangou Village used for domestic water supply.
As Li Qingfeng climbed higher up Tiandang Mountain, he felt a sense of "When I ascend to the highest point, I shall see all other peaks dwarfed!"
From his vantage point, Mopangou Village below appeared as a stroke of brilliance amidst the endless mountains.
The wisps of cooking smoke rising from the households in the village mingled with the thin mist emerging from the mountain range, creating what looked like a white celestial bridge.
After traversing many paths, Li Qingfeng arrived at a valley.
As soon as he entered, Li Qingfeng was greeted by a pungent aroma of herbs.
"Heavens! It's Banlangen!"
At a glance, he saw numerous herbs with green leaves—it was Banlangen, a medicinal herb famed for its legendary efficacy in treating colds!
Banlangen is a biennial herbaceous plant, smooth and covered in a powdery frost, with thick, near-conical roots. The basal leaves form a rosette, and the leaf blades are oblong to broadly oblancolate. The inflorescence is terminal or axillary, and the short siliques are near-oblong. The seeds are oblong and pale brown. Its roots are used in medicine and can be directly utilized after drying.
"I'm rich, I'm rich!"
Seeing such a large patch of Banlangen, Li Qingfeng's eyes sparkled.
Although it wasn't the optimal season for harvesting Banlangen, Li Qingfeng, who was desperate for money, couldn't afford to be picky.
He immediately took out his chopping knife, using it as a spade to excavate the roots of the Banlangen.
Looking at these somewhat small Banlangen plants, Li Qingfeng sighed.
The Banlangen here, if sold now, would first be deemed insufficient in terms of age. Most of these were only one or two years old. Their actual medicinal efficacy was not very high.
Suddenly, Li Qingfeng thought of the treasure known as the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica.
"Didn't it say the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica could cultivate all things? How does it cultivate?"
He immediately summoned the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica with his thoughts.
It was a treasure that appeared as a yellowed scroll, inscribed with countless medicinal herbs and rare spiritual treasures.
As the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica materialized, the Banlangen here suddenly turned.
Without any warning, as if drawn by the sun, they all turned towards Li Qingfeng.
Seeing the Banlangen leaves bowing in unison, it was as if they were paying homage to the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica.
With the appearance of the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica, a passage of text appeared in Li Qingfeng's mind, informing him of the treasure's function.
The Divine Farmer's Materia Medica was a unique treasure from the inheritance of the Medicine Saint.
Every day, three drops of "Spirit Liquid" would be generated within the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica!
This Spirit Liquid possessed a powerful growth-promoting effect. Plants irrigated with the Spirit Liquid would exhibit exponential growth.
Li Qingfeng used the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica to squeeze out a drop of Spirit Liquid. The emerald green liquid emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance. Just by inhaling it, Li Qingfeng felt incredibly relaxed, as if he had become ten years younger.
He directly dripped this drop of Spirit Liquid onto the leaf of the largest Banlangen plant. Based on Li Qingfeng's ability to identify herbs, this Banlangen should have been around five years old.
"My heavens!"
As soon as the Spirit Liquid touched the Banlangen, its medicinal efficacy immediately manifested. Witnessing the Banlangen leaves instantly grow, inch by inch, Li Qingfeng marveled at how, in just a short time, the Banlangen seemed to gain several years of age.
He couldn't help but look at the Divine Farmer's Materia Medica in his hand. It was truly a miraculous treasure, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary, and causing such rapid growth in the Banlangen.
Li Qingfeng remained in this valley. After about an hour, the growth of this Banlangen plant began to stabilize.
Seeing the Banlangen plant now the size of a basketball, Li Qingfeng was completely astonished. Its age must have been around twenty years. It was important to note that for medicinal herbs, the older they were, the better their efficacy. Although Banlangen was a common herb, a twenty-year-old Banlangen could be considered a minor "king of herbs." At the very least, in terms of its effectiveness in treating colds, Li Qingfeng was confident that no one could rival him.
Just as he was about to drip the remaining two drops of Spirit Liquid onto other Banlangen leaves, Li Qingfeng suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Why did I only cultivate one plant?"
"Why didn't I cultivate a whole row!"
Li Qingfeng exclaimed regretfully. He quickly picked up his carrying basket and walked to the stream.
First, he used the leaves of the water plants by the stream to plug the gaps in the basket, then submerged the basket in the stream to fill it with water.
By the time Li Qingfeng carried the water-filled basket back to the patch of Banlangen, he had about half a basket of water remaining. He dripped one drop of Spirit Liquid into this half-basket of water. Since the basket was leaking, he would water the Banlangen as he walked.
After the half-basket of water was used up, Li Qingfeng repeated the process.
By the time the last two drops of Spirit Liquid were poured, it had been over an hour. It was now noon, and the sun was scorching hot. Li Qingfeng found a shady spot under a tree, lay down, and fell asleep.
Time passed quietly. When Li Qingfeng finally woke up, the sky had already turned a yellowish hue.
"My Banlangen!"
Seeing how much time had passed, the first thing Li Qingfeng thought of wasn't going home, but his Banlangen.
When he ran back to the valley, his eyes widened, and he couldn't stop exclaiming in disbelief!
"Heavens! Heavens!"
"How is this possible?"
The scene before him was simply unbelievable.