Escorted out by the shop owner, Zhiyan walked out of the pharmacy and headed straight to the blacksmith shop in the next street. In her past life, she was most skilled in the use of silver needles, known as "Princess Feiyu," famous for her silver needle techniques—turning as if flowers falling in the rain. Whether it was acupuncture to save people or for entertainment, she was extraordinarily adept. She could confidently claim second place in the world of medicine at that time, as no one would dare claim to be first.
The blacksmith shop was in a secluded corner of the street corner, crowded, and the shop was shabby. Before she even got close, she saw a man in his forties with his upper body bare, vigorously hammering the iron tool in his hands. Two people stood sporadically in front of the shop, seemingly picking out suitable weapons.
"Hello, could you make this item for me?" Zhiyan took advantage of the man's break to present the silver needle she had sketched out, complete with all necessary data, and asked.
"I've never seen such a needle, unique in design and exquisitely delicate. While it might be a bit troublesome, as long as I have the materials, I'm confident I can make it!" The blacksmith inspected the needle design for several seconds, then unhesitatingly promised. This was a blacksmith shop, normally forging iron tools, but these needles specifically called for silver.
"Here is the deposit, enough to prepare the materials needed. Please forge the needles as they appear here, a total of ninety-nine needles. Also, prepare three sets of these," Zhiyan casually handed over five gold coins, and then took out another set of designs, which marked tools that might be needed during the medication process, including blade, file, hammer, rolling trough, punch tube, and mortar.
"Miss, rest assured, even if I have to go without food or water, I will ensure the task is completed. In three days, your order will be ready on time!" The blacksmith promised repeatedly, his eyes burning with excitement as he stared at the drawings of the instruments. Half his life in blacksmithing, and he had never encountered such novel items before; imagining them coming into existence from his own hands filled him with excitement.
Zhiyan strolled around the street, picked out a few clothes, and then bought a pack of snacks before returning to the estate. It was fortunate she had a Spatial Spiritual Device like the Qiankun Bracelet for carrying things; otherwise, her slight frame would have struggled not just with a hundred tightly packed medicinal herbs, but even five hundred gold coins would have been burdensome.
With half an hour left before dinner, Zhiyan went straight to her room and started meditating. After drinking Primordial Essence Liquid yesterday and adjusting to absorb it throughout the day, her body was in an extraordinarily active state, making it a perfect time to open the Qiankun Bracelet and absorb its energy.
As Zhiyan sat cross-legged, the Qiankun Bracelet on her wrist shone brightly, and Fei's Soul Body suddenly floated out from within.
"Cultivation is like rowing against the current, if you do not advance, you will fall back. It also requires a proper method, aiming for gradual progress, avoiding arrogance and impulsiveness, not being greedy. The first day's absorption will be set at half an hour, to be gradually increased each time until your body can fully adapt!" Fei advised as he arrayed his soul, indicating for Zhiyan to cultivate with ease.
With a thought, the golden Qiankun Bracelet suddenly emitted a dazzling white light. Sensing this, Zhiyan steeled her mind and spurred the Yin Yang Qi within her body. Her delicate body glowed faintly as if magnetized, drawing the white light emitted by the bracelet towards herself.
The white light formed a solid line in the air, wrapping around Zhiyan, with the Yin Yang Qi inside her body circulating rapidly. Her pores opened and closed, fully absorbing the energy from the white light. Her exquisite features were even more enchanting in the radiant glow, her brows slightly furrowed, and a delicate blush warmed her fair face.
The solid white thread wrapped tighter and finer around her, until finally forming a cocoon of silk, enclosing Zhiyan completely, impenetrable to wind.
Within the cocoon, Spiritual Energy undulated like a breeze across the face; the Yin and Yang lines within her body, dependent on each other, had thickened without her noticing, their color becoming more vivid. Zhiyan felt a warm coziness, as countless molecules of Spiritual Energy roamed inside her body, decomposed by the Yin Yang Qi into a pure Yin Yang Energy.
Although her eyes were closed, she seemed to be able to see the scene within the room, with Elder Fei floating in midair, the room's windows half-ajar, the breeze sneaking in from outside, the bed curtains fluttering, and the tea on the desk still giving off its remaining heat...
Could this be the legendary Spiritual Sense?
Zhiyan's eyes remained closed as excitement was hard to contain in her heart, her lips unconsciously curving into a slight smile. Since her arrival, she had gradually adapted to the rules of survival in this world, with experts commanding respect and strength being paramount. Based on the recent events, it seemed her cultivation base had improved quite a bit!
An hour quickly passed, and the white cocoon that had enveloped Zhiyan dissolved into mist before being absorbed into her skin. After tidying up, she went to the dining hall for a meal, urged on by the servants.
"Yanyan, hurry, come here, daddy has something to ask you." As soon as Ouyang Peng caught sight of Zhiyan, he stood up excitedly from his stool and hurried over to her without waiting.
"Yanyan, tell daddy the truth, what medicine did you give me this morning?" Ouyang Peng's expression trembled, his gentle pupils brimming with excited luster.
Ouyang Jin's gaze had been fixed on Zhiyan from the moment she appeared, his dark eyes filled with deep thought, his thin lips slightly pursed, his handsome face marked with confusion and a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Oh, it was a tonic that Yanyan brewed for daddy!" Blinking, her round and clever eyes flashed with a touch of cunning.
"No, it can't be just a simple tonic. After I drank it, I felt a warm energy circulating in my abdomen. I used to be miserably sleepy at noon, but today I felt unusually excited. Especially when I started walking, I felt much lighter, and even the pain in my chest was gone..." Ouyang Peng shook his head, describing seriously and earnestly, his eyes looking at Zhiyan with a strangely fervent gaze.
"Cough cough, daddy, this is due to a long illness and deficiency; your body is in a state of extreme depletion. If I'm not mistaken, the fainting at the Spiritual Technique Hall wasn't the first time, right? The medicinal liquid I brewed is targeted at your condition. In addition to supplementing a certain amount of energy, it provides a strengthening and nourishing effect. Naturally, you feel different when your body is in an optimal state..."
"Chest pain, shortness of breath, fatigue, palpitations, dizziness, fainting, these are the symptoms of heart disease. Judging from your physique, it should have been acquired later in life, which gives you a bit more security than those with congenital conditions, but remember, you must always be cautious, avoid strenuous exercise, alcohol, and foods with strong flavors..."
Zhiyan listed them one by one, from symptoms to prevention, from diet to rest, meticulous and nuanced. Her demeanor, her bearing, her discourse, and the occasional technical terms that popped out of her mouth, simply bewildered Ouyang Peng and Ouyang Jin, leaving the two men completely frozen, staring blankly at the eloquent Ouyang Zhiyan.
"So, for daddy's health, you'll have to listen to me from now on. What you should eat and what you should not, you'll need to listen to me as well. I will administer the medicinal liquid to daddy at regular intervals. Besides the necessary daily physical exercise, you have to rest well during the rest of the time. If you really get bored, try to sense the Spiritual Energy, take up cultivating as a Sage or something, just to pass the time."
The conversation preceding was fine, but the latter remark about sensing Spiritual Energy to kill time instantly gave the two men an urge to vomit blood, as if being a Sage, such a prestigious and honorable vocation, appeared to her as nothing more than a pastime for when bored.