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.