14: Gong Qing's progress

The sun set, and Gong Qing walked out of the study, looking distraught.

He didn't want to Cultivate these things at all; he only wanted to Cultivate.

It's just—

His hand slowly touched the axe at his waist, and despair flashed in Gong Qing's eyes.

He knew he wasn't cut out to be a Spirit Cultivator, but he also wasn't cut out for Cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up here.

Thinking of his elder brother and sister, who had already reached the eighth level of Mortal Transformation, while he was still stuck at the third level, a bitter taste filled his mouth as he looked forward.

The soft light of the Everbright Lamp illuminated the path, shimmering like a golden river slowly flowing down the middle of the road.

Reaching the central courtyard, Gong Qing glanced at the room.

The lamp was bright, and a faint fragrance drifted out from under the door, entering his nose.

No one could dislike such a perfect and lovely Miss Su.

His hand, raised to knock, paused, and his mouth opened slightly. Gong Qing looked at the moon in the sky.

At this hour, it was better not to disturb a young lady.

Clenching his fist, Gong Qing turned and left the Council Hall courtyard.

Some time after he left, with a click, the door opened.

Su Xin, wearing a light pink dress, walked out of the courtyard, her eyes complex.

The beauty paused for a moment, then closed the Council Hall door, locking it from the inside.

At the end of the Hai hour, Jiang Hanwen leaned back in his chair, taking a short nap.

On the ground beside him, twenty pits had already been dug, waiting for the bloodline grass to be planted.

“Kutsi Kutsi~”

Footsteps gradually approached, and a large figure swayed in the light of the lamp, indistinct.

“Young Master Gong?” Jiang Hanwen stood up in surprise, his brows furrowed.

Late at night, two men in the field—no matter how you looked at it, it wasn't romantic.

Don't even think about it; I'm a normal guy, not into men.

“What are you doing? Plant your bloodline grass. Didn't you say it was better to plant it at night? You're not trying to trick me, are you!”

Gong Qing approached, looking at the twenty small pits already dug in the ground, and the anger on his face slowly receded… With trepidation, Jiang Hanwen planted the twenty bloodline grass.

Looking back at the side, Gong Qing's gaze was fixed on the soil, watching very seriously, as if he had just finished listening to a peerless melody and was still savoring it.

After a while, Gong Qing pointed to two bloodline grass at the corner and said:

“When you dripped blood, why did you only drip half for these two later ones?”

Jiang Hanwen's eyebrows raised slightly. The fact that he could ask this question proved that Gong Qing had indeed been watching carefully just now.

“Young Master Gong, do you remember why one of my bloodline grass didn't sprout yesterday?”

Gong Qing nodded: “At the time, you said too much blood was dripped.”

Jiang Hanwen nodded and explained:

“Although the seeds Miss Su gave us were all selected, no matter how they are chosen, there are always some differences between the young seedlings.

Just like the 'single plant cultivation' mentioned in today's book, only by understanding the differences in each bloodline grass can we apply the right remedy and ensure a cure.

To put it simply, it's about being meticulous and not generalizing.

Young Master Gong, you are the most patient person I have ever met; you will definitely be able to Cultivate the bloodline grass well.”

Finally, Jiang Hanwen offered a compliment.

“Hmph, of course!” Gong Qing's face flushed, and even in the night, one could feel the pride of being praised.

The pouting curve was a little cute.

Jiang Hanwen suddenly became curious about the influential figure named Gong Hai. With such a powerful backer, Gong Qing never displayed the arrogance of a pampered young master.

Instead, he had a certain simplicity and sincerity, like a wealth-scattering boy.

“Do you have any wine here?”

Gong Qing pressed on.

Jiang Hanwen helplessly waved his hand.

“Young Master Gong, I have nothing here.”

“Tsk, boring.

Let's go!” Gong Qing turned his head in annoyance and strode away.

The next day, Jiang Hanwen went to the Council Hall to read as usual.

This time, he learned his lesson and only read for an hour, estimating when to return to the Kitchen Courtyard.

When he got home, he saw ten jars of wine at the door.

Beside the wine stood a 1.5-meter-high metal hook, like a coat rack, covered with air-dried beef jerky, red in color, which looked expensive. Taking a sniff up close, it smelled very fragrant, making Jiang Hanwen's stomach rumble with hunger.

There was no note explaining, nor did anyone greet him.

Jiang Hanwen dared not touch either the wine or the beef, fearing that they were delivered to the wrong person, and he would have to go to great lengths to compensate for them.

He asked Mu Qiancheng in the Kitchen Courtyard who sent them, but the latter said he didn't know, so Jiang Hanwen had to give up.

Thus, ten days passed in a flash.

Including the five plants Gong Qing sent, Jiang Hanwen's twenty-five bloodline grass had a total of twenty-one successful sprouts, which was a remarkable achievement.

For this, Jiang Hanwen kept those four words in mind—neither arrogant nor impatient.

On the table, four more entries were added to the failure summary, laying the groundwork for future perfection.

On the eleventh day, Jiang Hanwen had just finished his boxing practice and sat down when a hot sensation flowed into his neck, warming him.

He felt that even without consuming bloodline grass, by simply condensing his Qi and blood, he could achieve a Breakthrough to the first level in as little as two months, or at most four months!

A cold wind gently blew, and the fence creaked.

On the ground, tiny pebbles rolled forward until they were stopped by a thick-soled, black-patterned shoe.

“Jiang Hanwen, how dare you look down on me!” An angry question broke the silence.

Jiang Hanwen looked at the fuming Gong Qing with a bewildered expression. If he remembered correctly, he hadn't seen this guy for over ten days. What was he fussing about?

“Young Master Gong, what are you talking about? How can you say I look down on you?”

Gong Qing clenched the short axe at his waist with his left hand and pointed at the wine jars and beef jerky beside Jiang Hanwen with his right hand, saying:

“The things I sent, you neither ate nor drank. What else could that be if not looking down on me!”

The wine and meat, were they sent by this lord?

Jiang Hanwen's head ached. Seriously, buddy, are you that cool? Sending things to someone without a greeting or a note—who would know if they were poisoned?

“Young Master Gong, I didn't know it was you who sent them. I thought someone else had delivered them by mistake.

After all, who would send such valuable gifts to a small fry like me…”

After an explanation, Jiang Hanwen managed to coax the lord into a wide smile.

Gong Qing directly opened a jar of wine, used a short dagger to cut half a catty of beef, and sat by the door, eating directly.

While eating, he excitedly shared about his bloodline grass: eleven out of twenty had survived, a huge improvement.

The more they interacted, the more Jiang Hanwen found Gong Qing endearing.

He was straightforward and honest, without any pretense.

Most importantly, although he constantly emphasized his status as a Young Master, he never used his status to pressure others, communicating with Jiang Hanwen as equals and never treating him as a “country bumpkin.”

As a gift, Jiang Hanwen shared many of his Cultivating experiences and tips with him, and both enjoyed their time together.

The next day, Jiang Hanwen carried a jar of wine and some beef jerky, arriving at the Kitchen Courtyard at the last minute.

At this time, there was no one else; those who ate had finished, and those who cooked were resting.

Only Mu Qiancheng was there, as usual, sitting in a chair with his legs crossed.

“Here, Young Master Gong rewarded me. If you don't mind, take it all.”

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Mu Qiancheng took the items, specifically picking up the beef jerky, nearly drooling:

“Yak meat, this is good stuff!”

In a flash, Mu Qiancheng hid the items, fearing his colleagues might see them.

After a while, Mu Qiancheng returned, looking at Jiang Hanwen with a hint of envy:

“You're really lucky. Not only do you have Elder Du's care, but you also have Young Master Gong's favor. I'm afraid it won't be long before you're no longer in the Medicine Field, will it?”