Fantasy: I Turn Out To Be A Master - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: None can Compare to the Master’s Herb Field

Eight days ago, Yan Jin had first arrived at Chen Xuan’s place. After tidying up the house, she walked around the courtyard and was extremely shocked at everything she saw.

The spring water they drank was from a spiritual spring.

The rice they ate was spiritual grains.

Even the cats and chickens in the yard were not simple.

After taking a turn, Yan Jin’s legs were trembling from shock.

“This senior is really not simple.”

Not only did he not lose to a celestial when it came to Dao discussion, but even the chickens and cats in his yard were extraordinary. This was especially so for the little white cat in his arms. It gave off a feeling of holiness but at the same time immense ferocity. It was probably some kind of ancient species.

Yan Jin became increasingly alarmed.

The courtyard wasn’t big, but it was filled with mystery.

At this moment, Yan Jin saw the calligraphy work on the table that read: River overflowing in the heart, the mortal heart accompanies the moon.

Good writing and good lyrics.

Yan Jin stared in a daze.

Although she had never studied the Great Dao of calligraphy, she could still pry into the Dao power rules between the lines of ink.

Then, she looked at the one-hundred-thousand-year-old obsidian millstone and asked,

“Senior, can I touch this?”

“You’re still calling me senior?”

Chen Xuan said with the authority of a teacher.

Since he had already accepted the other party as his disciple, he had to maintain his dignity.

Yan Jin was startled by Chen Xuan’s sudden seriousness, “I’m sorry, master. I misspoke.”

Seeing Yan Jin’s look of trepidation, Chen Xuan was rather satisfied. Without withholding any information, he introduced himself, “I’m proficient in painting, calligraphy, zither, and cooking. If you want to learn anything, you can tell me.”

“What about the Dao of medicine?” Yan Jin asked.

“That’s my main business.”

Chen Xuan laughed confidently. What a joke! Calligraphy, painting, playing the zither, and the like were all used to pass the time.

What he was truly proficient in was the Dao of medicine.

“Could this be fate? No wonder master suddenly decided to take me in as a disciple. So it turns out that he saw through my talent and foundation in the Dao of medicine.”

Yan Jin was enlightened.

She then reached out to touch the millstone on the ground, and her hand immediately felt the heat.

Chi~

Her hand was scalded, and she quickly moved it away.

“Oh right, this millstone is made of one-hundred-thousand-year-old brilliant firestone. How can I, a mere Martial Venerable, touch the power of fire on it? Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to lift it just based on the mass of this millstone.”

Yan Jin shook her head.

Then, Chen Xuan placed the millstone on the table.

“This thing is very ordinary, right?” Chen Xuan said.

Yan Jin was once again shocked. The millstone must be at least ten thousand pounds, right? To think her master could carry it so easily. Also, to think the wooden table could withstand the power of fire and weight of the hundred-thousand-year brilliant firestone millstone. What material was the wooden table made of?

“Let’s go. Since you want to learn the Dao of medicine, I’ll show you my herb field first.”

Chen Xuan didn’t notice the changes in Yan Jinn’s expression. All he wanted to do now was to teach her some serious knowledge to make up for the embarrassment he had caused her grandfather to the point the old man had vomited blood.

“Senior’s herb field!”

Yan Jin was full of anticipation.

She followed behind her master like a fangirl.

Soon, she was led to the herb field

The entire herb field only occupied an area of one and a half mu, but in that small herb field, all kinds of precious medicinal herbs were densely planted.

Thousand-year fire Ganoderma.

Ten-thousand-year-old fleece-flower root.

Geocentric ice lotus.

Supreme-grade orchid chrysanthemum.

It was hard to imagine that the spiritual herbs that should have grown in different environments and regions could be planted together perfectly.

Yan Jin was filled with curiosity.

However, her curiosity was quickly washed away by shock.

Because she suddenly saw that in the depths of the herb field, there were a few unusually bewitching flowers. One of them was burning like a flame, and in the center of the pistil, there seemed to be a fire spirit dancing.

As for the other flower, it was cold and blue. In the middle of the flower, there seemed to be a layer of solid ice crystals that reflected light.

“Thore are celestial-grade spiritual herbs! The damask fragrance flower and the heaven-reaching fire chrysanthemum. My God, there are actually celestial-grade spiritual herbs here! How did these two herbs, one extremely yang and one extremely yin, appear in the same place? How did this field manage to support two celestial-grade spiritual herbs of different attributes at the same time without causing them to wither?”

Her heart was full of question marks.

Her master’s herb field had almost overthrown her past knowledge.

She had grown up in the Medicine God Valley, a Holy Land with countless types of herbs. However, compared to her master’s herb field, she suddenly felt that the Medicine God Valley was nothing special.

She continued to look into the depths of the herb field, and as she did so, she suddenly cried.

“What?”

Chen Xuan was taken aback. What was going on with his female disciple?

Today was only the first day, so why was she crying?

“Master, this piece of land of yours is unparalleled in the world. No one can compare to it.”

Yan Jin was moved to tears.

Even though Chen Xuan knew that Yan Jin was just trying to flatter him, he still felt rather comfortable listening to it.

Night fell.

“Have you tidied up a room?”

“Yes.”

“Then go to sleep.”

Chen Xuan and Yan Jin each took a room.

Yan Jin was lying in bed. The bed was very comfortable, but her heart was not calm.

“In this courtyard, there’s only a man and a woman, my master and I, in the same courtyard. Will he have improper thoughts?”

After all, in terms of figure and appearance, she wasn’t inferior to the Empress at all.

Yan Jin felt a little uneasy and went to bolt the door, but then she thought, “Master’s strength is as high as the heavens. If he really wants to use force against me, how can this small door of mine block his power? On the contrary, what I did just now was great disrespectful to him.”

After much thought, Yan Jin removed the bolt on the door.

Next door, Chen Xuan heard the sound of the door being bolted and was about to go to sleep.

However, not long after, he heard the sound of the door bolt being opened again.

With that, he jumped.

He had seen for himself how proactive the girls in this world were.

First, it was Xia Zhuyuan, who came to visit him every two or three days and did not forget to go on blind dates with him even during her period.

Then, there was Xia Qingping, who had come to discuss her sister’s marriage but still did not forget to flirt, only to end up sleeping with Da Niu.

Now, this beautiful and seemingly dignified female disciple of his had also revealed herself at night.

To think she slept with the door open.

…

In the imperial city of the imperial capital, Empress Xia Zhuyuan had already received news of Yan Jin’s disappearance from the palace.

“Yan Jin, I’ve treated you well, but you suddenly left without even saying goodbye. Why?”

Xia Zhuyuan looked at the moon outside.

“Come,” She waved her hand.

“Your Majesty.”

A figure emerged from the darkness.

The figure was slightly chubby, but her eyes were exceptionally sharp.

“Find out where Yan Jin has gone!”

“Yes.”

The proud Nightingale turned around and left as soon as she heard that there was a mission.

Although she had now gained some weight, she was still as energetic as ever.

For Her Majesty, she was willing to be beheaded, let her blood spill, and even die a thousand times.