I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 410 What the Heck_1

Chapter 410: Chapter 410 What the Heck_1

Alchemy, for many people, is an extremely tedious and dangerous job.

But to you, alchemy is nothing more than an activity that requires consuming a lot of time.

After buying some essential camping supplies, you drove into the deep mountains.

In today’s China, where there are roads, there are people; so you parked your car at the entrance of a farmer’s house in a small village on the mountain side, and paid him two hundred yuan for parking before setting off on foot towards a secluded area deeper into the mountains where roads don’t reach.

When it comes to your method of alchemy, it follows the principle of the Five Elements nurturing each other, with qi condensation. Once a large amount of this inherent natural qi had condensed, you just need to draw out the life energy using the Gate of Life to neutralize, and serve as an outer shell, then the Dan Medicine is formed.

"Young man, it’s getting late, why are you still heading into the mountains?"

Not long after leaving the village, you bumped into a middle-aged uncle carrying a basket of herbs on a small mountain path.

With a smile towards the middle-aged uncle, "Uncle, I am a researcher of Chinese medicine, and I’ve heard that there’s a herb in these deep mountains that can only be found at night?"

When you were parking, the homeowner naturally asked about your reason for being there. At the time you casually mentioned you were a researcher without getting into specifics, and she took up the role on her own, mentioning that you were likely there to look for a herb that only appears at night.

Although you weren’t interested in the night herb, it was a convenient excuse. This way, others wouldn’t pay too much attention to you and it would save them the worry that you were a criminal with ulterior motives.

The middle-aged uncle was taken aback and shook his head as he said with a sigh, "You guys, coming one after another. Those Night Charms were extinct decades ago. Now, let alone these two mountains, even the deeper ones that even the harvesting travelers don’t easily enter, you won’t find the Night Charm. Better head back, these mountains aren’t like the city parks you’re used to; it’s dangerous at night!"

You smiled and said, "Don’t worry, uncle, I often spend the night outdoors by myself, I’m used to it."

"But now the whole mountain is covered in white snow. Are you sure it’s okay to spend the night in the mountains alone?"

"No problem, I’ve prepared a sleeping bag," you said with a grin, "I’ve even slept hanging from a glacier cliff before, so a bit of mountain snow is nothing."

The middle-aged man glanced at you and sighed, "Young man, let me give you one last piece of advice. When you camp at night, make sure to keep a fire outside your tent that can burn until dawn, and no matter what kind of sounds you hear, do not leave the tent."

"Hmm, I got it. Thanks, uncle."

Seeing you ready to leave, the middle-aged man asked again, "Do you know mugwort?"

"I do."

"When you sleep at night, hang some mugwort with roots inside your tent, and burn some outside. It can ward off evil spirits."

"Alright."

Although you appreciated the middle-aged man’s advice, for you, such traditional folk repellents like mugwort were quite underpowered.

You were well aware that there were many evil spirits in the mountains.

Tonight the sky was clear, and the moon and stars shone brightly. Illuminated by the pale moonlight, you didn’t even need a Wolf’s eye flashlight, simply walking along the mountain paths.

Now, you were following a trail used by the mountain harvesters, walking at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

Although there had been sunny weather for two days and the temperature had risen slightly, there was still snow on the mountains, which would be dangerous for an ordinary person to traverse.

But for you, with your night vision ability, this was not a difficult task.

By around eleven o’clock at night, you had already crossed a Nameless mountain peak and were standing in a clearing in the woods next to a stream.

In such cold weather, it certainly wouldn’t be wise to set up a tent, especially with a thick layer of ice and snow on the ground; you couldn’t just pitch it on a snow bed, could you?

Of course, you weren’t planning on sleeping to begin with. Despite the large size of your backpack, it didn’t contain much in the way of overnight gear.

Looking around, you spotted a centuries-old tree ahead with many branches stretching out, one of which was positioned perfectly above the stream.

"Alright, it’s you."

With agile movements, Yuhang climbed up the large tree branches and casually hung his backpack on a neighboring branch, sitting cross-legged on the branch with his hands stacked in an extremely mystical handprint.

"Scenic Sect, open."

His voice was very light, as light as a mountain breeze caressing the treetops and leaves, silently blending into the murmuring of the wind.

"Gate of Life, open."

Before long, the air around Yuhang began to ripple with a strange fluctuation, an invisible life energy slowly converging around him, threading into his body, circulating a few times inside, and then condensing in the palms of his hands...

Seven days later, atop the mountains.

Yuhang was sitting cross-legged on a giant rock at the highest point of a nameless mountain peak.

At this moment, five crystal-clear water droplets floated in the air around him, slowly revolving around him as the center, in five different directions.

About ten minutes later, Yuhang slowly opened his eyes.

He twisted his neck, yawned, and said with a smile, "Mission accomplished, I can go back now!"

"Hmm?"

Just as he was preparing to stand up, Yuhang suddenly felt an unprecedented, mysterious ripple coming from above his head.

Looking up, there were three different types of Qi condensation swirling overhead.

Furrowing his brow in thought, he suddenly widened his eyes, "Could it be...?"

Without a moment to spare, he hurriedly pulled out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and the five Spirit Gathering Pills swiftly entered into it.

After securing the small porcelain bottle, he closed his eyes once again, mobilizing all the spiritual energy and life energy in his body, attempting to condense the three types of Qi.

Initially, the three types of Qi were untouchable, all his probing repelled.

Yet Yuhang quickly adjusted his strategy, enveloping the three types of Qi with life energy absorbed by the Gate of Life, and slowly began to fuse them together.

The fusion process was slow, so slow, so very slow, it was like watching a small snail climbing up a tree trunk under the bright sun, inching along, inching, inching...

The day after tomorrow is Little New Year’s Eve, and Yuhang must return to Yuhang, meaning he has at most one day left.

The trouble is, a day passed with the pace of a snail’s crawl, and the three types of Qi barely merged at all.

What to do?

Should he give up?

No way!

It had been difficult enough to persist up to this point!

Yuhang delved into his meditative state once more...

However, another day passed!

Today is the second of February, Little New Year’s Eve in the South!

Oh crap, what now?