Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 395: Chapter 40: Setting Up the Spiritual Plant Cabin

“Ancient Spiritual Plants,” “Immortal Garden Oddities,” “Spirit Extracts and Strange Tales”…

Young Master Ning Zhuo pored over the books painstakingly, his brow furrowed.

These were not merely simple introductions to rare and exotic herbs; they were truly profound cultivation tomes that delved into the planting, pruning, nurturing, and seeding of numerous Spirit Plants and more.

Some of the rare herbs mentioned were so scarce that even the authors of these books lacked practical experience. Nevertheless, by means of solid theory, the authors had deeply deduced their cultivation methods.

The contents were too profound for Ning Zhuo, so much so that although he could see the explicit explanations in the books, when it came to practical application and slightly extrapolating steps forward, he found himself plunged into a state of confusion.

Ning Zhuo understood the reason.

“The cultivation knowledge taught in the family school is indeed basic. But it’s only the most rudimentary of basics.”

“What I’m reading now is the high-end portion. There’s an important transition missing in the middle that makes it difficult for me to comprehend.”

Fortunately, among these encyclopedic records, there was a cultivation plan for Spirit Hidden Willow.

Only one book lacked any mention of Spirit Hidden Willow but did offer enlightenment about the wisdom of a similar Spirit Flower.

Of course, Ning Zhuo wouldn’t follow the books to the letter.

Because next, the soil, water, and other materials still needed to be purchased from Ten Thousand Medicine Valley.

Once any observant person summarized Ning Zhuo’s purchases, it would be easy for a Cultivator skilled in cultivation from the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect to guess that Ning Zhuo intended to cultivate the Spirit Hidden Willow.

Although Ning Zhuo could not comprehend the principles of the cultivation plan, by comparing multiple cultivation plans in the books, synthesizing them, and making slight improvements, he could still manage it.

He immediately immersed himself in the world of books, spending several two-hour periods devising a final plan.

He presented this plan to Sun Lingtong, who couldn’t find any flaws. Sun Lingtong was also a novice in this area.

“To be safe, it’s better to still use the Spirit Hidden Willow to revise the final plan!”

Ning Zhuo also worried about the error of missing by a fraction of an inch and thus being off by a thousand miles.

Ning Zhuo first mixed a jar of Spirit Water, entered the Storage Cabin, and took out the Spirit Hidden Willow.

He placed the Spirit Hidden Willow on top of the large jar, immersing its roots fully into the richly Spiritual Energy-infused Spirit Water.

This was a method he learned from the encyclopedic cultivation records, to be used in an emergency.

Standing under the Spirit Hidden Willow Tree, Ning Zhuo extended his hand to pat its robust trunk, “Spirit Hidden Willow, oh Spirit Hidden Willow, I didn’t want to use you. But these texts are truly difficult to understand. I’m afraid that the cultivation method I’ve improved will hurt you.”

“So, first I’ll rely on your power to help me review it.”

“What I am doing is for your own good.”

Ning Zhuo sighed, and without any wind, the willow branches gently brushed his face.

The youth in white looked up at the tall willow tree and revealed a relieved smile, “I understand now; you want a stable environment to live in, right? Let’s begin then.”

Having said that, Ning Zhuo took out a Cushion and once again sat cross-legged under the tree.

He took out his revised plan, along with the many Secret Books he had acquired, and began to comprehend.

Willow leaves detached from the branches, scattering around Ning Zhuo, and the diffusing dots of jade light made Ning Zhuo seem ethereal, like a transcendental immortal.

Yuanlai Mountain, Martial Arts Arena.

Lin Shanshan, light as a swallow, attacked Ning Zhuo.

Her palms moved lightly, creating breezes that were unpredictable and elusive.

Ning Zhuo’s gaze sharpened; he stepped forward, his body gliding like a travelling dragon, effortlessly avoiding Lin Shanshan’s palm winds. He moved to her side and with a jolt of his fists, the howling punch winds directly targeted Lin Shanshan’s waist and abdomen.

Seeing this, Lin Shanshan swiftly turned to avoid Ning Zhuo’s attack and then struck with both palms. In a moment, her palm shadows multiplied and surged towards Ning Zhuo like a tide.