Zhao Lei didn't waste much time after seeing the people outside the door. He endured the pain and slowly walked to the door. Holding the token in his hand, he waved to the sky, and the invisible formation was cracked.
Zhao Lei opened the door. Wang Heng outside the door lowered his head. He could only see the corner of his white clothes. Then he smelled a strong smell of medicine, but he did not dare to look up at all, for fear of angering the immortal master. .
He lowered his head, respectfully picked up the food boxes in his hands, and said:
"Master Immortal, this is your spiritual meal."
"Um."
Zhao Lei responded, then glanced twice, then picked up the stone box from his hand and closed the door.
It wasn't until he heard the door closing that Wang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly stepped back. After he was far enough away, he let out a long sigh of relief, and then trotted away from here.
It was too terrifying for Wang Heng. He didn't even dare to express his anger just now, for fear of losing his life here, and there was no place to reason.
When other people mentioned that they could serve the immortals and work in the Immortal Sect, they only saw envy in their eyes. How could they know the dangers involved.
Among the ordinary people, at least there is the court, which will take care of any life-related cases to some extent, and there are also rules for killing people to pay for their lives and paying debts for money.
But it's different in the sect. These immortal cultivators have absolute power of life and death over ordinary servants like them.
If these handymen did not enter the realm of immortality before the age of thirty, they would always be able to be humble servants, or they would be expelled from the sect after taking some silver.
Although they belong to the lowest level here, apart from the fact that sometimes their lives are not guaranteed, in other aspects, they are much better than outside.
At least he would not have to worry about food and clothing, and he would also have the opportunity to practice immortality, become an immortal, and pursue immortality.
So even these handyman opportunities had to be fought for. After thinking about it, Wang Heng returned to the handyman room with a silly smile on his face, and repeated the work day after day. In order to pursue that slim chance of cultivating immortality.
Zhao Lei returned to the room with the food box and put it on the table. It was a maroon, simple food box, divided into two layers. After Zhao Lei opened the lid, there were three dishes on the top, two meat and one vegetarian.
Zhao Lei couldn't tell what it was exactly, but as soon as he opened the food box, a scent of fragrance hit his face, and Zhao Lei's saliva immediately gushed out. It was not like he had never eaten delicious food.
But this was the first time that Zhao Lei had a craving for food after seeing it for the first time. It was as if a villain in his mind was telling him to eat these things quickly.
Food with such a delicious taste and flavor is nothing short of the spiritual meal eaten by immortal cultivators, and is completely incomparable to ordinary grain foods.
Their cooking skills may not be so flashy, but the ingredients represent everything.
Zhao Lei took out the top layer and placed it on the table. Below was the staple food of rice. The rice was also clearly divided and fragrant.
A few simple dishes and a bowl of rice. Watching Zhao Lei move his index finger, he took one bite of rice and one bite of vegetables and swept all these delicacies into his stomach.
Zhao Lei originally thought that these meals were not enough, but he did not expect that just a few simple dishes and a bowl of rice would make him full.
Moreover, Zhao Lei was seriously injured and his body was completely exhausted. After eating this spiritual meal, he actually felt warm all over. There was no sign of overdoing it. He had specially prepared it for himself.
Zhao Lei now feels as warm as soaking in a hot spring, and every inch of his body is enjoying this comfort.
But what followed was a heartbreaking itch, and Zhao Lei seemed to be able to see the flesh and blood in his body intertwining with each other, healing and growing.
This is a message of improvement, but the process is unbearable torture.
After three sticks of incense, this feeling gradually subsided, and Zhao Lei was covered in sweat, and even his clothes were soaked. He felt as if he had just been caught in the rain, and his whole body was wet.
Zhao Lei stood up again and jumped on the spot. His body was actually much better than before, and the pain was almost gone. This simple meal saved Zhao Lei a lot of time for self-cultivation.
Of course, there is also a lot of Dan Yuanzi's contribution to this. If he hadn't saved Zhao Lei who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and coupled with the accumulation of those elixirs in his later period, Lingshan would not have achieved such good results all of a sudden. The effect is caused by many factors.
While there was still some effect that had not disappeared, Zhao Lei guided the power of these medicines and refined them, preparing to reuse those acupoints.
Zhao Lei decided to restore the Qi Practitioner's cultivation first.
Because these are acupuncture points that Zhao Lei has already opened, there is no need for separate prescriptions. He only needs to extract the essence into mana and then refill them.
When the last trace of medicinal power disappeared from Zhao Lei's body, he also filled twenty acupuncture points again, gaining some ability to protect himself.
But there is still a long way to go to restore all useful acupoints.
Zhao Lei used the magic power and walked around among the acupuncture points, and found that only 86 acupuncture points were still useful. Fortunately, most of them were still useful.
If they are all restored, and combined with Zhao Lei's monster-like body, their strength should not be much worse than the elders of Lingyu Sect.
Zhao Lei moved his body, it was sticky and he felt very uncomfortable.
Now that there is no magic power in his Dantian, it is far less convenient than before.
So Zhao Lei could only walk out of the room, prepare to find a bathhouse, and then wash himself.
But Zhao Lei searched around the yard and found that there was neither a kitchen nor a bathhouse, not even a place for grain reincarnation.
Only then did Zhao Lei remember that this was originally the residence of Dan Yuanzi, an orthodox cultivator of the sect who always ate spiritual food, drank morning dew and ate sunset.
So there is no such worry at all, and there are no such debris to be discharged.
But Zhao Lei can't do it now. Now he is in trouble. It seems that he can only dig the hole by himself.
As for going out, Zhao Lei is not familiar with this sect at all, so going out rashly is not a good choice.
Even if you want to take a bath, you can only wait until night and simply clean it with water from the water tank in the yard.
With no other choice, Zhao Lei walked around the yard and returned to the room. If he wanted to go out, he would have to take him with him, or at least recover part of his cultivation first.
As for the spiritual herbs in the medicine garden, Zhao Lei didn't know why Dan Yuanzi left the spiritual herbs here when he rejected him?
And he took a look at it, and it was basically recorded in the pharmacopoeia.
They have various effects. They can be used to refine Qi-gathering pills and beauty-nourishing pills, but there are none that are full of energy and can restore Qi and blood, so they cannot be used by Zhao Lei.
Seeing this, Zhao Lei couldn't help but feel distressed. Those treasures of heaven and earth that he had left behind in Pingyang City were more valuable than all of them put together.
