The continuous intensive cram school has wiped out all the joy of Sancho, so that now she has no real sense of her identity as a wealthy person.
However, her status as a wealthy person seems to be of no use when it comes to lighting up achievements in the alien plane.
Because no matter how many treasures there are in the ring, she can only watch.
Now even if you want to refine a bottle of corpse water, you have to dig up the herbs yourself.
Fortunately, she lives in the mountains now, so it is not difficult to dig out the materials for refining the corpse water.
Instructing the Resentful Infant to guard the house, Sancho found the original master in the utility room in the backyard of the Taoist temple where he usually dug herbs.
Taoist priests, more or less, know some pharmacology, and the original master lives alone in the mountains, so it is normal for him to have some tools for digging herbs.
Sancho even found a number of snake and insect repellent medicine packets in the original master's room. Although the medicine was not very effective, it could still be used.
Carrying a backpack and a medicine hoe, Sancho put two medicine bags on his waist and went up the mountain alone.
The resentful baby was very reluctant to leave her and followed her step by step for a long time before reluctantly going back to guard the house.
The original owner was a little girl. Although she was twelve years old, she had never gone to school or been to the mountains. Her literacy was taught by the original owner's master.
Because he has always lived in this mountain and has few friends of the same age and no contact with outsiders, the original owner was raised to be a little introverted and naive.
Of course, at best it sounds naive, but at worst it sounds like a lack of common sense in life.
This resulted in Sancho knowing very little about the world after living in this body.
While looking for the herbs he needed, Sancho thought about the "Master of a Nation" achievement released by the system.
The teacher in this "Teacher of a Nation" should not refer to the people's teachers who are hard-working gardeners in the conventional sense.
Most of the bodies that the system looks for for her are related to the achievements she wants to light up. For example, the body she used when she lit up the Master of Ceramics achievement for the first time was the adopted daughter of a servant of the Bian family in the pottery family.
So if nothing unexpected happens, this achievement of being a master of a country is probably a literal meaning, making her a magic stick, ah, a national master.
If this were placed in the ancient plane, this would not be a difficult task. If you keep pretending to be a god and a ghost, the position of national master will be almost within reach.
But the problem is that this is a modern plane similar to Aquamarine.
The country where the original owner lives is called Liang State. The original owner does not know his attitude towards ghosts and gods, and his master has not said anything about it.
But judging from the dilapidated state of the Taoist temple she took over and the fact that the gate could not be opened, Liang Guo's attitude towards ghosts and gods was probably not too optimistic.
In a modern society, and also a country with a very general attitude towards ghosts and gods, if she seeks a position of national counselor that has probably been extinct for a long time, she will definitely be labeled as promoting feudal superstition, and then spend the rest of her life crying behind bars, right? !
Sancho shuddered and shook this terrifying thought out of his mind.
Sure enough, the difficulty level mentioned by the system does not contain any water at all. This is not the least bit difficult.
Thanks to the blessing of absorbing the moonlight all night last night and the ray of purple energy in the morning, Sancho wandered in the mountains all day without feeling tired, and he also dug up a lot of herbs of very good quality.
I even discovered a lot of interesting things.
Looking out of the corner of her eye at the short white figure that appeared and disappeared behind her, Sancho felt that maybe the spiritual energy in this plane was not as bad as she thought. After all, even the spirits and other creatures were not extinct yet.
After Sancho completely walked out of the forest, the short figure behind her also stopped walking and did not follow her. Sancho did not point out, and returned to the Taoist temple with the basket on his back.
There are actually a lot of vegetables planted behind the Taoist temple, all grown by the original owner himself.
Otherwise, the original owner would starve to death before she could even wait for her to take possession of this body, given the frequency of the original owner's master never working, living in vain, and only going out to the mountain every ten days and a half.
After sorting the picked herbs and spreading them in the yard, Sancho looked at the statues in the temple. There were no gods or Buddhas on them, let alone any concentrated power of faith.
If that's the case, then the incense burner in front of them should be useless, right?
There was no incense anyway.
After emptying out the incense ashes and cleaning it, Sancho temporarily adopted the incense burner as his own and used it as an alchemy furnace.
In a few hours, Sancho refined more than a dozen bottles of corpse-transforming water. However, as there was no container to put it in, she could only find a bowl to put the refined corpse-transforming water in, and thought about going down the mountain to buy some porcelain bottles tomorrow. return.
Sancho sprinkled all the remaining corpse-transforming water at the bottom of the furnace on the corpse of his junior brother outside. The moment the stiffened corpse came into contact with the corpse-transforming water, it quickly melted into a pile of black water with no trace of its original form.
After a while, the pile of black water also evaporated into the air, leaving nothing on the ground, as if the corpse just now was just an illusion.
The resentful baby who saw this scene with his own eyes ran away in the distance in the blink of an eye, looking at the stove in Sancho's hand with fear.
Sancho ignored him and cleaned the stove, preparing to refine some other elixirs.
Seeing Sancho clean up the corpse-transforming water, Resentful Baby slowly came over again, lay beside her and watched quietly.
Sancho stayed up all night, refined a lot of elixirs, and placed them all on the ground beside her.
The resentful infant who had been watching Sancho didn't know when, but his eyes shifted to those pills, with obvious salivation in his eyes, but he resisted not moving.
Seeing the resentful baby who wanted to eat but resisted not eating, Sancho felt extremely tired but felt funny in his heart.
Despite its scary appearance, the resentful baby is actually quite cute, obedient and easy to use.
"Want to eat?" Sancho picked up a few pills and threw them in front of the resentful baby.
The resentful baby's eyes followed the elixir in her hand as it swayed up and down, and upon hearing Sancho's question, her huge head nodded vigorously.
"If you want to eat, consider me your master," Sancho said.
As early as the moment when the junior brother was killed by her, the Resentful Infant was ownerless. Originally, the Resentful Infant without an owner would dissipate on its own in a short time. However, when Sancho was practicing, he intentionally or unintentionally gave him some spiritual energy. So much so that it hasn't dissipated yet.
But it's not far away, now the resentful baby's figure is somewhat transparent.
The resentful baby seemed to have been waiting for Sancho's words for a long time. He couldn't wait to get closer to Sancho, hugged her hand and licked it. As long as Sancho was willing to give him a drop of blood, he would be Sancho's property from now on.
Sancho pulled his hand back, "But I don't have any resentment for you to grow. Do you know if you can practice in a different way in the future?"
Resentful Baby raised his head in confusion. He couldn't understand it if it was too complicated.
Sancho sighed helplessly. This resentful baby must have been refined just a few years ago. Although its resentment is strong, its IQ is really not good.
He forced a drop of blood from his fingertips, and instead of feeding it into the resentful infant's mouth, Sancho used the blood as ink to draw a mark on the resentful infant's forehead.
