Compared to the bustling old goods market filled with clamorous voices, the medicinal herb wholesale market seemed very deserted.

The scant number of customers forced the shopkeepers to either sit together and play cards

or simply chat.

Therefore, when Shen Qiang walked into the medicinal herb wholesale market, the people looked at him as if he were a rare animal.

"I want to buy a thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma."

Shen Qiang asked the same question in over a dozen shops, and the shop owners looked at him with strange smiles, which made him feel a bit embarrassed.

But it couldn't be helped.

The little girl who sold flowers hadn't healed from a bone fracture; if Shen Qiang didn't save her, even if she survived, she would be disabled for life.

And to save her,

relying solely on modern medical skills was clearly insufficient.

The only hope was the Blood Ganoderma Discontinuation Ointment from the Medical Saint Inheritance.

Because this Blood Ganoderma ointment was a Spiritual Medicine, not a pill, it could be fully refined once entering the Spiritual Movement Stage.

Moreover, Shen Qiang had a Furnace Tripod inside his Storage Ring.

As long as he could gather the materials, refining it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Boss, I want to buy a thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma." After a series of rejections, when Shen Qiang asked a chubby shop owner,

the shop owner, adorned with a thick gold chain and a large gold ring, laughed.

"Thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma? Do you even know what Blood Ganoderma is?"

Shen Qiang frowned.

Blood Ganoderma, also known as Red Ganoderma, was an extremely rare and scarce variety among Ganoderma mushrooms.

Ordinary Ganoderma had magical medicinal values, beneficial for anti-aging, enhancing bodily immunity, lowering blood fats, regulating blood pressure, and protecting the liver, with miraculous healing effects.

But the biggest difference between Blood Ganoderma and ordinary Ganoderma was that it could regenerate flesh and mend bones.

Therefore, only the ointment made from it, the Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment, possessed such magical healing properties.

"Boss, I want to buy a thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma," said Shen Qiang, not in the mood to banter with the chubby shop owner, simply repeating his request.

The chubby shop owner laughed, "You see, if you want Ganoderma, there's plenty in the market, but Blood Ganoderma? Not to mention a thousand-year-old one, even ordinary ones are nonexistent."

"Of course, if you want a dyed Blood Ganoderma, just head straight in this direction to the back and take a left to the south. There, if you dare to ask for it, they can produce even ten-thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma for you."

Upon hearing the shop owner's words, Shen Qiang's heart sank.

Seeing Shen Qiang looking dejected,

the chubby shop owner frowned and said, "Brother, if you believe me, just buy ordinary Ganoderma. I'll pick out one with better appearance for you. Whether you buy it for a patient or as a gift, it'll do."

"But if you insist on buying Blood Ganoderma, then you'd better leave quickly. We're all legitimate wholesalers here. You can go over there where they handle retail as well; they'll have whatever you ask for."

Shen Qiang stayed silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you."

With that,

he turned and walked in the direction pointed out by the chubby shop owner.

Seeing that Shen Qiang still refused to give up,

the chubby shop owner muttered disdainfully, "What a young fool who knows nothing. Blood Ganoderma and ordinary Ganoderma are the same fungus, just a different color. Put them under a microscope for a cross-section, they're identical."

These words made Shen Qiang freeze!

"Fungus! Right, how could I have not thought about that!"

Shen Qiang's thoughts whirled, and he immediately appeared beside the Plague Source, his eyes excitedly fixed on the piece of fungus leaf solely inhabited by yeast, tentatively asking the Plague Source, "Can you change the fungus in your leaves?"

"Yiya?" The emotion coming from the Plague Source sounded a bit strange, as if it didn't understand what Shen Qiang was talking about.

Shen Qiang furrowed his brows slightly and rephrased, "What I mean is, can you spit out everything inside this leaf and then replace it with something else?"

Upon hearing these words,

the bewildered Plague Source immediately responded, and almost instantly, all the yeast inside that entire leaf was emptied, but at the same time, the leaf turned yellow in an instant.

"Daddy, Daddy, it hurts so much..."

The emotions transmitted by the Plague Source were incredibly clear, and Shen Qiang almost instantly felt the same discomfort, akin to the misery of vomiting even the stomach lining after being deeply intoxicated.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, but this time, you have to help me,"

After making his request, Shen Qiang turned back to the stall of the chubby owner and said, "Boss, I want to buy a piece of Lingzhi."

The boss laughed, "That's more like it. How big do you want it?"

"A small one is fine,"

"Thirty-five yuan per jin, this piece is two and a half liang, ten yuan."

Shen Qiang paid, secured the obviously cultivated Lingzhi, and turned to leave.

But to his shock, he discovered that holding the Lingzhi in his hand, along with the Plague Source, revealed no changes.

"Help me cultivate Ganoderma fungus," Shen Qiang told the Plague Source.

The Plague Source immediately agreed,

"Okay, Daddy."

But then there was no movement, and Shen Qiang became puzzled, "What are you waiting for?"

The Plague Source was equally baffled, "Nothin', nothin'."

At that moment, Qingxuan, who had been assisting Shen Qiang with his cultivation, suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, looked at Shen Qiang respectfully, and said, "Master, I am unsure how you communicate with this Plague Source, but if it resides in your Sea of Consciousness just like me,

"it means that inside your body is our entire world. If you want to give it something, the simplest way is to eat those things. That way, it can find them."

Hearing this, Shen Qiang was startled awake,

and he suddenly remembered the day the Plague Source germinated.

Back then, it was Xin Xiaoting who had sneezed unintentionally towards Shen Qiang. The type B influenza bacteria from her sneeze entered Shen Qiang's respiratory system, thus causing the Plague Source to sprout.

"I understand now!"

Shen Qiang's eyes gleamed, and he bit into the Lingzhi he held in his hand.

Hard!

Just like wood.

The taste was odd, bitter, and carried a musty wood flavour; it was not appetizing at all.

Seeing this, many of the owners around him bent over with laughter, looking at Shen Qiang as if he were a fool.

But at that moment, Shen Qiang didn't care about any of that.

As the first bite of Lingzhi was reluctantly swallowed,

the roots of the Plague Source burst forth, almost covering all of Shen Qiang's meridians.

"Want to eat, want to eat, want to eat!"

Shen Qiang felt oddly that the substances produced by the Lingzhi were immediately absorbed by it.

Then, Shen Qiang watched the Plague Source anxiously, particularly the leaf on the far right that had visibly yellowed, and saw slender fungal filaments within the leaf, growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Shen Qiang was ecstatic and, regardless of the distasteful Lingzhi flavor, kept biting off several more chunks.

He then joyfully observed as countless fungi flooded into the leaf, and during the frenzied evolution, the once-yellowing leaf was revived with lush green vitality.

"Blood Ganoderma and Ganoderma should be of the same fungus species, but during growth, Blood Ganoderma underwent evolution. So in theory, as long as the species is correct and they evolve sufficiently, Blood Ganoderma will definitely appear!"

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