81: Chapter 81 Using Flowers to Offer to Buddha! Shuyao, this immortal herb is for you as a snack.

On the outskirts of the back mountain of Medicine Valley, an ancient octagonal pavilion with flying eaves stood quietly halfway up the mountain.

Overlooking from here, most of the blue stone medicine huts and the neatly arranged spiritual fields of Medicine Valley could be seen at a glance. A breeze blew by, bringing with it the light sound of the forest, while a few snow-white spiritual cranes strolled leisurely by the stream not far away.

Yan Shuyao was sitting upright on the stone bench in the pavilion.

Her azure, wide-sleeved flowing fairy dress swayed gently in the breeze, and her smooth, dark hair was neatly pinned behind her head with a white jade hairpin.

The massive true essence of the early Soul Transformation Stage circulated slowly in her Meridians like a docile river, endlessly, no longer having the stagnation caused by testing medicines in her early years.

Yan Shuyao's thoughts, however, were not on this Heaven-Defying cultivation at all. Her warm, water-like beautiful eyes were constantly fixed on the end of the fallen leaf path deep in the dense forest.

On her cheeks, there still remained some blush from the Heaven-Grade Pharmacy.

Whenever the domineering yet affectionate kiss from that man in green robes appeared in her mind, along with the words "I don't want to just be your patient," her heart, which had been silent for over a hundred years, grew full of tenderness and longing, like soil watered by spring rain, uncontrollably.

She had already given everything of herself to that man without reservation.

Rustle, rustle...

A light and composed sound of footsteps, stepping on the thick withered leaves, came from far to near.

The worry in Yan Shuyao's eyes instantly turned into a gleam of joy. She lifted her skirt and walked out of the pavilion with a light figure.

Sunlight passed through the gaps in the canopy, and Gu Yi, in a green robe, walked slowly out of the shadows of the dense forest with his hands behind his back.

His expression was gentle, and a faint, refreshing smile hung on the corners of his mouth. Not only was he not stained with any mud or blood from the depths of the dense forest, but he also exuded an aura of an immortal untainted by the world.

"Gu Lang."

Yan Shuyao walked quickly to Gu Yi and very naturally stretched out her jade hand to tidy up the sleeves that had been slightly wrinkled by tree branches. After confirming that there were no traces of fighting with Vicious Beasts on him, she finally felt relieved.

"The depths of that dense forest are full of poisonous miasma and insects and beasts that haven't seen the sun for years. Did Gu Lang encounter any trouble?" Yan Shuyao asked softly.

"Thank you for your concern, Shuyao. It was just clearing away a few poisonous weeds growing in dark corners that were an eyesore; it doesn't count as any trouble."

Gu Yi downplayed the matter of crushing Ye Fan with one finger. He took the opportunity to hold Yan Shuyao's soft, boneless jade hand and led her back into the pavilion.

The two sat down by the stone table.

Gu Yi picked up the spiritual tea Yan Shuyao had poured for him, took a light sip, and as if remembering something, a meaningful glimmer flashed in his deep black eyes.

"By the way, when I was clearing those weeds just now, I happened to find a little thing in a rock crevice that looked quite pleasing. Thinking you are proficient in medical theory, you might like it, so I picked it up."

Gu Yi's tone was extremely casual, as if he had casually picked a wild flower by the roadside for someone to admire.

While speaking, he slowly extended his left hand, which had been hidden in his wide sleeve, and laid it flat in the center of the stone table.

Hum—

With the opening of Gu Yi's five fingers, a rich aura of vegetation creation, almost materializing, erupted in the pavilion like a long-suppressed volcano.

The ordinary plants and trees around that were still swaying in the breeze, at the moment this aura rippled out, actually bent their branches and leaves in unison, as if meeting a king.

The Spiritual Qi within a hundred feet was uncontrollably rushing towards the stone table, forming a small vortex of Spiritual Qi.

Yan Shuyao's gaze froze the moment it touched the object in Gu Yi's palm.

It was a strange Immortal Plant that emitted a faint purple light throughout its body. Its roots were like a coiled Dragon, and its leaves were crystal clear, as if carved from the purest purple marrow jade.

The most incredible thing was that on the purple leaf veins, nine golden patterns exuding ancient Dao rhymes were neatly imprinted. These nine golden patterns were natural, connected head to tail, and there were faint sounds of Great Dao Sanskrit flowing within them.

Having been the Valley Master of Medicine Valley for over a hundred years, Yan Shuyao had read all the strange flowers and plants in the world, and Medicine Valley's treasury was filled with countless Spirit Medicines that were hard to find in the outside world.

But at this moment, this medical immortal who was famous in the Central Plains had her dignified and beautiful face filled with unprecedented shock and dullness.

"This... this is..."

Yan Shuyao's breathing became extremely rapid, and her ample chest heaved violently. She didn't even dare to reach out to touch it, for fear that a single slight movement would disturb this legendary divine object.

"nine nether yellow spring grass... And looking at the nine accompanying golden patterns on the leaves, this Immortal Plant's age has probably completely crossed the one-hundred-thousand-year mark!"

Yan Shuyao's voice trembled violently, and even her moist, beautiful eyes welled up with water due to extreme shock.

One hundred thousand years!

In today's cultivation world where Spiritual Qi is becoming increasingly thin, a ten-thousand-year Spirit Medicine is enough to make the Elders of those large Sects fight to the death. A thirty-thousand-year Spirit Medicine is regarded as a treasure by major Holy Lands and is never easily shown to others.

As for a one-hundred-thousand-year Immortal Plant, it only exists in the oldest medical classics and those ethereal myths and legends.

This is a peerless divine object that can truly defy the heavens and change fate, bring the dead back to life, and even help Cultivators at the Peak of the Soul Transformation Stage forcibly open the door to Dao Integration!

It is no exaggeration to say that if the purple Immortal Plant in Gu Yi's hand was leaked to the Central Plains, the entire cultivation world would fall into a real storm of blood, and countless old monsters in closed-door cultivation would crawl out of their graves at all costs to snatch it.

"Good eyesight, worthy of being the Valley Master of Medicine Valley."

Seeing Yan Shuyao's dull appearance as if she had seen the end of the world, Gu Yi laughed softly.

He didn't care about the terrifying value of this Immortal Plant that could subvert the cultivation world, and directly pushed it with a casual wave, pushing the one-hundred-thousand-year Immortal Plant emitting purple fluorescence directly in front of Yan Shuyao, as if pushing a worthless Chinese cabbage.

"Look at its purple and gold brilliance; it looks quite unique, and it actually matches your outfit today."

Gu Yi supported his chin with one hand, his voice lazy and gentle.

"I'll give this thing to you, take it as a snack to taste, or refine it for fun. If it doesn't taste good, crushing it and feeding it to the spiritual cranes outside is also fine; it all depends on Shuyao's happiness."

Listening to Gu Yi's indifferent words, Yan Shuyao was completely stunned.

Her worldview suffered an unprecedented violent impact at this moment.

Taking a one-hundred-thousand-year Immortal Plant that could trigger a catastrophe in the cultivation world as a snack? Feeding it to spiritual cranes?

How could anyone in this world talk about such a level of peerless divine object as casually as inferior candy from a roadside stall?

"Gu Lang... you... do you know the true value of this one-hundred-thousand-year Immortal Plant?" Yan Shuyao swallowed, trying to make her voice sound steady. "Such a divine object, if the Young Master refines it himself, your Nascent Soul Middle Stage Realm could be perfected in an instant, and you could even directly forge a supreme Soul Transformation Foundation..."

Gu Yi did not wait for her to finish speaking, but stretched out a slender finger and gently pressed it on her warm, soft red lips.

"Its value, how others define it, I don't care. In my, Gu Yi's eyes, its only value is to make my woman smile with joy in this pavilion."

Gu Yi's eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, reflecting Yan Shuyao's shocked face.

"No matter how precious a dead object is, it is ultimately just an object. As long as Shuyao likes it, let alone a mere one-hundred-thousand-year plant, even if you want the stars in the sky, I will pick them for you to play with as marbles."

These love words, which were extremely arrogant yet deeply affectionate, combined with the real one-hundred-thousand-year Immortal Plant on the table.

Turned into an irresistible torrent, completely destroying the last trace of reason and restraint in Yan Shuyao's heart.

Yan Shuyao looked at Gu Yi fixedly.

In those gentle eyes, shock and dullness gradually faded, replaced by a kind of determination like a moth to a flame and a deep, devoted infatuation.

She did not refuse again, nor did she care about that priceless Immortal Plant.

This dignified and beautiful Valley Master of Medicine Valley, this top expert who had just stepped into the Soul Transformation Stage, made a move that all Medicine Valley Disciples could not imagine.

She stood up, stepped directly over the stone bench between the two, and sat on Gu Yi's lap without hesitation.

Yan Shuyao stretched out her snow-white arms and hugged Gu Yi's neck tightly. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and actively, passionately, and even with a bit of clumsy fawning, imprinted her red lips heavily on Gu Yi's lips.

This was a passionate kiss that needed no words.

It contained the submission of a medical immortal abandoning all status and position, and contained her desperate attachment and devotion to this man.

In this ancient pavilion, the sunlight pulled their figures long.

Yan Shuyao leaned tightly against Gu Yi's chest, her gentle voice carrying a hint of the hoarseness of passion, and made the heaviest oath in Gu Yi's ear.

"Shuyao's life... everything of Shuyao... from now on, lives only for Gu Lang alone. For generations to come, never to change until death."

Feeling the warm, soft body in his arms that was trembling slightly due to excitement, and listening to this heavy oath of allegiance, Gu Yi's large hand held her slender waist.