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Chapter III Spirit Stones

It was just as Elder Jiang had said, almost no one came to the shop. At least, Wang Hao hadn't thought of visiting customers for the past month. The past two months had been very fruitful for Wang Hao; at least some of the most common Chinese herbs could be recognized and given a name. Elder Jiang not only knew a lot of Chinese herbs, but also a great Chinese medicine, and according to what Elder Jiang said, he was 82 years old this year, the heir of his line, Shen Nong, was also very surprised. Shen Nong, who didn't know that he was an ancient god level existence.

Winter passed, and spring arrived. Another year passed. Although his cultivation speed wasn't very fast, the change was still very obvious. At least his body was stronger now, and he wasn't afraid of the cold in winter, so he felt refreshed every day. After a few months had passed, Wang Hao had seen Elder Jiang's family members once. During the new year, a girl and a son came to the small shop to pay their respects to Elder Jiang. During the whole process, they didn't say much, as if they were unsatisfied with the fact that Elder Jiang was guarding this medicine store.

As usual, Wang Hao closed his eyes to rest. Elder Jiang was lying on a rattan chair by the door, reading and basking in the sun. A middle-aged couple brought a four or five-year-old boy to the entrance of the store and asked carefully, "Is this Divine Doctor Jiang's hospital?"

Wang Hao was stunned. Godly Doctor Jiang? Who is it? But then he remembered that Grandpa Jiang's surname was Jiang, so he casually replied, "This is the Jiang family herb shop. The one at the door is Grandpa Jiang, and the owner of this herb shop. I wonder if it's the Divine Doctor Jiang you're looking for." The middle-aged couple respectfully bowed towards Elder Jiang at the door and asked, "Are you Divine Doctor Jiang? Could I trouble you to take a look at my son? He has been to many different hospitals and couldn't be examined for reasons." Elder Jiang put down the book with a smile and waved towards the little boy, "Come, this little guy will come over to grandpa's place." Afterwards, he checked the child's pulse, and after saying the three simple words, he frowned and walked towards the inner hall. At the same time, he called over Wang Hao, saying that this was the true ancestor's thing.

After almost two hours, under the gratitude of this couple, they left the medicine store. As they left, they placed a card on the counter, and from the sounds of it, the couple's surname was Li, or something like a rich person. Wang Hao didn't pay any attention to them.

For the rest of the day, Elder Jiang taught Wang Hao traditional Chinese medicine and the Golden Needle Art, while telling him some old stories about adulthood. Wang Hao's understanding of the preferred acupuncture points became more and more thorough. How could he not know about the acupuncture points when he was cultivating?

After such a long time of contact, Elder Jiang could see what kind of martial arts Wang Hao was practising. As the saying goes, 'poor man is rich in martial arts', and the main reason why Wang Hao needed it was because it consumed too much money. As long as you had your own money in the shop, Elder Jiang would tell Wang Hao that as long as he wanted it, he wouldn't give him much money. In any case, his own children didn't like important business, so when he went there, he might as well sell the medicine shop to Wang Hao and call him Wang Hao to take whatever he wanted. Wang Hao had also seen all the herbs without any spiritual energy in them. They were all ordinary Chinese medicinal herbs.

That night, Wang Hao was still meditating as usual. Elder Jiang came to his bedroom and told him to go down to the basement to take a look, where there were some medicinal herbs that he had collected all these years, as well as some of the things passed down by his ancestors. In his generation, there were some things that he had no use for, some of which he didn't even recognize.

Following the rumbling of the stone door, Wang Hao and Elder Jiang arrived at the basement. There wasn't a single trace of mold in the dark room, but there was a faint, sweet smell. Although it was very faint, it was still spiritual energy. The room was not big, with two rows of wooden shelves neatly placed on each side. On the shelves were the medicinal ingredients that Elder Jiang had collected and some things that had been passed down from his ancestors. Following the source of the spiritual energy, Wang Hao found two walnut-sized rocks. He was too excited because he knew these were spirit stones recorded on the cultivation method. Even though they were only the lowest grade of spirit stones, he was still excited. But no one knew? Elder Jiang smiled when he saw his happy expression and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you. I accidentally discovered this when I went to pick the herbs and felt that it wasn't something ordinary, so I casually left it somewhere." Wang Hao hurriedly asked where he found it. Elder Jiang said that it was a very distant place and that it was best not to go there. It was very dangerous, so Wang Hao knew that Grandpa Jiang didn't want him to take the risk. Grandpa Jiang's eyes were filled with disappointment. Perhaps it was because none of his children were willing to inherit these things. Wang Hao didn't guess, but his eyes were attracted by something in the corner.