Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Bestselling Products of the Sect

“A cultivator’s original spirit ranks second only to their soul essence in importance. Even if every injury on her body is healed, she won’t wake unless her original spirit is restored,” Yuan Qi stated firmly. “I lack expertise in spirit-related spellcasting, so I can’t treat her.”

Elder Hang Ye and the others paled, despair flashing in their eyes. The room fell into heavy silence.

Yuan Qi then turned to You You, his gaze questioning.

You You sighed. They’d come this far—they couldn’t abandon the patient now.

She turned to Ling Qi. “Fetch Feng Rong. We need his help with the original spirit.” But she quickly reconsidered. “Never mind, he won’t listen to you. Where is he?”

Ling Qi pointed toward the back mountain. “Today’s the sunflower harvest. Master Feng went there at dawn with the Alchemy Masters to collect nuts.”

“…” So that’s where he’d been all morning.

After telling the Wuyun Sect group to wait, You You headed to the back mountain. Since developing his nut-roasting obsession, Feng Rong had claimed a vast plot there, tending it himself each harvest season.

She expected a long search, but rounding the hillside, she found the slopes swarming with disciples. Alchemy Masters, Beast Tamers, Formation Masters, Spellcasters—half the sect waved sickles and hoes, harvesting nuts with zeal.

You You blinked. Despite his temper, Feng Rong never disrupted disciples’ training for personal projects. Were they volunteering? Since when had he become so popular?

Her eyes landed on Feng Rong lounging in a makeshift pavilion, legs swinging as he sampled freshly delivered nuts. Disciples scurried to him, faces glowing:

“Master Feng! These eastern nuts are perfect for caramel roast—six parts done! One in a pill boosts its grade!”

“Nine parts is better! Their spiritual energy’s off the charts—great for talisman ink!”

“Seven parts! Versatile for formation devices AND flags!”

“Just save the burnt scraps for Spiritual Plants! They’ll sprout like crazy!”

“I just wanna eat them! Any roast works!”

You You: “…”

Since when were his nuts this hyped? Squirrel-brand empire incoming?

“Feng Rong!”

He shot up, darting to her. “You You!”

Disciples bowed. “Sect Master!”

Nodding curtly, You You grabbed his hand. “I need your help.”

“Sure.” He laced their fingers, tossing over his shoulder, “Dry the harvest at Second Peak. No moisture!”

As they left, You You explained Qin Hong’s case. “Focus on her original spirit. Only proceed if it’s safe—your health matters most.”

“Worried about me?” His eyes sparkled, squeezing her hand. “Don’t fret. I’ll wake whoever you want!”

You You: “…” Did he flunk comprehension class?

In the side hall, Feng Rong examined the unconscious Qin Hong. His brow furrowed.

“Well?” Elder Hang Ye blurted.

“Her original spirit’s torn—not by attack, but backlash.”

Elder Hang Ye whitened. “The ascension tribulation was treacherous. Our sect master… took extreme measures. Can it be fixed?”

Feng Rong shrugged. “The tear’s manageable, but the lightning energy inside’ll wreck her Cultivation post-recovery.”

Elder Hang Ye swallowed. “Just save her life.”

“Move her outside. I’ll set a spirit-stabilizing formation.” Feng Rong exited, tugging You You along.