Falling in Love to Escape the Original Book Plot [BL]-Chapter 392: Spiritual Plants Master Challenge 2

After choosing, Shen Xu went to his worktable and began working.

First, he removed several cauldrons from his storage ring, poured spiritual water into them, and soaked the blood clotting grass seed and the materials for the nutrient solution.

When that was done, he began preparing the planting pot.

This part was easy.

After putting space soil in the pot and loosening it, he buried five soil enriching earthworms in it, and left the pot to rest for an incense stick.

An incense stick later, he removed the blood clotting grass seed from the spiritual water, planted it in the pot, and moistened the soil with spiritual water.

This was not the end, though.

If left alone, the seed would germinate after several hours.

However, Shen Xu didn’t have time to wait for the seed to germinate naturally. Knowing this, he placed his hands above the pot and began forming hand seals.

An hour later, a light green radicle broke out of the soil, and the double smiled in relief.

’It’s more taxing than I expected.’ He thought, but was nevertheless happy with his progress.

’The initial germination is done, and I won’t need to promote growth for another hour. While waiting, I will begin refining the nutrient solution.’ He thought.

After that, Shen Xu began refining the nutrient solution, completely oblivious to the world around him.

"Senior sister Zhang germinated her seed in a cup of tea, but fellow Daoist Shen needed one hour. As expected, it’s really too hard for a fire spiritual root cultivator to become a spiritual planter." A spectator said and shook his head with pity-filled eyes.

"Am I the only one who thinks there is something strange about this challenge?" Someone asked in an uncertain voice.

"What do you mean?" Another asked.

"Isn’t the blood clotting grass..." The speaker started, frowned, and after finding the right words, he continued.

"Isn’t the blood clotting grass too ordinary?" He finally said, and one of his companions nodded in agreement.

"I have also been thinking that." The person said and quickly continued.

"The blood clotting grass is a common spirit grass that can be found on roadsides. Why grow it for the challenge? Shouldn’t they have grown something more challenging?"

"What do you know?!" A female cultivator said and began explaining.

"Blood clotting grass is common and can be found everywhere in the wild. However, it’s not easy for spiritual plant masters to grow it."

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that the surrounding people were waiting for her answer, the female cultivator swallowed and continued.

"For some reason, eight out of ten stalks of cultivated blood clotting grass mutates into bloodletting grass." She said and sighed before continuing.

"The blood clotting grass and the bloodletting grass look exactly alike. If a cultivator mistakenly takes the bloodletting grass, they will bleed endlessly and may lose all their blood."

"Is it so serious? Can’t a mistake be corrected with a blood clotting grass?" He asked, but the female cultivator shook her head.

"It’s not that simple." She said.

"Only the golden yarrow grass picked between two and six in the afternoon can promote blood clotting after taking the bloodletting grass."

"I didn’t know it was so serious." Someone said and the female cultivator nodded.

"It’s why most spiritual plant masters don’t dare to grow the blood clotting grass. Can you imagine the consequences if someone mistakenly takes the bloodletting grass and has to wait until the next afternoon to get the suitable golden yarrow grass?" She asked, and the surrounding people couldn’t help but feel scared.

"It’s possible for someone to bleed to death without enough blood replenishing pills." One of the spectators said.

"I suddenly feel like I need to be more careful whenever I buy blood clotting grass." Another said.

"Do you ever buy blood clotting grass?"

"Now that you mention it..." The cultivator muttered and lowered his head in embarrassment.

After all, they were not alchemists.

Rather than spirit grasses, they usually bought pills and didn’t have to worry about buying the wrong thing.

That said, the information opened up a new dynamic.

"Will fellow Daoist Shen be okay? What if he mistakenly grows a bloodletting grass?" Someone asked.

"He will lose five points, and depending on his score for other aspects, he will draw or lose the challenge."

At this time, one of the spectators suddenly thought of something and turned to the knowledgeable female cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist, you mentioned that the bloodletting grass and the blood clotting grass look exactly the same. How can alchemists tell them apart?" The person asked.

"Cultivated blood clotting grass and bloodletting grass look the same. However, those that grow naturally in the wild are slightly different."

After saying that, the female cultivator sighed and continued.

"No one knows why such a thing happens when cultivating the blood clotting grass." She said.

"What about the bloodletting grass? Does it mutate to the blood clotting grass when planted?" Someone asked, but the female cultivator shook her head.

"Only the blood clotting grass behaves that way." She answered and shifted her attention to the stage.

Zhang Mei spent two hours refining her nutrient solution.

After using it, her blood clotting grass grew faster, and she took the lead with an obvious margin.

On the other hand, Shen Xu spent half a day refining his nutrition solution.

During that time, he urged his plant once an hour, but the result was a lot worse than Zhang Mei’s.

However, the double didn’t fret and continued to perfect his nutrient solution.

More than half a day after the challenge started, Shen Xu finally refined his nutrient solution and buried some in the pot.

The result was instantaneous!

In the blink of an eye, the limp grass gained vitality and began absorbing the surrounding qi greedily.

At the same time, Shen Xu used hand seals to urge growth, and the grass didn’t disappoint.

After an incense stick of hard work, the doubles’ blood clotting grass grew to half the size of Zhang Mei’s grass.

’Let the counterattack begin.’ Shen Xu thought with a satisfied expression.