Chapter 3: Money Making Plan

  Su Qing finished reading the last page and closed the book, but her mood still couldn't calm down for a long time. In front of greed, can kinship really be treated as fleeting clouds?

  This senior brother, named Tang Daofeng, was a descendant of an ancient martial arts family. At the age of 20, he unexpectedly obtained a spatial inheritance in an abandoned mountain cave and became a disciple of Qinglian Gate. He began to cultivate the Linggong method and three years later broke through the first layer of the method before starting to cultivate the Golden Needle Secret Manual.

  Jin Zhen Secret Scripture is a magical needle technique that must be combined with the input of spiritual energy in the body to apply, through different acupoints on the human body, to cure various diseases. However, it has a limitation, at least reaching the second layer of Nourishing Spirit Skill can be practiced.

  Tang Daofeng has been practicing for twenty years, and even though he hasn't broken through the second layer of the Golden Needle Secret Manual, he is already a renowned divine doctor far and wide, widely acclaimed by people. As long as there's still a breath left, Tang Shenyi can pull someone back from the hands of death.

  The principle of carrying a jade tablet to atone for one's guilt, how could Tang Daofeng not know? So, all these years, apart from his exceptional medical skills, he didn't dare reveal too many unusual things, but unexpectedly, after being cautious for so many years, he was ultimately ruined by his own family.

  At that time, the Tang family was only a middle-ranking family in the ancient martial arts world. The head of the household, Tang Haotian, was his own father. Once, his father returned with serious injuries and after diagnosis, it was found that his heart and pulse were broken, but relying on his deep skills, he could still hold on to a breath.

  Facing his father who was on the verge of death, Tang Daofeng naturally wouldn't hold back and almost exhausted all his spiritual energy to pull his father back from the gates of hell.

  Tang Hao Tian, who was certain he had no chance of survival, woke up to find his heart and pulse perfectly fine. The power that hadn't broken through in many years seemed to be subtly stirring, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. When he learned it was his son's doing, a thoughtful expression floated onto his face.

  Half a year later, one day Tang Hao Tian was practicing and got possessed by the fire, Tang Dao Feng was called to save him. During his focused treatment, Tang Hao Tian who had already been disordered in breathing and chaotic in internal energy, opened his eyes at this moment.

  At this time, Tang Daofeng was concentrating and had no time to look around. When he realized something was wrong, his wrist was already being held by his father, and the spiritual energy inside him was wildly flowing into his father's body in an uncontrollable manner. In extreme terror, he tried to withdraw his energy but found that his meridians were sealed off, unable to escape. He could only watch helplessly as he grew weaker and weaker, staring at the person in front of him with a pained and bewildered gaze - this father who had been called so for many years, yet had taken away all his cultivation.

  Before losing consciousness, I vaguely heard my father say, "Don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. This extraordinary skill on your body can only be wasted in vain. If I had it, it would be different. I could make our Tang family flourish and become a top-notch martial arts family..."

  As she wrote to this point, what happened afterwards was unknown, but Su Qing could confirm two things: first, Tang Daofeng was no longer in this world, otherwise she wouldn't have been passed on through space; second, after being deprived of his powers by his father, Tang Daofeng hadn't died, or else there wouldn't be this notebook.

  For the sake of power, or perhaps something else, they can even sacrifice their own children. This shocked Su Qing to the extreme, but also served as a warning to her: no matter what this world was like, whether there were still ancient martial families or even more powerful existences, she couldn't let anyone discover her Inverse Heaven Space inheritance. Even including her mother and younger brother - it wasn't that she didn't trust them, nor was it that she was indifferent to familial bonds; rather, in times of crisis, she could sacrifice herself for them without hesitation, but she didn't want to test them with this matter.

  Putting aside her heavy emotions, Su Qing picked up the Nurturing Spirit Technique and, according to the explanation above, sat down cross-legged on the ground and began to cultivate.

  Time slipped away quietly, and in the blink of an eye, three hours had passed. Inside her body, there was a faint, almost imperceptible flow of energy running through her veins. If it weren't for the feeling of this energy warming her up and making her feel exceptionally comfortable, Su Qing would have hardly dared to believe in its existence.

  The first step of summoning the spirit is successful!

  Opening her eyes again, the joy was self-evident. Su Qing got up and walked out of the bamboo house. What entered her field of vision was a vast expanse of barren yellow land with almost no vegetation in sight. This couldn't help but leave one perplexed - she wasn't the first owner of this space, so why was it still so desolate?

  It's no use worrying about these things, Su Qing decided that it would be better to make good use of this piece of land.

  When she came out of the house, it was already late, and her mother had made a simple dinner: cornmeal pancakes stuck to the pot, winter melon soup, so plain that there wasn't even any oil slick in the soup.

  The current situation at home, except for this house in the village which is barely passable, is almost nothing. When my father was ill, all our savings were spent, and in the past six months, my mother has been unable to farm and can only make some embroidery in town to exchange for money.

  In the past, if embroidery was done well by hand, one could earn a lot of money and make a good living. However, nowadays, except for collecting and decorating, basically no one buys embroidered products. Even for collecting and decorating, it's only people in big cities who would buy them. In this rural area where birds don't even leave droppings, who would have spare money to buy such things?

  Although mother's craftsmanship is good, it was born at the wrong time! Being able to barely support herself for half a year is already quite good.

  Su Qing ate a corn pancake, drank a bowl of oil-free soup, pushed away the bowl and chopsticks, looked at her brother Su Xia's pale skin that was almost like paper, and his weak small hands that were trembling and could hardly hold the chopsticks. A pang of pain struck her heart.

  Congenital kidney disease! Originally difficult to absorb nutrients, let alone now almost no oil and water in the winter melon soup, it's no wonder that you're not weak?

  The most important thing now is to find a way to earn money to supplement Su Xia's nutrition. If things go on like this, he won't be able to save enough money to see a doctor before he becomes so weak that he dies.

  Although she could have treated him herself, it was a prerequisite that at least three years had passed, and Su Xia's current body absolutely couldn't hold on until then.

  Alas! Making money is really too difficult for a 13-year-old like me now. Farming? No, not enough strength. Hunting? Don't know how. Picking mountain goods? Can't exchange for much money either.

  However, thinking of buying mountain goods, Su Qing thought of those books about herbal knowledge in space.

  Yes, she can go up the mountain to pick medicine!

  Medicinal materials, especially wild ones, are worth much more than mountain goods and are less likely to arouse suspicion.