Chapter 467: Chapter 467

Yang Yang shook his head. "Because he committed the gravest of sins; he was the one who concocted the fake medicine’s recipe. He is the root cause of everything. Perhaps because his sins are too profound, he must live to be 99 and endure all manner of suffering before going to the Eighteen Levels of Hell."

"Alright." Jing Shu shrugged and opened the medical box to perform some routine checks, making her appear very professional. In Hao San’er’s eyes, however, this was met with a look of disdain. He even scoffed, "Pfft!" then spat, sending a glob of liquid flying a considerable distance. His expression clearly said: "Someone as half-baked as you trying to figure something out? That’s a joke. The Hao family lad’s soul is suffering in the Eighteen Levels of Hell right now."

The Spiritual Spring couldn’t wake Hao Yunlai, so she wouldn’t waste it.

Jing Shu coughed twice, dropped the pretense, and took out the withered tree soaking in the red liquid. Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥

Yang Yang pointed at the withered tree, surprised. "Isn’t that the thing from the billionaire Job Sibus’s research institute in the United States? The one you exchanged for 50 Contribution Value?"

Jing Shu nodded. Yang Yang is indeed observant, she thought, which made her even more cautious.

Carefully, Jing Shu took out a knife and sliced open the withered tree. Indeed, after soaking for several days, the withered tree—which was neither Undead nor growing, and which even the billionaire’s research institute couldn’t manage—not only responded to Jing Shu’s treatment but had also sprouted a Blood-colored Crystal the size of a fingernail!

Jing Shu had long suspected these withered trees acted as converters, slowly transforming the red liquid into crystals. However, she didn’t know the difference between the Blood-colored Crystals and the red liquid, nor their specific uses or methods of application.

She carefully stitched up the wound on the withered tree and hesitated while holding the Blood-colored Crystal. Back then, she had touched the gate to the fourth dimension and nearly died, lacking a point of support. The Magic Cube Space had provided that support, and it was the Blood Crystal that had changed the timeline of her life.

It allowed her to return to the moment just before her body collapsed. However, her body would still feel agonizing pain. Time could not change memory, nor could it alter the fact that Jing Shu’s body had already been torn apart—the body retains such memories. It was just like when she had returned to ten years prior after dying in her previous life.

If my guess is correct, Jing Shu mused, such crystals should possess the trait of ’allowing a person to return to a certain timeline.’ For instance, if your body was riddled with bullets and beyond saving, the crystal could return you to the moment before you were shot. However, your body would still feel the pain of being pierced by countless arrows.

So, after all that, how is this supposed to be used?

"Right, the crystal can only exert its effect inside the withered tree! Back then, I felt it melting in my brain," Jing Shu clapped her hands. She drove the knife into Hao Yunlai’s left shoulder—the closest point to the heart and thus conducive to absorption—then quickly stuffed the Blood-colored Crystal into the flesh. Blood gushed out, and Hao Yunlai’s lips quickly turned ashen as his face paled.

Is it working? What on earth is she doing? Yang Yang didn’t understand. What Jing Shu is doing can’t be called a risk anymore, can it? Forcibly inserting something into his body... what on earth was that?

Jing Shu quickly stitched up the large incision and applied a rolled Black Pill before she breathed a sigh of relief. She then began to vigorously massage the wound, hoping the Blood Crystal would fuse quickly.

Hao Yunlai’s wound occasionally spurted blood, but that wasn’t particularly troubling. These things didn’t come with instruction manuals; she had to figure everything out herself. If the Blood-colored Crystal proved useless, she could cut the flesh open again in a few days and retrieve it. After all, the crystal was quite precious.

She had painstakingly collected the red liquid in the United States for over ten days, managing to gather only this small amount. Although she didn’t know what it could do, it was undoubtedly very precious.

After pressing a few times, Jing Shu felt the crystal shrink.

"There’s hope!" Jing Shu exclaimed excitedly. But unexpectedly, in the very next second, her mind was bombarded with wave after wave, as if someone were furiously ringing a bell by her ear. Jing Shu’s head thundered, seeming to resonate intensely with something else, and then she fainted.

It was Jing Shu’s second ’soul out of body’ experience. She watched, wide-eyed, as ’herself’—dressed in a dowdy, padded cotton jacket—fell to the ground. Even I think this outfit is too old-fashioned...

From a God’s Eye View, Jing Shu observed the entire house, still not understanding what had transpired. What’s wrong with me? Did I trigger something again? But I didn’t do anything.

Jing Shu rested her chin in her hand, starting to feel a little anxious. I’m not going to die just , am I?

"DRIP, DRIP, DRIP..."

At that moment, the sound of dripping water reached her ears. Jing Shu looked towards the center of her Magic Cube Space. She discovered that the central cubic meter—the very spot that produced only 20 drops of Spiritual Spring a day, no more and no less than exactly 1 gram daily—was now frenziedly gushing Spiritual Spring. Jing Shu could clearly hear the wonderful sound of each drop of Spiritual Spring landing.

What’s going on? The source that usually produces only 1 gram of Spiritual Spring a day is now producing like crazy? That must be dozens of drops already, three or four days’ worth! Jing Shu was both shocked and delighted. The preciousness of the Spiritual Spring went without saying. Every day, Jing Shu would dilute the Spiritual Spring according to a numbered sequence and distribute it for various needs. She and the fat chicken required a significant daily intake. Now, there was also ’Number 3’ to consider, in addition to the villa’s vegetable garden, her family, the pond, and so on—all of which needed Spiritual Spring.

The production of Spiritual Spring was already failing to keep up with Jing Shu’s consumption.

However, the Spiritual Spring was now dripping rapidly, making Jing Shu’s jaw drop in astonishment. But then she quickly realized what was going on!

The Blood-colored Crystal in her space, which she had risked her life to obtain from the gate of the fourth dimension and had been reluctant to use on Hao Yunlai just moments ago, was now visibly dissolving. It was converting into Spiritual Spring at an approximate ratio of 1:100.

While Jing Shu was thrilled by the explosive growth of the Spiritual Spring, her heart also ached; the Blood Crystal she had worked so hard to acquire was being devoured and transformed into Spiritual Spring. However, this also indicated that the Spiritual Spring’s volume could be increased not just by its own production but also by using other substances, crystal, as a substitute. The cost was a bit high, but then again, who could deny how amazing the Spiritual Spring was?

Jing Shu soon noticed that the newly produced Spiritual Spring seemed incompatible with the existing Spiritual Spring and was instead segregated into another corner. Even its color was a shade deeper. Does this mean the quality is better, or perhaps slightly inferior? Or does it have other uses? Jing Shu pondered.

This frenetic production lasted only a few minutes, and then a fist-sized quantity of new Spiritual Spring quietly floated into a corner of the Spiritual Spring Pool.

All the Blood Crystals were completely consumed. The red liquid, however, still lay undisturbed in the space. At that moment, Jing Shu finally began to regain consciousness, her head still feeling somewhat ethereal.

"OUCH, OUCH, OUCH..." Hao Yunlai also awoke, roused by the pain.