Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 997 - 993: So It Was You Behind the Scenes!

Chapter 997: Chapter 993: So It Was You Behind the Scenes!

However, Ginsengfruit’s gaze became notably serious, because just then, he clearly saw that the Death Energy on the middle-aged man’s body had not been entirely extracted.

Ginsengfruit, confident in his abilities, couldn’t believe he couldn’t deal with even a bit of Death Energy.

The only explanation is that the middle-aged man agreed to coexist with it.

Otherwise, there could be no other possibility.

"Uncle, you really need to take care of your body. If you overwork and deplete your Primordial Energy, it’s very hard to replenish.

In the future, if possible, you should climb mountains less and rest more."

While expressing gratitude, Ginsengfruit had already started fishing for information.

The middle-aged man, feeling the changes in his body, didn’t suspect Ginsengfruit’s identity as a medical apprentice at all.

He even wanted to befriend him, since medicine with such a good effect is quite rare.

However, he was still somewhat resistant to the idea of needing rest due to his weak condition.

"I usually have a strong body. I don’t know what happened today, but I’ll definitely take good care of it when I get back."

Ginsengfruit chatted casually with the middle-aged man and his companions.

Soon, Ginsengfruit extracted the information he was fishing for.

Just before the middle-aged man fainted, he and his companions had gone to a cave behind the Mountain God Temple.

The road to that side is difficult, so not many people go there.

Their reason for going was to find herbs, and they found some astragalus.

Inside the cave, there were some stone carvings, and since they were already there, they decided to pray.

Ginsengfruit’s intuition told him that this cave must be the crucial place.

Immediately, he informed the middle-aged man and his friends that he had other matters to attend to and left.

For ordinary people, the rugged hill path is hard to navigate, but for Ginsengfruit, it was no different from flat ground.

Soon, he arrived at the cave.

The vicinity of the rear hill is sparsely populated, and even those coming here for herbs don’t necessarily visit the cave to pray.

Perhaps that’s why, although many come here, few are chosen by the Death Energy.

The surroundings of the cave were covered with moss, and there were a lot of withered weeds and fallen tree branches nearby.

At a glance, it was clear how desolate the cave was.

Ginsengfruit stepped inside, and the conditions were much better than outside.

Though simple, it was dry and clean compared to outside, with some prayer mats even placed under the stone carvings.

However, those mats were so tattered that their original shape was unrecognizable.

Ginsengfruit lightly touched each stone carving but found nothing amiss, nor any trace of Death Energy.

"If the Death Energy isn’t coming from these stone carvings, then from where did those people’s Death Energy originate?

And why would they willingly coexist with the Death Energy? Perhaps, unknowingly, they made a promise or exchange?"

With this thought, Ginsengfruit pretended to be just another ordinary person praying, feigning a devout attitude.

"Dear gods, bless me with the fulfillment of my desires!"

Everything around showed no reaction, as if his suspicions were unfounded.

But Ginsengfruit was not someone who gives up halfway. He knew his suspicion was likely correct.

Only, there was certainly an omission of some special ritual or step.

Suddenly, he recalled the middle-aged man’s claim that they came here to find herbs.

Only afterward did they visit the cave and decide to pray.

Ginsengfruit squinted, thinking he had grasped the key point.

He immediately exited the cave and started searching around.

Many people knew about the herbs here, but few could recognize them.

Unintentionally, those who visited the rear hills had a lowered chance of being influenced by the Death Energy.

After a brief search, he found some honeysuckle at a precarious cliff edge.

Raising his hand, Ginsengfruit gathered a handful of honeysuckle.

After some thought, he also collected some astragalus and returned to the cave.

As soon as he knelt on the prayer mat, he sensed a surge of energy.

Ginsengfruit repeated the earlier plea, "Dear gods, bless me with the fulfillment of my desires!"

As the words settled, a chilly breeze came.

To ordinary people, such a breeze wouldn’t prompt any suspicion or alertness; they’d simply think it normal for mountain winds to be cold.

But to someone skilled in Mystic Technique, the breeze clearly contained trace amounts of Death Energy.

Ginsengfruit offered no resistance, allowing the Death Energy to pass through him.

A minor contract formed within Ginsengfruit’s body.

Ginsengfruit: ...

So, that’s how it was—the rear hills, herbs, cave, and prayers. Those meeting all these conditions were the "chosen ones" by the Death Energy.

Ginsengfruit opened his eyes, then raised his hand, unleashing a Gang Wind to cleave open the gap previously passed through by Death Energy.

An almost entirely decayed ginseng, exuding thick Death Energy, had merged part of its body with the surrounding rocks.

This ginseng appeared to have gained spirit, yet was on the brink of death.

Ginsengfruit glanced at the honeysuckle and astragalus beside him; although they appeared fine, their medicinal properties had vanished once the Qingfeng blew past. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"So, it was your doing!"

The ginseng spirit not only drained the essence of those herbs but also contracted with humans who prayed here, consuming their life forces.

Thinking himself a Ginsengfruit, yet having this ginseng spirit cause the deaths of many, Ginsengfruit instantly felt implicated.

"You’re done for, facing me!"

Despite its struggle to survive within the rock crevice, the ginseng spirit sensed Ginsengfruit’s intense anger through their contract.

And the power Ginsengfruit possessed, which greatly frightened it, left it terrified.

It wanted to flee, but having merged with the rock, it would have to leave half its body behind...

However, the ginseng spirit clearly didn’t realize that no matter what choice it made, there was no chance of escape from Ginsengfruit.

A stick-thick Heavenly Thunder emerged from Ginsengfruit’s hand, striking the ginseng spirit.