Weaving magic robes is a rather delicate craft among the lower ranks of the cultivation world, using inferior "cloud spirit silk" to make robes worn by wealthy cultivators.

Often, it takes half a month to produce a semi-finished inferior magic robe, which is then handed over to the employer in exchange for a small amount of spirit yuan coins.

Only after the semi-finished robe is refined by an array master does it become a finished product. Generally, only the wealthy and the lofty immortals are qualified to wear magic robes.

"Brother, let me feed you some porridge."

Helen Spencer brought a bowl of porridge from the kitchen and personally fed him.

Henry Spencer wanted to drink it himself—his injuries weren't as serious as imagined—but this request was refused by his younger sister.

After finishing the porridge, his sister fed him medicine. The medicine tasted terrible, so Henry Spencer grabbed it and drank it all in one go, straightforward and decisive.

Helen Spencer was slightly stunned, feeling that her brother had changed in some indescribable way since waking up this time.

……

After their mother and sister went off to their tasks—

"Half a month? Are my injuries really that serious?"

Henry Spencer sat cross-legged on the bed, a faint smile on his lips.

He figured that while he was cultivating that breathing technique in his dream, his real body had already started to change. Therefore, in just this day and night, his injuries had healed much faster.

He slowly closed his eyes, letting the intent of the first layer of the breathing technique fill his mind.

In just a moment, Henry Spencer's mind merged into that peculiar, uneven breathing rhythm.

The restlessness and stray thoughts in his heart dissipated like smoke, gradually drifting away.

In no time, he had fully mastered the first layer of the breathing technique.

With the help of the breathing technique, his qi and blood began to flow smoothly, his vitality flourished, and his recovery sped up significantly.

Next, his breathing subtly changed again, entering the second layer of the breathing technique.

The whole process was almost effortless.

The second layer of the breathing technique was completed naturally.

"As expected." Henry Spencer smiled knowingly, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes.

He had already grasped the essence and secrets of the first two layers of the breathing technique in his consciousness space, integrating them into his heart. Cultivating them in reality was smooth and unimpeded.

As the second layer of the breathing technique circulated, Henry Spencer's qi, blood, and spirit became even more vigorous, steadily improving and strengthening.

Like this, he continued for half a day.

"Brother, you look so much better. The apothecary said you'd have to stay in bed for two months, but I don't believe it."

That evening, when Helen Spencer fed him porridge, she was amazed.

"Let me do it myself!"

Henry Spencer picked up the porridge and finished it in a few gulps. He also drank the medicine in one go, clean and efficient.

"Is there anything else to eat?"

Sitting on the bed, Henry Spencer stretched lazily, looking ravenous. After a whole day of cultivating the breathing technique, his stomach was empty.

If he wasn't worried about being too shocking, he would have gotten out of bed already.

Helen Spencer's mouth dropped open—how did he look like a patient at all?

The apothecary said he'd be bedridden for half a month—what a joke. Helen Spencer hurried to the kitchen and brought Henry Spencer a bowl of rice and two small side dishes.

As he picked up the bowl of rice, Henry Spencer caught a strange, fragrant aroma, and his appetite soared.

"Is this spirit grain?" Henry Spencer was shocked, his expression darkening slightly.

He knew very well that, given his family's circumstances, it was impossible for them to eat "spirit grain."

Spirit grain is a crop in the cultivation world, only grown in rare spirit fields. In wealthy families, if someone grows up eating spirit grain, even without cultivating, their physique might be stronger than that of people who train all year round.

"Mm, brother, you need to recover after your injury. When I was apprenticing in town, I saved up some spirit yuan coins and bought a small bag of spirit grain."

Helen Spencer lowered her head slightly and spoke softly.

Henry Spencer was silent for a moment, understanding his sister's good intentions, so he didn't refuse and finished everything in a flash.

"Is the price of spirit grain still rising?"

After eating, Henry Spencer took the opportunity to ask about current prices in the cultivation world.

"Yes, even inferior spirit grain has gone up to five spirit yuan coins per jin."

After tidying up, Helen Spencer went back to weaving magic robes.

Sitting on the bed, Henry Spencer's eyes flickered as he pondered to himself: I possess some memories and knowledge from before I was sixteen in my previous life, including a lot of useful information. I refuse to believe I can't earn some spirit yuan coins.

I must make sure my whole family can eat spirit grain!

After that, he resumed cultivating the breathing technique. After dinner, he was full of energy, and his cultivation was twice as effective.

The strange breathing rhythm of the technique stimulated his body, making his essence, qi, and blood exceptionally vigorous, flowing freely within him.

Whoosh!

Henry Spencer exhaled and jumped straight out of bed.

Once his qi and blood were fully circulating, most of his bruises had already healed.

"This breathing technique is truly miraculous."

Not wanting to alarm his sister and mother or be too shocking, Henry Spencer got back into bed.

That night, as he drifted into sleep, Henry Spencer once again entered the "sea of memory stars."

"Could it be that I can only enter here in my dreams?"

Standing atop the only bright star in the sea of stars, Henry Spencer asked in surprise.

"At your current stage, your spiritual power isn't strong enough to enter here at will."