I Can Copy Everything Without Limit Chapter 4

Despite the peculiar scent of Meridian Grass, its taste was anything but pleasant—it was profoundly bitter. Yet, this bitterness was a minor concern for Wei Lulin.

As the chewed Meridian Grass entered Wei Lulin’s body, searing pain erupted through him, contorting his features. He had braced himself for discomfort during the meridian repair, but the sheer intensity of the agony was staggering.

The torment was so overwhelming that Wei Lulin felt death would be a welcome release. The pain threatened to erupt in a howl, but remembering the presence of others in the courtyard, he stifled the urge, his hands clenching the bed’s edge.

Wei Lulin’s fortitude was his salvation, enabling him to withstand the pain without succumbing to unconsciousness or crying out. He could even perceive the slow mending of his damaged meridians.

Unseen by Wei Lulin, the grueling process of meridian restoration was simultaneously forging his mental resilience. Though these gains wouldn't be immediately apparent, they would profoundly shape his character and overall development in the long run.

The meridians form the bedrock of a martial artist's cultivation journey. In the nascent stages of his training, Wei Lulin’s capacity to discern the intricate network of his meridians would prove an indispensable advantage for his future cultivation and breakthroughs in his practice.

A five-year-old Meridian Grass harbored only a modest quantity of Qi, which was rapidly depleted within minutes, managing to mend merely a third of a single damaged meridian.

Wei Lulin had initially calculated that approximately one hundred five-year-old Meridian Grass stalks would be sufficient to fully repair his meridians. However, following his recent ordeal, he realized that a hundred stalks might only mend a quarter of the damage.

This implied that to completely heal all his meridians, he would require no less than four hundred stalks of Meridian Grass.

Yet, even four hundred might prove insufficient. A minimum of five hundred would likely be necessary, accounting for the body's inherent resistance to potent medicinal herbs. Initially, a single Meridian Grass plant yielded substantial results, fixing one-thirtieth of a meridian; however, as time wore on, it would be a triumph if one plant could mend even one-sixtieth.

Wei Lulin remained unperturbed by this daunting assessment.

Initially, despite the bleakness of his situation, Wei Lulin held onto a fragile thread of hope. Nevertheless, he acutely understood that his prospects were infinitesimally small, nearing absolute zero. In the Yao Country, artifacts capable of mending meridians were exceedingly scarce. Considering his standing and identity, encountering such a treasure in his lifetime seemed improbable.

Now, armed with his newfound ability to copy and paste, should Wei Lulin manage to procure Spirit Locking Stones, he would possess the means to restore all his meridians.

Spirit Locking Stones, while a form of Spirit Stone, possessed minimal spiritual energy. Cultivators who had reached Level Four of the Qi Refining Stage or higher seldom employed them, preferring to utilize Low Grade Spirit Stones of Grade Ten. As a result, across the Eternal Continent, Spirit Locking Stones were not particularly rare and could be acquired through monetary exchange.

After exhausting the final reserves of Qi from the Meridian Grass, Wei Lulin allowed himself a brief respite before consuming the second and third stalks.

While thirty-one stalks of Meridian Grass might not seem substantial, to mitigate excessive mental and physical strain, Wei Lulin observed a rest period exceeding thirty minutes after every three stalks, dedicating this time to sensing the healing of his meridians.

By the time he had ingested all thirty stalks, the first light of dawn was breaking, and his damaged meridians had experienced a recovery of nearly one percent.

Despite remaining awake throughout the entire night, Wei Lulin felt invigorated and even somewhat refreshed. After attending to his hygiene, he rose and proceeded towards the storefront situated in the front courtyard.

Wei Lulin harbored no grand aspirations of ruling the world. However, given that fate had guided his soul to this realm and bestowed upon him the miraculous gifts of copying and pasting, he felt a profound obligation to cherish this fortune. To neglect it would be a grave insult to the heavens.

“Tiger’s Head Grass, an eight-year-old specimen, not categorized as a medicinal plant, valued at seven copper coins!”

“Grass ginseng, fifty years of age. Its medicinal properties are moderate, and it does not command a high market price, valued at ten copper coins!”

“Earth gallbladder, twenty years old. Its medicinal properties are potent, and it is priced at 3 silver coins in the market!”

With a burgeoning hope for cultivation and a clearly defined objective for advancement, Wei Lulin’s perspective had undergone a profound transformation. He now possessed a concrete strategy for accumulating wealth and the unwavering determination to execute it.