Published: March 9, 2025
“In this place, there once grew a ginseng plant that had existed for countless years. Although the plant has long since withered away, its essence still remains here…” In the dense forest, the Sword Spirit pointed at a spot beneath their feet. “For a ginseng to leave behind its essence, it must be over ten thousand years old… and this is no ordinary ginseng. Dig it up carefully, using elemental force confinement to secure the area. Once it’s excavated, immediately store it in the nine calamity space and mix it into the pharmacy. If even a bit of the essence is lost, you’ll have nowhere to cry.”
Chu Yang was sweating profusely as he began to do the hard labor.
After digging down three zhang, he clearly felt a wave of warmth surging up, causing him to frown slightly. He continued to dig down, when suddenly a milky white shadow shot out from the ground with a whoosh, flying away like lightning.
That swiftly flying white shadow crashed right into the elemental force confinement circle set by Chu Yang, landing with a thud on the ground. Chu Yang looked over and saw a small mass of milky white chaotic energy. Although it was tiny, it was filled with the purest life essence. He waved his hand to grab it, turning it over and over. “Is this the ginseng essence?”
The Sword Spirit nodded. “And it’s already formed a bit of consciousness, clumping together and not dispersing—truly a good thing. What are you standing there dumbfounded for? Are you mesmerized? Hurry and send it into the medicinal field, place it in the area of ginseng… The spiritual medicine there will immediately rush to absorb this energy, and its quality will significantly improve.”
Feeling a surge of urgency, Chu Yang quickly followed the instructions and sent it in.
Sure enough, upon sensing this extremely pure energy, the Jade Snow Spiritual Ginseng and all the other ginsengs stirred their branches and leaves eagerly, displaying a sense of urgency. As he poured it out, various life forces erupted fiercely, each vying to grasp a piece and pull it toward themselves…
The scene was akin to a tug-of-war, with everyone exerting all their strength.
Witnessing the fierce competition made Chu Yang’s brows twitch. Wasn’t this just a bit too anthropomorphic?
Could it be any more exaggerated? Could it?!
“There’s a Blue Blood Purple Spirit Mushroom over there, at least fifty thousand years old.”
“There’s the essence of He Shou Wu here, with at least sixty thousand years of age.”
“Here’s a Heart of Jade Red Ginseng, top-quality goods. Be extra careful while digging…”
With the Sword Spirit's continuous guidance, Chu Yang kept on laboring, collecting one “top-tier” spiritual medicine after another. He felt as if even his soul was singing with joy, not feeling the slightest bit of hardship.
This harvest seemed truly monumental, just as the Sword Spirit had said—striking it rich.
However, Chu Yang also understood the principle of moderation. For each type of spiritual medicine, he only took one; no matter how many there were, he only took one. For the rarer types, he tried to find seeds to plant in the nine calamity space's medicinal field, ensuring that the original plants remained untouched.
After all, this was the stronghold of Young Master Wei's Elf Clan, and there would be many more places in need of spiritual medicine in the future.
If Chu Yang were to completely strip it clean? That would be too inconsiderate. They had been generous to him, and how could he not return the favor?
As he wandered around, Chu Yang finally discovered that this abandoned city was filled with palaces and residences of all sizes. Previously hidden in the void, with the energy emitted by the Spring of Life growing stronger, they slowly began to reappear one by one.
A vibrant greenery burst forth.
In the distance, Young Master Wei stood atop the grandest roof of the Elf King's Palace, watching the waves of lush greenery emerge, palaces materializing in the City of Spirits. Countless green energies began to converge and swirl in the air, causing him to shed tears of joy.