No one asked how Meng Chen knew there were treasures in Mount Wuyi. Those who cultivated the Dao could not be judged by ordinary logic. This was the Primordial Wilderness—what immortal mountain did not have treasures? It would be abnormal if it had none.
In fact, once Meng Chen had some free time, he planned to visit the Five Sacred Mountains and the Three Islands and Ten Continents to see whether any undiscovered treasures remained in those Blessed Lands.
Meng Chen was greedy, but there was nothing embarrassing about admitting it. Cultivation pursued wealth, companions, methods, and land. The more resources one had, the deeper one's foundation, and the farther one could go in the future.
Meng Chen chose a mountain plain and descended onto it.
The plain was vast and boundless, covered in exotic flowers and strange grasses. All kinds of immortal beasts and birds thrived there, where the strong preyed on the weak and nature chose its survivors. It was filled with the breath of the wild.
"Fellow Daoist Zhu Yu, I'll leave it to you!"
Meng Chen looked toward the Zhu Yu Clan Chief.
In the past, the Chieftain of the Zhu Yu Clan had needed to join forces with other experts to investigate an immortal mountain. However, after listening to the five Saints' teachings, his cultivation had increased more than tenfold. He alone could complete the task Meng Chen had assigned him.
The Chieftain of the Zhu Yu Clan was full of confidence as well. He stepped forward and nodded. "Rest assured, Immortal Lord. The eyes and ears of our Plant Spirit Race are everywhere."
As he spoke, rings of green immortal light radiated from his body.
In an instant, a green storm swept through heaven and earth. Countless green seeds whirled through the sky with