After throwing up nearly everything he had eaten that morning, Luo Chuan finally felt much better. At the same time, he heard what Yao Ziyue and the others were saying.
Experiencing life...
There were too many misunderstandings, and Luo Chuan could not be bothered to care anymore. Instead, he began observing the legendary Medicine Valley with great interest.
Unlike Lingyun Academy, Medicine Valley sprawled across an unbroken mountain range. It was still early morning, and wisps of white mist drifted through the surroundings. The distant peaks were hazy and indistinct, while pavilions and towers seemed like something from an immortal realm.
From time to time, sounds like muffled thunder rolled in from afar. No one knew what was happening. The spiritual energy around them was extraordinarily dense and active, and the air was filled with the faint, pleasant scent of spirit herbs.
The Teleportation Array was located in a plaza atop a certain mountain peak. The entire mountain seemed to have had half of it sheared away by some terrifying force. The ground was flat and smooth, forming a seamless stone platform. Those alchemists with nothing better to do had even specially forged it.
In some ways, alchemists and artifact refiners did share common ground. Both wielded the power of flame, using spiritual power to assist with fine control. Many alchemists knew a few artifact-refining techniques, and it was not difficult for them to learn. It was basically part of their everyday entertainment.
The plaza was connected to other mountaintops by translucent corridors suspended in the air. Below lay a chasm thousands of meters deep, where a great river surged through the valley floor. All kinds of plants emitting faint, ghostly glows grew from the cliff walls.
This was one of Medicine Valley's areas for cultivating spirit herbs.
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