The cultivators' gazes swept over one another, and every face looked somewhat dazed. Everything that had just happened was truly too mysterious—like an illusion, yet not an illusion. Could this be the wonder of the Natural Immortal Art?
That strange man just now had called himself the master of this place. What exactly was his relationship with the Spirit Flower Fairy?
All manner of questions surfaced in their minds.
However, at this moment, the cultivators did not think too deeply about it. Everyone's gaze fell upon the object before them.
"This is..." the Palace-dressed Woman cried out in surprise, covering her mouth.
"Ten-thousand-year Polygonum Multiflorum."
Evil Fire Ascetic's face was also filled with pleasant surprise.
Once one's strength reached their level, thousand-year spirit herbs were no longer worth mentioning, but treasures of ten thousand years were still something one could only meet by chance and not seek by force.
"Fellow Daoist, those words are mistaken. How is this any ten-thousand-year thing? It is clearly an object that has gained sentience. If this venerable one has not guessed wrong, it is the true body of that strange man just now." The Brocade-robed Big Man's voice entered their ears. Though these words were only a deduction, his tone was extremely certain.
It was no wonder he said so, because the Polygonum Multiflorum before their eyes was utterly different from ordinary spirit herbs. At a glance, it actually looked somewhat like a ginseng fruit. Its entire form had already become humanoid. Unfortunately, it was far too ugly; its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were vivid to the extreme, exactly like that strange man just now.
"An object that has gained sentience!"
When the cultivators present heard this, every expression grew heated. Spirit herbs were also divided into grades, and treasures that had gained