A day passed, and Lin Xuan came up empty-handed.
Of course, he had not run into any danger either. It was not that Lin Xuan's luck was too ordinary—quite the opposite. Along the way, he had actually seen quite a few rare flowers and exotic herbs.
It was just that, compared to Lin Xuan's strength, the grades of these spirit medicines were far too low.
Never mind a freakish figure like Lin Xuan—even an ordinary Spirit Division Stage cultivator might not necessarily have thought much of them.
Although only existences at the Dongxuan or Spirit Division level could enter Lingbo Valley, that did not mean all the spirit medicines inside were of that grade.
Cultivating immortality, cultivating immortality—the further one went, the harder it became. High-level Cultivators were far fewer in number than low-rank cultivators, and the same principle applied to spirit medicines.
Although Lingbo Valley's environment was unusual, in the final analysis, low-rank spirit medicines were still the most numerous.
If a Core Condensation-level cultivator entered this place, then to him, treasures might well be everywhere. But in the eyes of an existence like Lin Xuan, that was not necessarily the case.
Though a mosquito's leg was still meat no matter how small, if a dime fell on the ground, would a billionaire be interested in picking it up? This comparison might not be entirely appropriate, but the basic principle was the same.
In short, those ordinary spirit medicines truly could not make Lin Xuan feel pleasantly surprised, so he had no interest in gathering them. To him, doing so was pure waste of time.
A stretch of desert appeared before Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's Escape Light slowed, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face. This was the tenth day since he had entered Lingbo Valley.