"Spirit Herb Mountain?" A flicker of surprise flashed through the old Daoist's eyes. "Junior Brother, what do you mean by that? Spirit Herb Mountain merely has wondrous alchemy arts. Its cultivators' strength isn't worth mentioning. Even their sect master is only in the Foundation Establishment Realm."
"Hmph, Foundation Establishment Realm!"
Though the elder in the blue-green robe was the junior brother, he was clearly skilled at scheming. He laughed coldly. "Senior Brother, aren't you thinking of things a little too simply? I used to think the same way, but with the Heaven Dust Pill appearing this time..."
"What does this have to do with the Heaven Dust Pill?"
"Senior Brother, have you never thought about it? Spirit Herb Mountain's founding patriarch was originally thought by everyone to be nothing more than a Rogue Cultivator obsessed with alchemy. No one suspected he could be a Nascent Soul Realm expert, or that he had even refined a heaven-defying spirit medicine like the Heaven Dust Pill. How could a sect founded by him and passed down through his lineage possibly be made up of a pack of useless trash?" A trace of a cold smile appeared on the blue-green-robed elder's face.
"Junior Brother, you mean..."
"That's right. I suspect they've been pretending to be pigs to eat the tiger. Spirit Herb Mountain's strength definitely isn't third-rate. Though I don't know whether they have any Nascent Soul Realm experts, they certainly have no small number of Core Condensation cultivators. For a first-rate sect to keep such a low profile—if that isn't ambition, then what is?"
"Mm, Junior Brother's words make sense. Then we..."
"For now, we must not act rashly, but we can send disciples..."
The blue-green-robed elder's voice gradually lowered, and in the end, he even used sound transmission to discuss matters with