All along the way, Yue Qianchou kept muttering to himself. What exactly was Spirit Nurturing Grass for? And who was this Grandma Ma Jiu? Anyone whom Elder Fei, the man in charge of Myriad Fragrance Garden on Fu Xian Island, addressed as "Aunt" had to be no ordinary figure. The thought made him somewhat nervous.
The female disciple leading the way kept glancing at Yue Qianchou. Naturally, it was not because she had taken a fancy to him. With his utterly ordinary appearance—the sort that ranked at the very bottom even among ordinary people—few would likely find him appealing. She was muttering to herself as well. Who was this person? Elder Fei had personally borrowed him from the Alchemy Pavilion, so why was he being sent to tend Spirit Nurturing Grass?
The female disciple suddenly recalled a rumor from several days ago. A Rogue Cultivator disciple holding a Fu Xian Token had joined Fu Xian Island and become a disciple under Elder Guan of the Alchemy Pavilion. It was said that dozens of elders had fought fiercely over the Fu Xian Token in that Rogue Cultivator's possession, and in the end Elder Guan had obtained it. That Rogue Cultivator's name seemed to be Yue Qianchou. Could this be him?
With that thought, the puzzle in her heart was solved as easily as a knife cutting through bamboo. When she looked at Yue Qianchou again, a trace of pity appeared in her eyes.
Yue Qianchou felt depressed and took in the scenery of Myriad Fragrance Garden to ease his troubled heart.
All around them grew every kind of spirit herb, each variety occupying its own plot. Amid the faint, secluded fragrance, quite a few beauties were bent over at work. Myriad Fragrance Garden contained every sort of terrain—high hills, low hollows,