Returning to his residence, Yang Heng retrieved Zhang Qiang's bundle. When he opened it and looked inside, the items made his eyes light up.
There was a banknote worth two hundred taels of silver, along with a perfectly preserved ginseng root. Judging by its age, it was around twenty years old. Its value was difficult to estimate; it was older and more precious than the ginseng he had received from the other masters at the medicine shop.
There were also five highly nourishing medicinal ingredients, capable of slightly increasing a Blood Strengthening Realm martial artist's vitality and raising their cultivation.
Lastly, there was a medicine book titled Compendium of Medicinal Materials. It was nearly two inches thick, thirty centimeters long, and twenty centimeters wide. It felt rather heavy in his hands.
It recorded the growth habits, medicinal effects, and appearances of all kinds of medicinal materials, depicted with lifelike detail.
Yang Heng was overjoyed. It was like being handed a pillow just when he was dozing off—effortlessly obtaining exactly what he needed.
When he had gone up the mountain to gather herbs before, he had found a medicinal plant with an extraordinary appearance in a wild wolf den. It looked like a small green blade of grass, yet red threads spread through its stalk and leaves, like a blood vessel running through its entire body.
At the time, he had felt that the herb was extraordinary and quite rare. Afraid of ruining it, he had stored it in a specially made medicine box. It was now hidden together with the Vajra Fist Manual in an uninhabited stretch of wilderness.
Yang Heng picked up the thick medicine book and carefully flipped through it. Before long, he found written and illustrated descriptions of the flower.
It said that this herb was called