Ginseng was the king of all herbs. Sixty-year-old ginseng was called sexagenary-cycle ginseng and already counted as a spiritual medicine, beyond comparison with ordinary medicinal herbs.
Even among the Firewood Gang's treasury, there were fewer than ten such ginseng treasures.
Song Qingshan was delighted at first, but when he saw the other man's cowering expression, his face immediately darkened.
"That brat Wei He ran off with it?"
".Yes."
Song Qingshan sent him flying with a kick, knocking him flat on his face like a dog eating dirt.
"Then what are you standing around for? Take men and find him!"
"Young Master, calm your anger. That brat Wei He has an older sister, and she ran off with him. There are only two of them, and they have no horses to travel on. They can't have gone far."
Only then did Song Qingshan's expression ease somewhat.
"Take several Great Accomplishment of Blood Qi experts. Bring back the ginseng treasure, and dispose of the people cleanly. Understood?"
Song Seventeen was overjoyed. This was exactly what he had been waiting to hear.
Wei He's family were merely ordinary hunters of the Firewood Gang. His parents had died early, leaving only his elder sister Wei Ying to raise him.
Wei Ying's looks could only be called delicate, but her body was lush and enticing. Song Seventeen had once secretly watched her bathe, only to be badly beaten by that brat Wei He.
Wei He possessed some innate divine strength. Though he had only practiced a few crude moves, even three to five sturdy men were no match for him. He could even fight someone capable of manipulating Blood Essence.
By all rights, such talent should have been discovered long ago. But Song Seventeen had relied on his status as Song Qingshan's household servant to