Half a day later, the spirit herbs in the herb field had become much sparser, and the ground was pocked with holes.
Zhao Sheng carefully placed the last Scarlet Fire Ganoderma into his Storage Bag.
Next, he took out the spirit herb seeds he had prepared long ago and carefully scattered them over the vacant patches in the herb field, finally covering them with soil.
After finishing all this, Zhao Sheng suddenly realized that he had run into another thorny problem.
What about that Azure Blood Treasure Tree? His Storage Bag had limited space; he simply could not take it with him.
Kill the chicken to get the eggs? Zhao Sheng would never do something so foolish.
As long as the Azure Blood Treasure Tree remained alive, it would produce an endless supply of azure blood.
Slow and steady was the true path!
After considering it for a while, Zhao Sheng decided not to touch it for now.
Not only that, he temporarily abandoned the thought of extracting azure blood.
Drawing out azure blood would inevitably have a tremendous impact on the treasure tree's growth.
At this point, an even greater ambition had already arisen in Zhao Sheng's heart.
If he waited until his next life... Thinking of that wonderful future, Zhao Sheng could not help but smile.
Time! It would always stand on his side.
After resting for a moment, Zhao Sheng took a pickaxe from his Storage Bag and slowly walked to the pile of rubble before the mountain wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Amid the repeated sounds of digging and striking, Zhao Sheng began his journey of carving out a tunnel.
The spirit vein had to be hidden within the mountain.
What Zhao Sheng needed to do now was carve out a passage leading to the spirit vein.