As soon as Lu Yuanchu said this, all the True Persons looked at him, their gazes turning strange.
"Lu Yuanchu, do you think immortal herbs are cabbages? Aren't these dozen or so enough? How many more do you want?"
Yue Wangchuan slightly raised his eyelids as he looked at Lu Yuanchu, his tone unfriendly.
Yue Wangchuan was burning with eagerness. He had been stuck at the peak of the True Man Realm for years. The moment he saw the Primal Spirit Fragments, his heart stirred. If he did not cling tightly to Fang Mo's thigh now, then when would he?
Lu Yuanchu did not care about Yue Wangchuan at all. He merely said calmly, "I'm considering this for junior brother Fang's sake. Immortal herbs are highly tempting, but how many people can merely a dozen or so plants draw in to help? If there aren't enough immortal herbs when the time comes and we cannot exchange them, wouldn't that disgrace our Taichu Peak? Isn't that right, junior brother Fang?"
With a wave of Fang Mo's hand, nearly a hundred immortal herbs immediately appeared above the great hall. The spiritual energy emanating from them formed a hazy spiritual mist throughout the hall.
"Damn, so many?"
Lu Yuanchu abruptly rose to his feet, his face filled with shock.
He had thought Fang Mo must have kept some in reserve and could not possibly have taken everything out, but he had never expected him to possess so many.
"Since when did immortal herbs become so abundant?"
"Wonderful! Leader, with these immortal herbs, why would we worry about lacking powerful experts to assist us?" Xiao Jingsheng slapped the armrest, his face brimming with excitement. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Fang Mo was nearly on fire.
"My heavens, so many immortal