Super-Strong Perception

Over on West Mountain.

Master Four-Eyes was drenched in sweat, droplets falling onto his notebook and blurring the writing.

Young Master Huo stared in shock. "Their luck just won't end!"

Master Four-Eyes wiped his sweat. "Don't worry. They're all Ten-year Ginseng! I'll finish calculating soon!"

Cheers of "Damn!" rang out continuously from East Mountain.

Meanwhile, sweat poured ceaselessly down West Mountain.

Finally, Master Four-Eyes suddenly looked up. "Done. Start digging!"

Then.

Young Master Huo and more than a dozen attendants had fire in their eyes. They scattered in all directions and charged toward the spots Master Four-Eyes had indicated.

A moment later.

Young Master Huo's laughter rang out. "Hahaha! A master truly is a master!"

He raised a string of glass beads into the air. "Our first ginseng is a Hundred-year Ginseng! It's worth ten of theirs!"

Then.

Quite a few attendants finished digging as well. They had uncovered four Hundred-year Ginseng, along with several Ten-year Ginseng!

Young Master Huo laughed wildly. "Sure enough, strength is the standard by which everything is measured!"

At that moment, Master Four-Eyes also revealed a sinister smile.

He had long known that West Mountain's resources far exceeded those of East Mountain. After his calculations just now, West Mountain could still yield at least another hundred Hundred-year Ginseng!

That Number Eight brat would never surpass him, even if he dug East Mountain clean!

What's more.

Those low-class residents on East Mountain, who had stumbled into such absurd luck, had already dug out the second area and were now searching aimlessly!

On East Mountain, Striving Youth wiped the sweat from his face and shouted, "Number Eight Sang, we've finished digging this area! Is there any more?"

Liu Di smiled deeply. "Of course there is. I was afraid you'd wear yourselves out, so I let you rest.