Going to Your Ancestors' Graves

The Spirit Herbs here were no low grade.

Chen Changqing crouched and dug up a blue-leafed Spirit Herb with a jade spade, placing its roots and the soil around them into a Jade Box.

Then he picked two red-striped fruits.

As soon as the fruits entered the box, white frost formed on the inside of its lid.

He did not stop.

On the west side of the herb garden, a golden ganoderma grew in a crack between white stones.

Jade-colored veins ran across its surface, and pale-gold medicinal sap had congealed around its roots.

The moment Chen Changqing approached, a stabbing pain shot through his Primordial Spirit.

It was not a warning of danger. The herb's potency was so great that it stirred his sea of consciousness.

He took out an empty Jade Box and laid a layer of spiritual energy around it.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword slid half an inch from its sheath. With a flick of its tip against the crack, he pried the ganoderma free.

The whole golden ganoderma came away from the white stone and fell into the box.

Its fragrance surged out.

Chen Changqing sealed the box at once.

The instant the lid closed, three lines of small characters appeared on its surface.

Jade Marrow Golden Ganoderma.

Strengthens the Primordial Spirit.

Can be refined into a divine pill.

Looking at the Jade Box, Chen Changqing felt the taut cord in his heart loosen a fraction.

This was a real gain.

The Jade Marrow Golden Ganoderma would be of great use to him.

His greatest weakness now was neither swordsmanship nor lightning arts, but his cultivation level.

At early Tribulation Crossing, he could only enter a Heavenly Lord's battlefield by relying on his trump cards and timing.

If his Spiritual Sense failed to keep pace, his