"He hasn't even identified the herbs in those five piles before making his selection. This is far too flippant."
As Qin Fengming rose and walked toward the spirit herbs, a voice rang through the hall from far beyond the stone platform. Though it carried no sonic power, it still reached those on the platform.
In truth, the speaker was not the only one who thought so.
Everyone on the stone platform, including Liu Pu and the other five Nine Ruins Mountain cultivators, could be said to share that opinion.
Liu Pu had only just brought out the vast quantity of spirit herbs. With herbs of similar auras obscuring one another within the five mountain-like heaps, no cultivator could easily identify what lay inside.
Ignoring the changes in everyone's expressions, Qin Fengming stepped forward. His hands moved like the wind as he swiftly picked out three hundred and sixty herbs from the five heaps.
The spirit herbs flew out one after another, landing on the long stone table before Liu Pu.
"Fellow Daoists, these are the herbs this Qin has selected. Please check whether the count is correct." Qin Fengming stopped, then appeared before the six Nine Ruins Mountain cultivators in a flash and spoke.
"These are the herbs you selected, Fellow Daoist?" Liu Pu swept his divine sense over the more than three hundred neatly arranged herbs on the table and asked with a faintly puzzled expression.
The other five turned, astonishment likewise showing on their faces.
As Nine Ruins Mountain cultivators, they were naturally familiar with alchemy. Three among them were even grandmasters of alchemy.
It was precisely because all six were well versed in the Pill Dao and knew the medicinal properties of these herbs that they looked bewildered upon seeing Qin Fengming's selection.
Every one of the