Qin Fengming opened his eyes, brilliant light flickering within them and clearly revealing his surprise.
"Your methods are truly divine, Fellow Daoist. If this humble one's judgment is correct, that spirit herb is Yangying Grass. Judging from the medicinal fragrance it emits, it should be three thousand years old. Yet from the size and color of the plant, it is only two thousand years old. To add a thousand years of medicinal efficacy to a two-thousand-year-old spirit herb in your hands—this truly earns this humble one's admiration."
Qin Fengming rose and clasped his fists toward He Zimo, his expression openly filled with respect.
This was the first time Qin Fengming had encountered someone capable of increasing a spirit herb's medicinal efficacy through his own methods. Such an ability left Qin Fengming deeply impressed and utterly convinced.
Hearing Qin Fengming's words, astonishment suddenly appeared in He Zimo's eyes. "You actually recognized the true nature of that spirit herb at a glance. This truly surprises me."
He Zimo's eyes shone. The middle-aged cultivator before him had only glanced from afar at the spirit herb radiating a rich medicinal fragrance, yet he had immediately known what kind of herb it was and had even stated its exact age in a single sentence. Such eyesight left He Zimo, who had dealt with spirit herbs for many years, staring wide-eyed in profound shock.
Yangying Grass was not an exceptionally difficult spirit herb to find, but it could no longer be seen in ordinary mountains and rivers. It only grew in certain Wilderness regions. Ordinary cultivators did not recognize it at all, much less possess the ability to distinguish its true nature with a single glance.
Qin Fengming, however, had merely looked at it from afar. Not only had he named the spirit herb, he had