The cultivators nearby gathered around, curious to learn the subject of the contest.
Soon, their gazes turned to Qin Fengming and the two others. All three were unfamiliar faces, and peculiar expressions appeared on the cultivators' faces.
"This fellow Daoist certainly isn't from our Liyuan Immortal Region. Otherwise, how could he not know that Divine Son Gu Ran is among the foremost experts in plant cultivation?"
"Heh, daring to challenge Divine Son Gu Ran in this without first making inquiries—he's simply handing over a gift!"
"A contest like this is harmless. Divine Son Gu Ran knows his limits and won't make an extravagant wager with anyone."
Murmurs rose all around, and Qin Fengming suddenly understood that the Golden Immortal wagering with him was actually an expert at cultivating spirit herbs and spirit trees. There were plenty of people who cultivated and nurtured such plants in the Cultivation World. In particular, sects and lineages deliberately trained cultivators to specialize in this work.
The Golden Immortal named Gu Ran was clearly an expert in this field. Moreover, he had long been renowned throughout the Liyuan Immortal Region.
Ying Fei's and Su Zishan's gazes suddenly turned cold. Anger had clearly risen in their hearts.
"Don't worry. Whatever master of spirit-herb cultivation he might be, he'll have to throw in the towel when he meets your Martial Uncle," Qin Fengming quietly transmitted, his expression calm.
The two women looked at Qin Fengming. Though puzzled, they relaxed again.
Qin Fengming had already shocked them far too many times. Since he was so certain, they could hardly remain worried.
The enormous tree stood upright, its roots covered with earth that was plainly no ordinary soil. Golden Immortal Gu Ran sat cross-legged before it and began casting his technique.
A faint cloud of white mist slowly emerged