I had seen countless divine objects that could be torn off and immediately grow back, but I had never seen a ten-thousand-year-old weed that could still grow after being pulled out. Driven by curiosity, I immediately pulled out the weed that had grown back again. After all, this thing was simply too obtrusive—it was at least half a person's height!
Seeing me constantly pulling weeds, He Chenxiang could not help snapping, "What exactly are you doing? You asked me to help you clear the medicine field, but now you're playing with weeds over there. Do you still want to collect the Twelve Immortals of Creation or not?"
"That's strange, Junior Sister. Could there be something odd about this weed? Why does it grow back every time it's pulled out? And it doesn't seem to be useful at all." I was filled with astonishment. I had truly never seen a weed grow so stubbornly in one place. If I pulled up every other weed nearby until the ground was spotless, this thing would probably still be standing here.
I looked at another ten-thousand-year-old weed growing not far away. When I gave it a hard pull, it came out roots and stem together, no different from the one I had pulled earlier. But after it was removed, this weed did not grow back. The one that had lost its vitality was also slowly withering, rather than continuing to grow endlessly like that other weed.
As luck would have it, He Chenxiang saw me pulling out the weed that would not grow back and assumed I was teasing her again. She said angrily, "If you keep this up, don't blame me for refusing to serve you! Just send me back!"
I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head and returned to