Time flew by.
The entire underground shelter operated in perfect order.
They had concluded that the old Blessing Shaman was no ordinary person. He had been missing for a long time and would certainly grow suspicious. But the sea was boundless. As long as they sank his ship and hid underground, he might not discover that they were responsible.
Meanwhile, the major forces were stirring beneath the surface.
The news spread.
The entire underground shelter learned about the "Immortal Herbs."
"Eat the Immortal Herbs, and become as powerful as that person!"
"He's an immortal."
Countless people went crazy over them.
However, to prevent ordinary people from eating the precious Immortal Herbs, the shelter's various leaders directly ordered that ordinary people were forbidden from leaving the island.
Thus, a scene could occasionally be seen all over the island: several young men would bring their gang underlings and start crawling along the ground, chewing grass all the way.
"Huh?"
"What are they doing?"
"An old ox eating tender grass."
"This is so damn ridiculous. Who told me this was a scenic game? This is a stupid game, okay? A bunch of grown men are lying on the ground chewing fresh flowers!"
"What are you laughing at? If you were in their shoes and the boss above ordered you to chew grass, would you be willing? Look at how bitter and resentful they look."
"Hey, I'm right here. You can't find me, and you can't eat me. I'm a coquettish temptress, a shameless seductress. Come play with me!"
"Is this hide-and-seek? This game is great!"
There were only a few hundred trusted confidants in this group. Having them chew all the grass on the island truly was no easy task.
Three months later, someone finally succeeded. After eating an Immortal Herb, he began