On a moonless, wind-swept night, it was time to gather and appraise spiritual materials.
While the other corpse buriers had gone to sleep early from days of accumulated fatigue, Du En was still full of energy. He felt his way through the darkness and quietly took action.
He had actually planned this matter for tonight long ago, so beneath the night sky, he soon approached a destination he had chosen in advance.
He did not hurry inside directly, because he also wanted to see whether he could use this opportunity to grind his Spirit Gathering attempts.
Looking up, he saw a Spiritual Medicine garden that had been opened up and cultivated amid the mountains and forests, quietly resting at the far end of his vision.
At this moment, the medicine garden was completely empty. There were no tight security measures either; it was essentially wide open.
Under ordinary circumstances, however, no one would dare come here to steal.
Although the security was not tight, it still existed. Without some means, one would easily be noticed and exposed.
And once discovered, being caught would only be a matter of time.
At the same time, low-level cultivators generally lacked all kinds of cultivation knowledge, and private channels for circulating Spiritual Medicine were practically nonexistent. Thus, even if someone managed to sneak in and steal Spiritual Medicine without being discovered from beginning to end, the only result would be to swallow it directly.
Because unprocessed Spiritual Medicine had different medicinal properties, doing this would have a good outcome of wasting a great deal because one could not absorb all its Medicinal Power—or a bad outcome of injuring or even killing oneself by eating it.
"Of course, that is only the usual situation. It is not as if exceptions do not exist..."
For example,