As soon as Lu Yuanchu said this, all the True Persons looked at him, their expressions turning strange.
"Lu Yuanchu, do you think immortal herbs grow like cabbages? Aren't a dozen or so enough? How many more do you want?"
Yue Wangchuan's eyelid twitched as he looked at Lu Yuanchu, his tone unfriendly.
Yue Wangchuan was burning with excitement. He had been stuck at the peak of the True Man Realm for years, and the moment he saw the Primordial Spirit Fragments, his heart had stirred. If he didn't cling to Fang Mo's coattails now, when would he?
Lu Yuanchu didn't care about Yue Wangchuan at all. He merely said calmly:
"I'm considering Junior Brother Fang's position. Immortal herbs are certainly tempting, but how many people can a dozen or so attract? If we run short and can't make good on the exchange, won't that bring shame on Taichu Peak? Isn't that right, Junior Brother Fang?"
Fang Mo waved a hand, and nearly a hundred immortal herbs immediately appeared above the hall. The spiritual energy they gave off gathered into a misty haze.
"Whoa, that many?"
Lu Yuanchu shot to his feet, his face full of shock.
He had figured Fang Mo must have some in reserve and wouldn't bring them all out, but he hadn't expected him to have so many.
"Since when did immortal herbs become so common?"
"Wonderful, Sect Leader! With all these immortal herbs, how could we fail to win the help of experts?" Xiao Jingsheng slapped the armrest, his face alight with excitement. He looked at Fang Mo as if his gaze might catch fire.
"My heavens, so many immortal herbs! I must be seeing things!"
"The Sect Leader's loaded! He actually has this many immortal herbs. If I could get even one, I might