Within the Herb Garden of the Little Pill Realm, a figure was currently weaving through the fields.
At this point, Lin Ming moved quickly but without disorder. His eye was sharp and ruthless, picking out only those rare medicinal herbs that were ancient in age, abundant in medicinal strength, and even nearly extinct in the outside world.
So much so that wherever Lin Ming's palm passed, he either carefully moved the plant, roots, soil and all, into a specially made Jade Box, or took only its most essential flowers, fruits, or leaves. His technique was practiced and seasoned; he was clearly deeply versed in this art.
Each time Lin Ming successfully collected a rare medicinal herb, among the crowd watching from the edge of the square, the face of one elder—or even several—could not help twitching, obvious heartache flashing through their eyes.
Many of these medicinal herbs were treasures they had spent untold effort painstakingly cultivating. They were usually reluctant to use them themselves, yet now they were being plucked away without the slightest courtesy by this "ignorant" young man.
But with the rules allowing it at this moment, all they could do was glare and fume, cursing inwardly that this kid was far too ruthless.
Some of the more "stingy" ones simply closed their eyes outright, choosing not to look and thus not be vexed, though their faintly trembling beards betrayed the unrest in their hearts.
Lin Ming's "bandit" behavior lasted for a full hour and more. Only when, in the open space at the center of the square, all the contestants except him had taken their positions, and no one else stepped out from the crowd, did he finally stop weaving about with lingering reluctance. In his hands were several bulging Jade Boxes and Jade Bottles.
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