Great Bamboo Peak.
Shou Jing Hall.
"You..."
Tian Buyi's voice trembled.
"You mean..."
"That's right."
Ye Xuan grinned even more broadly.
"In your medicinal garden, Master..."
"The Crimson Lingzhi, Purple Smoke Fruit, Dragon Beard Grass... These are all main ingredients for refining Heavenly Sun Pills."
"As long as we have these..."
"Your disciple guarantees that the senior brothers' cultivation will shoot up like a rocket... no, like swords soaring through the sky!"
Dead silence.
Shou Jing Hall fell completely silent.
Everyone looked at Tian Buyi.
More or less, they all knew how precious that medicinal garden was to their master.
It was absolutely forbidden territory!
Anyone who dared take a single step near it would have their legs broken.
Tian Buyi's expression shifted back and forth.
He was locked in an intense inner struggle.
On one side was his most treasured possession, his collection of several hundred years;
On the other were his disciples' lives and the future of Great Bamboo Peak.
He looked at the honest Song Daren, the frail Zhang Xiaofan, then at Su Ru, who was watching expectantly.
At last,
his gaze fell on Ye Xuan's grin-inducing face.
"Phew—"
Tian Buyi let out a long breath, as though he had aged ten years in an instant.
He closed his eyes and waved his hand as if shooing away a fly.
"Go ahead."
His voice was hoarse, filled with tragic resignation.
"Take whatever you want..."
"Just leave me... No, just leave me a root."
After saying this,
Tian Buyi slumped into his chair, looking utterly bereft of the will to live.
Ye Xuan's eyes lit up.
The imperial decree was in hand!
"Understood!"
"Just you wait, Master!"
Ye Xuan turned and ran, afraid Tian Buyi would change his mind.
"Senior brothers, wait for my good news!"
Watching Ye