The Two-Hundred-Billion Pile!

Inside the appraisal room.

Long Zixuan, Qing Chen, Wu Xiaokun, and Xuan Qingyi all clapped their hands over their noses and mouths.

Though Long Zixuan and Qing Chen had seen it before, they still couldn't take it.

The appraisal room was sealed, and the Dao Patterns were still glowing, trapping every trace of the smell inside. The room was "thick with medicinal fragrance."

Xuan Qingyi and Wu Xiaokun were even questioning their lives. What on earth was in that box?

What kind of Spirit Herb could have such a powerful... that kind of smell?!

"Junior Brother Dade, please put away your divine ability!"

Qing Chen and the others couldn't help calling out.

Wu Dade's face had turned a little green, too. Pinching his nose tightly, he stepped forward and shut the box.

The Dao Patterns on the walls glowed, forcing all the "medicinal aura" in the room back into the box.

At once, the air in the room turned fresh.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Wu Dade stepped forward and pressed a finger to Ai Shi's philtrum. Before long, Ai Shi slowly came to.

His old eyes still seemed to hold a trace of intoxication. He said,

"What a potent Spirit Herb... What a potent Spirit Herb!"

"The legendary 'medicinal aura soaring to the heavens and stunning the spirit' really exists... It can even knock someone out!"

"To lay eyes on such a miraculous herb, I have no regrets in this life!"

He sighed deeply, gazing at the box on the table, his old eyes brimming with fondness.

"Senior... how much is this thing worth?"

Wu Dade asked cautiously.

"What do you mean, 'this thing'? It's a Spirit Herb, a miraculous herb!"

Ai Shi wasn't pleased. He put on a stern face and said,

"You're all