As they spoke, the two of them landed on the lakebed and began their first treasure hunt.
"Is this a spirit grass?" Yu Qingyi dug out a slender aquatic plant and asked Yang Zhengshan.
Yang Zhengshan took the aquatic plant and examined it carefully. "Mm. The spiritual energy contained in this grass is dense. It should be a first-rank superior-grade spirit grass, but I don't know what effects it has!"
There were thousands upon thousands of types of spirit grasses and spirit medicines. Naturally, Yang Zhengshan could not know them all, and there was no one in this world who could recognize every single spirit grass and spirit medicine.
But that did not matter. An alchemist's basic skill was identifying the medicinal properties of herbs.
What kind of medicinal properties a herb possessed, what kind of effects it had, what pills it could be used in, and so on—these were all subjects alchemists studied.
And pill recipes were not set in stone either. A single pill recipe involved dozens, even hundreds, of ingredients, and an alchemist sometimes found it very hard to gather them all, so using other ingredients to replace those listed in the pill recipe was also common.
As long as the main ingredient and several important supplementary ingredients did not change, the pill refined would still be that same pill, only with slight differences in effect.
Some pills did not even have a pill recipe to begin with; how they were refined depended entirely on the alchemist's own level.
So Yang Zhengshan did not dwell on what use these unfamiliar spirit grasses had. As long as they were spirit grasses, that was enough.
He directly tossed the spirit grass into Moon Bay and let it grow freely. He had no use for it now, but perhaps he