If a top-grade spirit herb were given to Qin Shaofeng, he could easily refine two or three high-grade spirit pills from it.
Moreover, Qin Shaofeng was certain that a high-grade spirit pill refined from a top-grade spirit herb could absolutely help a Xiantian Grandmaster at the peak of the tenth level break through and advance into a Xiantian Great Grandmaster.
If it were a top-grade spirit herb brimming with especially potent spiritual energy, then the high-grade spirit pill refined from it might even raise the cultivation of a Xiantian Great Grandmaster after they took it.
In any case, in Qin Shaofeng's hands, a single top-grade spirit herb could allow a Xiantian Grandmaster at the seventh or eighth level to take one step straight into the realm of a Xiantian Great Grandmaster.
It could even allow three martial artists at the peak Xiantian Grandmaster realm to break through and advance into Xiantian Great Grandmasters.
That kind of effect was immense.
No matter how one looked at it, it was far better than what Old Master Hu had described.
A Xiantian Grandmaster at the tenth level advancing to the peak Xiantian Grandmaster realm.
I'll be damned, what the hell was this? Was there really such a wasteful way to use top-grade spirit herbs?
Still, Qin Shaofeng realized that the Hu Family really fucking had the capital to be wasteful.
That was because the small herb garden in this hidden karst cave contained over a thousand spirit herbs, and the lowest grade among them were low-grade spirit herbs over a hundred and fifty years old.
Of those, more than a third were mid-grade spirit herbs that had reached three hundred years—in other words, at least three hundred plants.
And among those three hundred mid-grade spirit herbs, a great many had reached five hundred