More than a dozen stalks!?
Lin Hui's heart skipped a beat. To others, this might only be an ingredient for brewing Potency Medicine, but to him, it was practically a divine medicine!
Those dozen-plus stalks were enough to directly shorten his evolution time by more than three years!
And judging by this kid's expression, he might even have channels to obtain more.
At once, Lin Hui, who had still harbored a trace of killing intent and planned to find a chance to kill the other man someday, suddenly found Wang Yueheng's face much more pleasing to the eye. He was a truly wonderful person—a downright great fellow.
Just when he needed something, it arrived. Wait.
All of a sudden, Lin Hui's heart stirred. Almost all the Spirit-Gathering Grass he had acquired so far had come from others—either snatched or gifted. Not a single stalk had been obtained by his own efforts.
"Looking at it this way, perhaps I can spread word in advance that I like Spirit-Gathering Grass as much as possible. Then, after some time, I can find an excuse to hold a celebration. Spirit-Gathering Grass may be precious to others, but it is far less valuable than other Precious Medicine that can improve martial arts, physique, lifespan, and the like.
"If I use celebrations—birthdays, succession ceremonies for the temple master, and so on—to have my disciples and the Lineages behind them help gather gifts... mobilizing everyone's strength, wouldn't that be..."
Once that train of thought began rolling, there was no stopping it.
Lin Hui had gained a hint from Wang Yueheng.
In the future, he could hold birthday celebrations for his mother, his father, and himself. Three celebrations a year.
Then he could hold celebrations for breakthroughs in his martial arts, using them to properly establish, one by