One Immortal Herb Each, No Fighting Over Them

On the Training Ground, the women's previous excitement was completely dampened, as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

Ning Rongrong sat on the stone steps, her hands supporting her chin, her delicate face devoid of any radiance.

"Three Spirit King, four Soul Ancestor..."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"Without A-Qing, we would have no chance against them at all."

Zhu Zhuqing leaned against a pillar, her arms wrapped around herself.

"A year from now, there's absolutely no way any of us will be able to break through to the Spirit King."

Her voice was very flat, almost too flat, which gave off a sense of suppression.

Ning Rongrong's shoulders slumped completely.

"Neither Zhu Zhuqing nor I have any confidence that we can reach the Soul Ancestor realm within a year."

"Let alone fighting against an opponent at the Spirit King level."

Dugu Yan also kept her head down.

She tapped the ground with her toes, her long, emerald-green hair obscuring most of her face.

That girl, so proud to the core, was unusually quiet at that moment.

The entire Training Ground was shrouded in a gloomy, oppressive atmosphere.

The elation of winning the game had long since vanished.

All that remained was the cold, hard reality pressing down on everyone's chest.

Lin Qingmo stood in the center of the field.

His expression was indifferent, but a slight smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Don't be discouraged.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

It's good to be aware of your own shortcomings.

Ning Rongrong raised her face.

Zhu Zhuqing turned her head away.

Dugu Yan also stopped her toe-walking.

"As your Captain, I don't intend to let you just stop here."

As Lin Qingmo spoke, he raised his hand and reached for the Storage Soul Tool at his waist.

A fingertip brushes across, a flash of light.

A cluster of dazzling, exotic flowers and plants appeared in his palm.

Sunlight streamed through the skylights of the Training Ground, falling on the flowers and plants.

Pink, gold, pearly white, purplish black, pure white... halos of light intertwine, creating a dazzling array of colors.

A sweet and mellow fragrance spread through the air, filling everyone's noses.

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned.

Dugu Yan stood up abruptly.

Everyone's attention was drawn to that pile of things.

The disappointment and frustration on their faces turned into confusion and bewilderment at that moment.

They had never seen these things before.

But the Soul Power within his body was stirring restlessly, like a person who had been starving for a long time suddenly smelling the aroma of meat.

Lin Qingmo didn't explain further.

He picked up a Immortal Herb.

The petals are layered upon each other, an extremely delicate pink, while the center of the flower gleams with a translucent white light, like the finest mutton fat jade, and a sweet fragrance wafts out in waves.

He walked up to Dugu Yan and handed it to her.

"This is Aromatic Silk Beauty."

Dugu Yan looked at the flower, then looked up at Lin Qingmo.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to ask something, but she swallowed the question back.

In the end, he simply reached out and accepted the Immortal Herb.

When my fingertips touched the petals, a cool sensation spread along my fingertips.

Lin Qingmo picked up the second plant.

It is golden yellow all over, with thick and full petals, one layer wrapped around another, elegant and luxurious, and the halo it emits is so rich that it seems to be real.

"Aromatic Silk Beauty, yours."

Ning Rongrong took the Immortal Herb in a daze.

Her fingers traced the smooth petals twice.

"What's this?"

Her brows furrowed.

Lin Qingmo did not answer.

He picked up the third one.

Its petals are as white as jade, long and slender, each one like a finely carved daffodil, and its whole body is bathed in a warm, soft light.

"Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, take it."

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted slightly.

Her movements were quick and light as she caught the Immortal Herb, as if she were holding a piece of porcelain that might break at any moment.

She already had a vague answer in her heart.

Immortal Herb!

Only the Immortal Herb that A-Qing mentioned in the Chat Group could evoke such an almost greedy craving in Soul Power.

Lin Qingmo continued.

A purplish-black Ganoderma lucidum, about the size of a palm, with fine golden patterns covering its surface, resembling some ancient totem, exudes a rich medicinal aroma that invigorates the spirit with just a whiff.

"Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma should suit you, Ye Lingling."

Ye Lingling took it and touched the edge of the Ganoderma lucidum cap with her fingertip.

Her movements were very gentle, and the curiosity in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Lin Qingmo picked up the last one.

Pure white and flawless, its eight petals unfold evenly, forming a classic orchid shape. Its delicate fragrance is subtle yet impossible to ignore.

"Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, yours."

Yu Feng took it with both hands, scratched the back of his head, and looked confused.

Six people, each with a Immortal Herb.

They held what they were carrying, looking at each other.

Some people had a vague idea, while others were completely clueless.

Ning Rongrong was still gently twirling the Aromatic Silk Beauty in her hand, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Dugu Yan held the Aromatic Silk Beauty up to her eyes and examined it closely.

Lin Qingmo observed their reactions.

He did not offer a lengthy explanation.

"Next, eat them according to the method I taught you."

"Then sit cross-legged, concentrate your mind and meditate, do not resist the effects of the medicine, let it naturally permeate your meridians."

The group exchanged glances.

Silence remained.

Then they all nodded.

Having spent so much time with Lin Qingmo, they understood one thing: Lin Qingmo would never harm them.

Everything he has brought out so far is presentable.

Ning Rongrong was the first to stand up.

She walked to an open space against the wall in the Training Ground, sat cross-legged, brought the Aromatic Silk Beauty to her lips, closed her eyes, and bit down.

Dugu Yan also found a spot.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling, and Yu Feng followed closely behind.

They ate the Immortal Herb according to Lin Qingmo's instructions.

Soon, the expressions on their faces changed.

Some had their brows furrowed slightly, some had their lips tightly pressed together, and some had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Multicolored light began to emanate from them, gradually enveloping their entire bodies, flickering on and off.

The Training Ground fell silent.

Only the breathing of a few people and the occasional muffled groan escaping from their throats remained.

Xiao Wu stood beside Lin Qingmo.

Her gaze swept back and forth between the six people.

Liu Erlong also stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the group.

Both of them knew what the Immortal Herb was.

It is a rare treasure among the world's most precious things, and many people may never see it in their entire lives.

Even the high and mighty Pope of the Spirit Hall might not be able to casually produce a few of these plants.

Lin Qingmo, on the other hand, offered six plants at once.

He just casually handed it to a few girls without even frowning.

Xiao Wu pursed her lips.

She wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

It's best to remain quiet at this time.

Liu Erlong had many questions he wanted to ask Lin Qingmo.

However, seeing that Lin Qingmo's attention was focused on the girls absorbing the Immortal Herb, he suppressed his inner confusion.

She also wanted to witness the wonders of the Immortal Herb firsthand.