After carefully searching the area and making sure he had missed nothing, Qin Yan moved on, heading deeper into the Medicine Garden.
The farther he went, the denser the spiritual energy in the air became, and the more Spirit Medicines crowded the pathsides.
Qin Yan followed a simple rule: if he found a Spirit Medicine, he took it. Whatever its grade, it went into his bag.
The Blood Demon Nest had plenty of space anyway. He was in no danger of running out of room.
Two days passed as he traveled, stopping now and then to gather herbs.
"Roar!"
A bear's agonized bellow exploded through a dense forest.
A massive blood-red bear, as large as a moving hill, crashed to the ground, sending dust and shattered stone flying.
Blood-red fur like steel needles covered the Blood Bear's body, and its limbs were thick as pillars. Even dead, it radiated a ferocity that made the heart quail.
A ghastly spear wound ran straight through its neck. That was what had killed it.
Before the Blood Bear's corpse stood a young man in purple-and-gold robes. It was Qin Yan.
Qin Yan looked past the corpse to the lingzhi behind it, which glowed with a warm red light.
The moment he saw it clearly, delight flashed in his eyes.
"Is that... Fire Lingzhi?"
Qin Yan hurried over and crouched to examine it.
The lingzhi was blood-red from top to bottom. Fine, glittering crystals coated its surface, as though someone had dusted it with ground ruby.
Its edges rose in gentle waves. A faint scarlet light flowed across it, pulsing bright and dim as if it were alive.
The whole plant was about as thick as a grown man's arm. It gave off a pure, scorching fire aura; standing near it felt like standing