The spirit medicines here were of no low grade.
He crouched down, used a jade shovel to dig up a Blue Leaf Spirit Grass, and placed it in a jade box together with the soil clinging to its roots.
Then, he picked two Red Vein Fruits.
The moment the fruits entered the box, white frost condensed on the inner wall of the lid.
He did not stop.
On the western side of the Medicine Garden, a golden ganoderma grew from a crack in a white stone.
Jade-colored patterns covered its surface, and pale golden medicinal fluid congealed around its roots.
The moment Chen Changqing approached, a stabbing pain shot through his Primordial Spirit.
It was not a warning of danger. The medicinal potency was simply too strong, stirring his sea of consciousness.
He took out an empty jade box and laid down another layer of spiritual power.
The Heavenly Thunder Sword slid half an inch from its sheath, and its tip flicked against the crack in the stone.
The entire ganoderma came free from the white stone and fell into the box.
A medicinal fragrance surged out.
Chen Changqing immediately sealed the box.
The instant the lid closed, three lines of tiny words surfaced on the jade box.
Jade Marrow Golden Ganoderma.
Strengthens the Primordial Spirit.
Can refine divine pills.
Chen Changqing looked at the jade box, and the taut string in his heart loosened by half an inch.
This was a solid, tangible gain.
The Jade Marrow Golden Ganoderma would be of great use to him.
His greatest weakness now was neither swordsmanship nor lightning arts, but cultivation.
An Early Tribulation Transcendence cultivator interfering in the Heavenly Monarch Battlefield relied on trump cards and timing.
If his divine sense could not keep up, the embryonic Law of Time and