What did this thing even look like again?
Cheng Xiao's face went deathly pale. He had been thinking about this for so long, yet he had forgotten one very serious problem: there had been no Ghost Immortal Grass in his previous life!
He did not recognize it at all!
"No way, right? The duck that was already in my mouth is flying away?" Cheng Xiao nearly cursed out loud.
Did he have no choice but to find someone else?
Who knew anything about immortal herbs?
As he recalled, there seemed to be only three people who recognized immortal herbs.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan? Not ideal. If people from Spirit Hall really came, at most one of these immortal herbs would end up in his hands. The rest would probably all be taken by Spirit Hall.
Besides, Yue Guan and Dugu Bo did not get along. If he really brought him to Dugu Bo's lair, Cheng Xiao feared Dugu Bo would hate him to death.
Yang Wudi? He was in Star Luo. Cheng Xiao could hardly run all the way to the Star Luo Empire, could he? The Zhu Family's home turf—his brain was not broken.
Tang... San?
Cheng Xiao's face darkened. How had he gone around in circles and ended up back at Tang San again? He had put in so much effort just to snatch this opportunity first, and now he was being told it had all been for nothing?
With Tang San's personality, he would probably only give him one herb and pluck all the rest for himself. Considering how Cheng Xiao had spent the past five years repeatedly dancing across Xiao Wu's red line over a bit of malicious amusement... the immortal herbs were probably out of reach. Something at the level of Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma, however,