Whether there was a dragon-blood treasure herb, Li Su did not know.
But this direction was truly damn incredible.
Over a little more than three days, they had actually run into more than a hundred ambushes, several of them carried out by groups.
It was as though they were walking along a road built atop a nest of immortal herbs. They did not even need to search deliberately—immortal herbs came rushing over on their own to ambush them and deliver themselves to death.
Over a distance of three thousand li, they had harvested more than three hundred immortal herbs. It made Li Su feel that whether or not they found the dragon-blood treasure herb no longer mattered. This was already quite good.
For a time, after eating all along the way, the entire group's blood qi never settled. Their eyes gleamed with golden light, and multicolored mist streamed from their nostrils.
Later on, whenever immortal herbs appeared, the whole group would howl and charge straight at them. They could not help it—their energy was overflowing to an absurd degree, their fleshly bodies stuffed to the brim, vast quantities of spiritual qi spraying from their pores. From afar, they looked like a group of humanoid great medicines.
On a side note, Gu An's attainments in herbs were beyond question. He was genuinely formidable; after immersing himself in the craft for countless years, he had already entered the Dao.
Along the way, he threw all kinds of treasure herbs into his furnace and refined pot after pot of immortal-herb paste. Though it looked dreadful, its effects were beyond reproach—far better than taking the herbs separately. One plus one was directly greater than three. Li Su had even eaten until he was stuffed once, forcing him to cultivate the Nine Tribulations Scripture midway