The Dragonblood Precious Herb stood over two meters tall, emerald-green and glittering. The liquid flowing within it was like gelatin, white and lustrous as milk, its fragrance drifting for a hundred li without fading. Laws filled its interior, while special patterns densely covered its surface.
The crimson vermilion fruit was as large as a human head, its skin crystal-clear and translucent. Mysterious patterns ran through it, laws transforming into wondrous scenes like a roiling sea of clouds.
The long-legged ginseng shone with precious light and wafted waves of immortal fragrance. One sniff rendered one immune to all ailments; one bite added ten years to one's lifespan.
There was also a flesh ganoderma as large as a millstone, rosy clouds blooming from the patterns atop it, clear qi winding around it. It was extraordinarily remarkable.
Then there was snow-white fleeceflower root, blue lotuses blazing like fire, beans gleaming with jade-green light, blood-red radishes, broccoli like snowflakes, and cucumbers like jade.
There were nearly three hundred kinds of rare and precious medicinal herbs in all!
After Gu An's dazzling series of operations, the two huge pots produced a thick medicinal porridge that looked as though it had been pixelated.
Never mind the color of the sludge—why did it smell so strange too?
When those immortal herbs were on their own, even a single whiff could make one speak like a river pouring forth. Yet after he refined them, they seemed to have fermented. Not only was there no fresh fragrance, there was even a sour smell to them.
Forget Li Su—even Fan Yun, Tang Chong, and the early Golden Core cultivators' faces had turned a little green.
At first, appearance and texture alone had not been much of an issue. But when the scent from the pots wafted out, even the early