Although they did not know what Soul-Ending Grass was, nor did they understand its effects.
None of that mattered, because as long as Wang Tianyi knew, that was enough.
To Wang Tianyi, the Soul-Ending Grass was a treasure, which meant it was a treasure to them as well.
After all, Wang Tianyi was a second-rank Dao Pill master.
Once Wang Tianyi refined some good pills, they would surely get a share.
The group moved swiftly. If they had harbored even a trace of wariness before, it was now completely gone. There was simply nothing left to fear.
Before long, they arrived in front of the ancient tree.
"Little friends, did you obtain any good treasures within the Divine Gu Sect?"
Seeing them approach, the ancient tree had yet to realize the gravity of the situation and asked them with a beaming smile.
Wang Tianyi paid it no mind. He walked up to the ancient tree and reached out to stroke its trunk.
"Little friend, stop touching me. It tickles terribly—stop."
The moment Wang Tianyi laid a hand on it, the ancient tree hurriedly spoke.
This was its true body. What Wang Tianyi was doing was no different from stroking its body. It would have been strange if it did not tickle.
Wang Tianyi ignored the ancient tree's cries and pulled a small knife from his robes, beginning to scrape away its bark.
"Little friend, what are you doing?"
The ancient tree hurriedly pressed for an answer. Only now did it realize that something was wrong. The way these people looked at it seemed rather different.
After Wang Tianyi scraped off some powder, he placed it into a small green vial. A moment later, the green vial in his hand gave off a faint glow.
"So you really are Soul-Ending Grass."