The Poorest Sect is Born!

Tang San was dragged away by Angel Rakshasa Dong like a dead dog. In the instant before he was taken away, his gaze fixed desperately on Tang Xiao.

That look was clearly a final, silent plea for help.

Yet.

Tang Xiao seemed not to have seen it.

His body stood frozen in place, his gaze not lingering on Tang San for even a second.

All his thoughts and attention had been completely seized by Lin Feng's casually spoken words.

Immortal herb.

"Go to the herb garden and fetch Yan an immortal herb suitable for him."

Immortal herb?

What was that?

Tang Xiao had lived for so many years and considered himself well-informed, yet he had never even heard the term "immortal herb."

But!

His ignorance did not mean he failed to recognize its value!

The moment Lin Feng spoke those words, he clearly caught everyone's reaction inside the restaurant.

Whether it was an Ultimate Douluo like Golden Crocodile Douluo, a sect master like Ning Fengzhi, or an emperor like Dai Tianfeng...

Every face openly revealed the same emotion.

Envy!

For something capable of making so many of the continent's foremost figures reveal such an expression...

The value of these so-called "immortal herbs" was likely beyond measure!

As Tang Xiao's mind reeled, Chrysanthemum Douluo walked blissfully into the herb garden shrouded in immortal mist.

A moment later, he emerged carefully cradling a plant.

It was a scarlet, exotic plant, shaped like a rooster's comb.

The instant it appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to rise by several degrees out of thin air.

A blazing yet pure fire-element energy rushed toward them.

"This is called the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower."

Pinching his orchid fingers together, Chrysanthemum Douluo handed the immortal herb to Yan. There was a hint of envy in his voice that even