Ten Thousand Poison Iceheart Grass?
After hearing Netherworld Old Devil's explanation, the Demonic Dao clone was both shocked and delighted.
Of course he knew what it was—the main body had been searching everywhere for Ten Thousand Poison Iceheart Grass. He had never expected that Netherworld Old Devil possessed more than a hundred stalks of it here.
And from the sound of it, all these spirit herbs were meant for his cultivation.
This truly was finding it without any effort after wearing out iron shoes in a fruitless search.
The Demonic Dao clone tried to contact the main body, but failed.
"Unfortunately, I'm too far from the main body now. I can't sense it..."
He let out a soft sigh, feeling deeply regretful.
If he could contact the main body, he could immediately pass on this good news.
At that moment, Netherworld Old Devil continued in a self-mocking tone, "Disciple, this was how your master cultivated back then as well. But your master does not possess the True Ming Demon Body, so after cultivating for several thousand years, I have only drawn ever closer, never able to truly reach the realm of the True Ming Demon Body.
"But you are different. You were born with the True Ming Demon Body. With the tempering of the Ten Thousand Poison Iceheart Grass, your cultivation speed will surely advance a thousand miles in a day."
"Master, I will cultivate diligently and will not disappoint your expectations."
The Demonic Dao clone bowed deeply and spoke with utmost solemnity.
This Netherworld Old Devil treated him well. In the future, he would not lack all manner of resources on the path of cultivation.
He would remember this kindness in his heart.
"Cough, cough..." Netherworld Old Devil coughed, his face flushing red as his breath became somewhat disordered.