"It should indeed be the Nine-Aperture Profound-Connecting Ganoderma," Song Wen said.
Rong Shao scrutinized the Nine-Aperture Profound-Connecting Ganoderma with blazing eyes, but the fervor in his gaze gradually dimmed. He then said with some regret,
"Unfortunately, none of the six Nine-Aperture Profound-Connecting Ganoderma have reached an age of ten thousand years."
"With this Yin spring, along with Lü Ling feeding vast amounts of flesh and blood into it to nourish the Yin energy, it likely will not take many years for those two specimens over nine thousand years old to enter the ranks of ten-thousand-year herbs," Song Wen said.
Upon hearing this, Rong Shao suddenly recalled something. Changing the subject, he asked,
"By the way, Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, how did you arrive here before me? Where is Lü Ling?"
"I arranged for him to clash with the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent. At this moment, the two are likely locked in a battle to the death."
As Song Wen spoke, he looked toward the northwest.
There, the sounds of fierce battle were actually beginning to weaken.
"Fellow Daoist's tactic of driving the wolf to devour the tiger truly kills two birds with one stone!" Rong Shao said, his face full of admiration.
"However, judging by the sounds, their battle should be over. The Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent has most likely already died at Lü Ling's hands," Song Wen said.
"Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, why are you so certain that Lü Ling was the victor, rather than the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent?" Rong Shao asked.
Song Wen had just been about to answer when his brow suddenly furrowed.
"Go! Follow me out of the stone stalagmite forest."
With that, Song Wen rose into the air and sped toward the northwest.
"Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, what happened?" Rong Shao did not understand, but he closely