Unable to Condense a Soul Core? Bai Fan's Epiphany, a Desperate Gamble

The moment Aromatic Silk Beauty said this, Bai Fan's pupils widened.

"What do you know?"

"I know that we are being kept in captivity. Everything we do is monitored by the people above."

"To be honest, there is a clear image in my consciousness. It shows an ordinary-looking human from ten thousand years ago, with eight spider-like appendages growing from his back. He looted every useful Immortal Herb here."

"I suspect that the illusory master in my consciousness was him. But I cannot resist. I can only follow his arrangements and cannot entertain the slightest thought of rebellion."

"Otherwise, the Immortal Herbs here will only be harvested generation after generation, never having the chance to develop intelligence."

"How could I not understand that an innocent man gets into trouble for possessing a treasure? But I can only compromise for now, trading that for our rapid growth. I hope that we can evolve into immortal energy forms and shed our physical bodies. That way, no one will covet us anymore."

As Aromatic Silk Beauty poured out its heart, its entire body seemed to relax after speaking those words.

"Then why did you refuse me at first?"

"Because I was afraid. I feared that if I, as their representative, showed any unusual intentions, that mysterious person keeping us captive would wipe us out in advance and replace us with the next generation to continue raising."

Aromatic Silk Beauty's words brought Bai Fan to a sudden realization.

So these Immortal Herbs were not fools. He had been misled by the original work, thinking they had already pledged allegiance to Tang San.

Unlike the Immortal Herbs from ten thousand years ago that lacked intelligence, they had thoughts of their own. They also longed for freedom and immortality.

"Since that's the case, I won't waste