Thus, Su Yao, a monitored medicine cauldron, knew that the master of Hundred Herbs Pavilion had advanced to Spirit Transformation. It was not because she was so divinely capable, but because her... blood might have watered Bupengchun, allowing her to know that Bupengchun had matured ahead of time.
And why would an ordinary mortal girl know how to process spiritual plants? Su Yao's explanation was forceful, yet also extremely sketchy. One more reasonable guess was that the spiritual plants had taught her.
Just think: those delicate spiritual plants that had always been vegetarian were forced to drink blood and eat raw flesh. Wasn't that like forcing a monk to break his vows and eat meat? Don't assume that just because spiritual plants could not speak, they would not resist. In Hundred Herbs Pavilion's blood-irrigation scheme for profit, the victims were not merely the medicine cauldrons, but also countless silent, rare high-grade spiritual plants.
As for why Su Yao had concealed this from them, that was not hard to understand. If it were him, given his disgust toward cultivators, he would not casually mention such things to others either.
"If your guess is true, then this really is... poking a huge hole in the sky." Plant demons were already rare. If the Demon Cultivators learned that a spiritual plant had been driven onto the evil path, they would probably come looking for trouble with the Cultivation Realm.
Zheng Jin glanced again at the other two fools and thought that it was no wonder neither of them used their brains. With such a useful and thorough brain as Junior Brother Wen's working away, whether they thought or not did not make much difference. He had indeed harbored a few suspicions about Hundred Herbs Pavilion, but he had never dared to imagine and