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That wouldn't do!

Qiao Ranran took out a spare Little Herb Hoe and tossed it to Wei Huai. She pointed out a plot of land. "Daoist Wei, the Spirit Plants over there can take some rough handling. Dig up as many as you like. Don't worry—as long as you don't snap them off with your hands, they'll survive just fine, and they won't lose any of their medicinal properties."

Wei Huai caught the Little Herb Hoe, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Of course, if you don't want to use the hoe, you can use Spiritual Power or brute force. But only on those few plots over there. The ones here really are delicate, so don't touch them."

By the time Wei Huai came to his senses, he was already swinging the Little Herb Hoe, digging up Spirit Plants.

Wei Huai: "..." He had only meant to come and look. With Qiao Ranran here, he had never intended to take a share. So how had it ended up like this?

After Pei Ling finished inscribing the Formations on the Jade Boxes, he swept a hand through the air. Every high-grade Spirit Plant in sight, including the Dragonblood Water Chestnut Flower before him, flew straight into the Jade Boxes lined up nearby. His movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, yet he did not damage a single plant.

Wei Huai looked up and saw it. Suddenly, standing there with his Little Herb Hoe felt rather foolish. But he knew he lacked the strength to do the same. Digging up so many high-grade Spirit Plants at once without harming them—after considering his own cultivation, Wei Huai figured it would take someone at his master's level.

Yet Pei Ling was only at the Golden Core Stage. When they had last met, he had still been at