Yi Shuyuan said nothing, but Old Vine beside him spoke up when he heard the burly man's words.
"It'll be fit for medicine in thirty years, but whether this Mountain-Topping Immortal Herb can lift the whole mountain by then is another question."
Old Vine's words were exactly what Yi Shuyuan was thinking. In thirty years, would this immortal herb be able to lift the mountain?
Yi Shuyuan looked at the two broken sections of the peak. Had it remained intact, it would hardly have been a small peak even among these mountains.
If he used this Mountain-Topping Immortal Herb to refine an elixir, what grade of Immortal Elixir would he produce?
"Xiao Yong, you said earlier that the closer the Mountain-Topping Grass gets to flowering, the more fiercely its spiritual energy will radiate, attracting covetous eyes?"
"That's right. Back then, I could actually have held out a little longer, but the Mountain-Topping Grass I ate kept growing more fragrant, and I grew more and more afraid. Old Vine said its Xiang had already drifted beyond Heavenly Battle Mountain and told me to eat it right away!"
As Xiao Yong spoke, he sank into his memories and even drew a deep breath, as though savoring that scent again.
"I was frightened too. Heavenly Battle Mountain might be an obscure little mountain range to the outside world, but if that extraordinary fragrance drifted far enough to draw something nasty here, it might never leave. Then Heavenly Battle Mountain would never know peace again!"
"Heh heh, but once my cultivation started improving day by day, Old Vine rarely had those worries anymore!"
Yi Shuyuan twirled the folding fan in his hand between his fingers like a pen, drawing Xiao Yong's gaze for quite a while. Then Yi Shuyuan suddenly looked at him, and