"Yes, senior brother."
The two women accepted their orders and left one after the other, finding nothing unusual about this assignment.
Liu Yu had purchased no small quantity of spirit grasses and spirit herbs over the years, and he had been extremely careful about it. There was no discernible pattern to the herbs he collected.
Even Jiang Qiushui knew nothing about the portion he collected personally, much less which pills they were intended for.
Mixed in among them, the final supplementary herb for the Golden Core Condensation Pill attracted no attention at all.
She probably would never imagine that, in just a dozen-odd years, Liu Yu had nearly gathered all the spirit grasses needed to refine the Golden Core Condensation Pill.
After the two women left, Liu Yu sat upright in the hall and continued studying the spell tomes, his mind soon immersed in them.
The following day, at Eternal Peace Market Ward.
As soon as the hour of the dragon arrived, a succession of disturbances arose within the market ward.
A red flying boat slowly rose into the air above Eternal Peace Market Ward, swiftly expanding to fifty or sixty zhang in length. Pale red spiritual light radiated from its hull.
It was the Origin Returning Boat!
Then streaks of escape light shot into the sky, landing on the deck one after another before their occupants headed into the cabins.
Finally, only one man and two women remained on deck.
The male cultivator wore black robes and stood with his hands behind his back. His ink-black eyes gleamed with reason, and he possessed the composure of someone sitting quietly as clouds rose and fell.
They were Liu Yu, Jiang Qiushui, and Leng Yuexin.
Having newly acquired such a vast territory, even a great sect like the Primordial Yang