"What a shame. I fed that thousand-year-old Jade Condensation Grass to the Inheritance Tree!"
At the thought, Li Ping could not help sighing softly.
He had been too impatient back then.
The moment he gathered all the materials, he had rushed to inherit the skills of a Third-Tier Alchemist, wasting that thousand-year-old Jade Condensation Grass in the process.
In truth, he should never have used up a thousand-year-old spirit grass with such special properties so casually. It really was a shame.
Had he not used it, he should have been able to obtain a golden Bloodline Fruit every hundred years or so.
Although he had saved some Jade Condensation Grass seeds before the inheritance and planted them shortly after returning to Immortal Peach Mountain,
the Bloodline Fruits produced by ten-year-old or hundred-year-old Jade Condensation Grass were utterly useless to spirit beasts above the third tier.
To obtain another thousand-year-old Jade Condensation Grass, he would have to wait a thousand years.
And even a Nascent Soul Cultivator only lived for a thousand years.
I must be more careful in the future, Li Ping reminded himself.
Before he knew it, more than a year had passed since Li Ping returned to Immortal Peach Mountain, and it was time for the Shared Boat Association's year-end gathering again.
With Qi Hanmo gone, only five people remained at this gathering, making it feel somewhat quiet and empty.
There was little to say about Li Ping and Zhang Tie, the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
Gu Musheng remained at the eighth layer of qi refining. He expected he might be able to attempt a breakthrough to the ninth layer of qi refining next year.
This year, Cheng Yao had finally fulfilled her wish and successfully broken through to the eighth layer of qi refining, catching up to