Somewhere on Treasure Mountain, amid mountain mists where patches of exotic flowers and grasses grew, most of the plants were exceedingly rare. Some did not even exist in the Human Realm. Unfortunately, most were merely ornamental, not spirit herbs of heaven and earth useful to cultivators. Otherwise, they would probably have been picked clean long ago.
Few cultivators seemed to have visited this stretch of grassland, however, and the flowers and grasses had not been trampled too badly. With all those cultivators pouring in at once, who cared about such things, no matter how precious the exotic plants in many places were? Wherever they went, it looked as though cattle and horses had rolled over the ground, crushing Treasure Mountain's flowers and grasses beyond recognition. If the owner saw it, who knew how heartbroken they would be!
Whoosh! A cultivator dressed in blue advanced cautiously, glancing warily around as several treasures circled overhead to protect him. From the way he braced himself as though facing a formidable enemy, all alone, this was clearly the area where the rogue cultivators had swarmed in. No wonder he was so careful!
After advancing several hundred feet, the cultivator suddenly caught an unusual medicinal fragrance drifting from afar. Delight stirred in his heart, and his expression changed as he swiftly crept toward it. He had only gone a few dozen more feet!
Suddenly!
Rustle, rustle! A rustling sound came from somewhere, startling the cultivator. His figure flashed, and he silently ducked behind a large tree, peering warily around. The restrictions on divine sense here were simply too powerful. Even with his Nascent Soul middle stage divine sense, he could only scan a few feet around himself. Nor could he fly. If another cultivator ambushed him, he might die without even knowing how! He had