Thump, thump, thump...
In the dark, silent room, Huang Fu could hear his own heartbeat clearly.
It was growing steadily louder, like the pounding of war drums.
"No..."
"Don't!"
Huang Fu's expression grew increasingly terrified.
His heart was beating far too violently.
He felt as though his chest could no longer contain it, as though it were about to burst.
Huang Fu had no idea what was happening to his body and tried to cry out for help.
But he discovered that he could no longer make a sound.
All his blood and vital energy were surging madly toward his heart.
He did not even have the strength to speak.
Huang Fu could only lie there in despair, feeling his heartbeat quicken and grow more violent.
Until it reached its limit.
Bang...
The dark room fell silent once more.
But Huang Fu lay on the bed with his eyes tightly shut, no longer breathing.
The next day, Lu Mian was in the main hall, reading the reports sent back from Medicine King Ridge.
As Martial Might Commandery City gradually settled into order, there were people handling matters great and small. As Chief Seat, he was no longer as busy as before.
What concerned Lu Mian most at present was the Spirit Plant Garden at Medicine King Ridge.
If this plan truly succeeded, he would scarcely have to worry about elixirs again.
After all, cultivation came down to talent and resources.
And Lu Mian's strange supernatural ability happened to let him consume vast quantities of cultivation resources perfectly, without wasting even a trace.
That made the Spirit Plant Garden tremendously important to him.
According to Qinghezi's reports, all the spirit plants they had planted had survived and were growing reasonably well. Whether their medicinal potency would weaken once they matured