The medicinal garden of East Ridge was enormous. Yet just as Xiangyang had said, most of it was planted with Xiao Yan Grass. Only on the shaded side of a mountain peak far from the cave abode were other spiritual herbs grown. But even that small portion was countless times larger than Shang Hua Ming's medicinal garden! Ordinary and uncommon spiritual herbs of every kind filled the place in dazzling array, planted in separate sections and covering an entire side of the mountain!
Yet, judging by Xiao Hua's "many years" of planting experience, these spiritual herbs were all half-dead, with no value for alchemy whatsoever. The disciples who came to East Ridge to harvest Xiao Yan Grass probably never even looked at them!
"What a pity!" Xiao Hua's eyes gleamed as he looked at those spiritual herbs. He had seen all of them before in the Herbal Codex. Although Ling Zongyu of the Grass Spirit Sect had given him quite a few seeds, those seeds were ultimately ordinary ones, utterly unable to compare with the rare spiritual herbs here.
"Damn it! Once I've familiarized myself with this medicinal garden in a few days, I absolutely have to transplant half of every spiritual herb I don't have in my space!" Xiao Hua swallowed, thinking to himself, Right, as my cultivation has improved, my space has grown much larger too. Hmm, I could probably fit all of East Ridge inside! These spiritual herbs... are still far from enough. If I get the chance, I need to make a trip to Qi Qiao Pavilion and demand all the Thunder Control Sect's spiritual herbs. Whether East Ridge can grow them or not can wait—I'll fill my space first!
Over the past two years, as Xiao Hua's cultivation had soared, the size of his space