"Wow, the way you put it almost makes me feel bad about eating it."
Even as Wu Feng said she felt bad, she hurriedly took the Fire Dragon Grass from Chen Ping.
As she felt the powerful, noble aura of flame within this immortal herb, along with that faint trace of incomparably exalted draconic might, her eyes filled with longing.
"Then just put it on the ground now. Give it a couple of days to recover, and it'll grow wings and fly."
Chen Ping looked at Wu Feng with some amusement as he spoke.
"Th-then never mind. I'll leave the roots and stalk after I eat it. This Fire Dragon Grass can fly again in another ten thousand years. Hehe."
Clutching the Fire Dragon Grass, Wu Feng dashed off like a wisp of smoke, making everyone laugh.
"Next are yours, Brother He, Xiao Xiao, and Wang Dong. Immortal herbs suited to you weren't easy to find, but fortunately, they could still be found."
Chen Ping soon took out several more immortal herbs in turn and handed them to the others. After explaining how to use them, he watched them find places to cultivate.
Although everyone was now sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen, heading toward twenty, and somewhat older than Tang San and Xiao Wu had been when they ate their immortal herbs.
Compared with fellows like Oscar and Dai Mubai, who had eaten immortal herbs at sixteen or seventeen, they were not particularly old, nor could they really be said to have eaten them late.
It was just that when Oscar and the others ate their immortal herbs back then, their cultivation had only been in the thirties, which had produced the remarkable sight of increases ranging from at least five levels to as many as seven or eight.
Now, even