"Hehe, Martial Brother Ruan, you're right. Could you tell me what needs to be done?" Chen Xun asked with a smile, cupping his fists.
Ruan Zheng kept his eyes straight ahead, but his divine sense had already detected that Zuo Yiying had left. His interest suddenly waned. He had thought he had picked up a bargain and wanted this newly recruited rogue cultivator junior brother to lend him a hand.
Not only had Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators developed divine sense, but their Pill Fire had also grown far stronger. Chen Xun could refine some auxiliary medicinal ingredients for him, greatly saving him time. He was far more useful than those Qi Condensation Stage disciples.
Besides, this Junior Brother Chen Xun came from a rogue cultivator background. One look was enough to tell he had no backing in the sect. Wouldn't it be easy as pie to sweet-talk him over? Perhaps Chen Xun would even be deeply grateful to him.
Then he could casually offer Chen Xun a few pointers and keep him by his side as a tool. Wouldn't that be wonderful? That was the biggest reason they had surrounded Chen Xun earlier and showered him with praise. Who would have thought someone would swoop in and snatch him away?
"The Spiritual Herb Garden does not require an annual tribute of spiritual herbs. If they are needed, someone will naturally come to harvest them. It could be once every ten years, or perhaps once every few decades."
"The elders come to inspect the Spiritual Herb Garden every twenty years. If the sect's precious spiritual herbs are damaged, junior brother Chen Xun will have a hard time of it. You must be careful."
Impatience flashed through Ruan Zheng's eyes. Then he suddenly pretended to be startled. "Junior Brother, there is still