The Long Eyebrow Immortal looked at Fairy Hundred Flowers in astonishment and asked, “Fairy, weren’t you on the brink of death? How are you so lively now?”
At his words, Lüluo snapped to attention and asked, “Palace Master, could it be…”
“My fire poison has been cured,” Fairy Hundred Flowers said.
“Really? That’s wonderful!” Lüluo hugged her, nearly crying with joy.
The Long Eyebrow Immortal asked curiously, “Your condition was so grave before. How did you recover so suddenly? What method did you use to detoxify?”
Lüluo echoed, “Yes, Palace Master, how did you cure the poison?”
Fairy Hundred Flowers’ expression grew uneasy. She glanced at Ye Qiu, unable to say she had detoxified through their intimate act.
Ye Qiu stepped in to explain, “After I fell into the crevice, I found a spiritual herb. Fairy Hundred Flowers ate it and recovered.”
“That simple?” The Long Eyebrow Immortal was skeptical. “Little brat, what kind of spiritual herb was it?”
“I don’t know. I’d never seen it before. It looked like a lotus,” Ye Qiu lied without batting an eye.
Lüluo smiled, “I knew it. The Palace Master is blessed by heaven and would surely be fine.”
Though the Long Eyebrow Immortal had his doubts, he didn’t press further, saying, “Little brat, I told you there was a glimmer of hope in this saint’s tomb. Do you believe me now?”
Ye Qiu said, “Enough talk. Let’s get out of here.”
The Long Eyebrow Immortal agreed, “Right, we need to hurry and find the saint’s inheritance before those experts outside come in, or we’ll miss our chance.”
With the Qiankun Cauldron’s protection, the group quickly moved forward.
Along the way, they saw countless Jade-Eyed Snow Frosts.
After half an hour, they finally emerged from the canyon.
Fresh air filled their lungs. Before them stretched a vast forest, spanning tens of thousands of acres.
Towering ancient trees reached the sky, accompanied by birdsong and fragrant flowers.
It was brimming with life.
Moreover, there was no trace of ice or snow, no chill, as if it were spring in the mortal world—a stark contrast to the place they had just left, like two different realms.
The Long Eyebrow Immortal was stunned, saying, “Little brat, is this really a saint’s tomb? Why does it feel like a scenic spot in the mortal world?”
Ye Qiu laughed, “No scenic spot in the mortal world has such dense spiritual energy.”
Lüluo was awestruck, “It’s so vast!”
Fairy Hundred Flowers said, “My master once told me that some saintly powerhouses’ tombs are as grand as large cities.”
The Long Eyebrow Immortal’s eyes gleamed, “With a tomb this vast, there must be plenty of treasures.”
At that moment, Ye Qiu felt a stir in his Qiankun Bag and opened it.
“Whoosh!”
The Medicine Marten leaped out, climbing onto Ye Qiu’s shoulder, its small eyes darting around, full of curiosity about the place.
“This little guy’s been cooped up in the Qiankun Bag so long, it must be restless,” the Long Eyebrow Immortal chuckled.
Ye Qiu patted the Medicine Marten’s head.
“Squeak—”
The little creature suddenly let out a cry, jumped off Ye Qiu’s shoulder, and darted into the forest.
“What’s it doing?” the Long Eyebrow Immortal asked.
“Let’s find out,” Ye Qiu said, striding into the forest.
Fairy Hundred Flowers, Lüluo, and the Long Eyebrow Immortal followed.
As Ye Qiu stepped into the forest, he caught a faint medicinal fragrance. Then he saw the Medicine Marten crouched under a large tree, clutching a massive lingzhi and gnawing at it furiously.
“A thousand-year lingzhi!”
The Long Eyebrow Immortal exclaimed, rushing forward to take a bite of the lingzhi, saying as he chewed, “Little guy, leave some for me.”
Fairy Hundred Flowers and Lüluo covered their mouths, giggling.
“Look at you, fighting a spirit beast for food. Have you no shame?”
Ye Qiu said, scanning the surroundings. He was stunned to find the forest teeming with countless medicinal herbs.
All were thousand-year spiritual herbs.
Fairy Hundred Flowers noticed too, exchanging a glance with Ye Qiu. With unspoken understanding, they began swiftly collecting the herbs.
Seeing their actions, the Long Eyebrow Immortal realized what was happening and shouted, “Leave some for this poor Daoist!”
He rushed to gather herbs as well.
After a flurry of activity, Ye Qiu, Fairy Hundred Flowers, and Lüluo collected over fifteen hundred thousand-year spiritual herbs, a massive haul.
The Long Eyebrow Immortal gathered over three hundred thousand-year spiritual herbs, storing them in his spatial ring.
“No wonder it’s a saint’s tomb—so many thousand-year spiritual herbs,” the Long Eyebrow Immortal said, grinning ear to ear.
Turning back, he was dumbfounded.
The Medicine Marten had finished devouring the thousand-year lingzhi and was wiping its mouth with its paws.
“Damn, I didn’t expect you, little thing, to eat so much,” the Long Eyebrow Immortal said to the Medicine Marten. “Next time you find spiritual herbs, eat slower. Eating too fast is bad for your stomach.”
The Medicine Marten rolled its eyes, as if saying, “Bad for my stomach? You’re just worried I’ll eat it all before you get any, shameless old man!”
“Yo, yo, yo, daring to roll your eyes at this poor Daoist? Looking for a beating?” The Long Eyebrow Immortal flicked a finger at the Medicine Marten’s head.
Thud!
The Medicine Marten yelped in pain, then shot off like a gust of wind into the forest depths.
“Slow down, be careful of danger!”
Ye Qiu shouted after it, then chased behind.
Soon, he saw the Medicine Marten digging at the soil with its paws, unearthing a ten-thousand-year spiritual herb.
“Could it be…”
Ye Qiu’s heart raced. Scanning the area, he was shocked to find hundreds of ten-thousand-year spiritual herbs around.
Without hesitation, he began collecting them.
Fairy Hundred Flowers, the Long Eyebrow Immortal, and Lüluo arrived, saw Ye Qiu’s actions, and hurriedly joined in.
Half an hour later, the collection was complete.
Ye Qiu had gathered over six hundred ten-thousand-year spiritual herbs, while the Long Eyebrow Immortal collected over a hundred.
“A saint’s tomb is truly a treasure trove. This trip was worth it,” the Long Eyebrow Immortal said gleefully, his smile as bright as October chrysanthemums.
At that moment, the Medicine Marten finished eating another ten-thousand-year herb, sniffed the air, then hopped to Ye Qiu, tugging at his pant leg to urge him to follow.
Ye Qiu nodded, and the duo—one human, one beast—rushed forward.
Two minutes later, the Medicine Marten stopped, standing upright and pointing ahead with its paw.
Ye Qiu looked up and saw a towering tree, three zhang tall, with a thick trunk and vibrant green leaves.
Above the tree, a canopy of purple qi shimmered.
Instantly, Ye Qiu recognized the tree, his face full of shock: “This is… the Ginseng King!”
