516: Chapter 516: Struggle for the dicine Garden!
(2 Updates) 516: Chapter 516: Struggle for the dicine Garden!
(2 Updates) In the room.
Ling Feng took several deep breaths until the fragrance that belonged to Wang Caiwei completely dispersed from the room, and then he let out a heavy sigh.
“Maintaining purity of mind in such a situation is truly not sothing an ordinary person can achieve.”
Ling Feng shook his head with a smile and slowly opened the map that Wang Caiwei had brought over.
On the map, the paths were clearly marked along with the locations of precious dicinal materials, and the Primordial Spirit Grass he needed was located in the northwest corner of the dicine Garden.
With this outburst of demon energy, the area where Primordial Spirit Grass was planted would definitely be overcrowded.
As the saying goes, the swift ones get the gains, and the slow ones are left wanting.
This ti, participating in the dicine Garden competition would probably bring forth many experts of the Divine Origin Realm level, and even Ling Feng could not afford to take it lightly.
Suddenly, Ling Feng noticed that in the center of the map, a bright red area was marked, and beside it was written the word “Forbidden Area” in red ink, extrely eye-catching.
Ling Feng thought carefully, considering that since the dicine Garden was controlled by the City Lord Mansion, the forbidden area was likely where they planted so precious dicines that they didn’t want outsiders to share.
After scanning the whole map, Ling Feng had already planned his route in his mind, only waiting for three days to pass before he would enter the dicine Garden with Wang Tianlin to harvest the Primordial Spirit Grass.
Soon, the day of the dicine Garden competition arrived as scheduled.
In the anti, Ling Feng hadn’t been idle either, buying a more detailed map with various Demon Clan territories marked, spending several tens of thousands of Crystal Coins, but considering it well worth the cost.
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On this day, in the West Suburb of Iron Wolf City, the crowd bustled around the dicine Garden controlled by the City Lord Mansion, with its entrance located in the West Suburb.
Looking around, the area was packed with people like a dark mass.
Among the crowd, Ling Feng saw many figures wearing black robes adorned with skull markings, naturally mbers of the Skeleton Gang.
The Skeleton Gang was an Overlord-level presence in the city, and of course, they would not be pitiful like Tianlin Comrce with rely two spots—they had a whopping fifty slots!
About half an hour later, an elderly man with white hair and beard proceeded to a temporary platform built in front of the dicine Garden’s gate.
He looked down at the crowd and shouted, “The competition for the dicine Garden this year now officially begins!
Once you enter the dicine Garden, you have only three hours.
Within three hours, you must all withdraw, or else don’t bla the Elder Council of our City Lord Mansion for being rciless!”
The crowd nodded in agreent, understanding the old rules well.
The elder’s repetition was also ant to deter so opportunists hoping to sneak by.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the City Lord Mansion’s Elder took out a key, inserted it into a stele, and the gate to the dicine Garden swung open.
In an instant, the crowd boiled with excitent as everyone rushed in, having paid three years’ worth of fees for a single chance to harvest.
They had to make sure to get their money’s worth!
Ling Feng, however, remained unhurried, pulling Wang Tianlin with him as they squeezed into the crowd, careful not to reveal his strength too early and draw attention.
Before long, Ling Feng finally made it to the entrance of the dicine Garden.
Taking hold of Wang Tianlin’s hand, he stepped forward and strode into the garden.
Wang Tianlin, being dragged along by Ling Feng, was filled with imnse excitent.
For so many years, their Tianlin Comrce had always been one of the last to enter, ending up with the leftovers of the Spiritual dicines harvested by others, and not much to show for it.
And this ti, they kept pace with the first group of people, which ant there was an extrely high probability of obtaining better Spiritual dicine.
Wang Tianlin, that fellow, collected various kinds of Spiritual dicine with much enthusiasm all along the way.
Ling Feng did not stop him, for these herbs were beneath his notice, but for an establishnt like Tianlin Comrce, they were a considerable fortune.
Since Ling Feng had taken one of his spots, it was only natural to offer so care in return.
Even when so fools, seeing Wang Tianlin as a re Seventh-level Origin Transformation Realm Martial Artist, dared to pick Treasure dicine and intended to rob him directly, they were all crushed into a ball and kicked away by Ling Feng.
With his current strength, dealing with ordinary Origin Transformation Realm Martial Artists didn’t even warrant opening the Mixed Elent Lock.
After helping Wang Tianlin gather so precious herbs, Ling Feng quickly led him toward the area where the Primordial Spirit Grass was planted.
In reality, Ling Feng could have left Wang Tianlin behind, but the man was so weak that, had he been left alone, it likely wouldn’t have been half a mont before others would have left him with nothing, not even his pants.
Having his belongings taken would be the least of his troubles, for his very life might not be spared.
The saying goes: seeing good deeds through to the end, deliver the Buddha to the West—thus, Ling Feng had no choice but to stick by this old fellow’s side ’til the end.
With the astonishing speed of Ling Feng, within about the ti it takes to brew a pot of tea, they arrived at the northwest corner where the Primordial Spirit Grass was planted.
The dicine Garden dedicated to Primordial Spirit Grass wasn’t large, with only around three to five hundred plants of varying ages.
There were one-year and three-year-old plants, as it was opened to the public every three years.
Finding one over ten years old was extrely difficult, or more aptly put, nonexistent here.
Ling Feng lightly plucked a leaf and chewed on it to determine that this three-year-old Primordial Spirit Grass was roughly only capable of neutralizing the poison of a Fifth-rank Demon Beast.
“If it’s a larger dose, it should have so effect on the poison of a Sixth-level Demon King too.”
Ling Feng felt a slight frustration, but he had to make do; it was still better than nothing.
With a sweep of his hand, Ling Feng grabbed a handful of Primordial Spirit Grass and tossed it into his Spirit Storage Ring.
Suddenly, he felt a flicker of alertness in his heart, sensing a trace of murderous intent from behind.
The next mont, a gust of wind shot towards him—it was an ambush!
“Xiao Feng, be careful!”
Wang Tianlin, watching from behind, saw over ten black-robed Martial Artists with sword blades charging towards them and hurriedly shouted a warning.
Ling Feng swiftly turned around, his right hand sweeping up to grasp the incoming sword blades in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, he sent the black-robed assailants flying.
In no ti at all, those in black robes tumbled clumsily to the ground, writhing in pain and howling.
Ling Feng’s gaze was as sharp as lightning as he stared down those who had attacked him, snorting coldly, “Are you from the Skeleton Gang?”
“Not bad!”
At that mont, a middle-aged man clad in a black robe and adorned with a skull ornant on his head, sauntering forward while clapping his hands, erged.
His face bore a sinister expression akin to that of Guo Xiao.
“You, boy, did you kill my third brother?”
The black-robed figure gazed at Ling Feng icily, fixing him with a stare as venomous as a snake, giving off a chilly and malevolent air.
A few days ago, mbers of the Skeleton Gang discovered their Third Gang Leader Guo Xiao had been brutally killed outside the city, while the mbers of Tianlin Comrce had returned unscathed.
That was quite telling.
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