“Looks like this is the place where all the herbs of the Black Sect are planted, no wonder it has such a strong aroma of herbs. Daoist Black has given me permission to enter Palace Black whenever I want, so there shouldn’t be any places within the Black Sect where I can’t go.”
Jiang Chen thought to himself as he continued ascending towards the mountain peak. Doesn’t matter if it was his past or current life, everyone looked at him as if he was a domineering king with superior combat strength, but they had also forgotten that he was also a Saint level alchemist. Jiang Chen rarely concocted pills, and in his past life, he would only do so for himself.
His combat strength had overshadowed the fact that he was also an alchemist. Jiang Chen’s concocting skills were unique, in Saint Origin, there was only a handful of people who could compare with him.
Soon, Jiang Chen silently arrived at the mountain peak, and what he saw was a completely different scenery. It was a luxuriously green and beautiful place; many rare flowers and grasses were growing everywhere. He could see that not in front of him, there was a plantation of herbs with a circumference of more than a mile; all sorts of ordinary and rare herbs were planted within.
A finely built building sat right in the middle of the peak. The scenery looked like a different world.
At this moment, there was an old man who had squatted down in the herb plantation. The old man was in his fifties, he was fat and beardless, he had an oily face, and he looked fresh.
However, the old man was frowning. He stared at two herbs that had been planted at a corner of the herb plantation. The herbs were only as big as the size of a palm, and they looked withered and lifeless.
“How can this be? Why won’t they grow?”
The old man let out a sigh, “Damn it, every single day I give you water, I transfer Yuan energy to you, and I’ve given you the best place to grow…However, not only are not growing, you even wither with each passing day, who can tell me why?”
The old man felt helpless and was getting angrier. He wanted to pull these two herbs out from the dirt, but he just couldn’t do it.
“Hmph! I don’t believe there’s an herb that I, Guo Shan can’t grow!”
The old man let out a cold snort. His name was Guo Shan, and he was a Divine Core warrior, as well as the best alchemist in the Black Sect; this entire mountain belonged to him. In the Black Sect, he was an important person. Many young alchemists were his students, and even Daoist Black would need to show respect towards him.