Senior Sister, Isn't It a Bit Too Blatant for You to Act Like This

"Even Qi Refinement Stage Three cultivators are coming to do menial labor—the competition is too fierce!"

The disciple guarding the entrance to Minor World No. 1 watched Li Chuan's retreating figure and couldn't help but feel relieved.

Luckily, he had slipped the overseer some spirit stones to secure this simple yet well-rewarded task of guarding the portal.

The entrance to a minor world was essentially a spatial passage, usually very stable and difficult to destroy. The Yin-Yang Sect stationed guards here merely to prevent overcrowding and unnecessary conflicts.

Having cultivated for so many years, Li Chuan had entered several minor worlds before. So when he stepped into Minor World No. 1, he didn’t waste time marveling at the scenery. Instead, he immediately took to the skies to survey the area.

As far as the eye could see, there were spirit fields and spirit soil everywhere, dotted with disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect.

Honestly, he had already guessed this would be the case when Zhou Hanhe mentioned Minor World No. 1.

Since this was the first minor world ever discovered, it must have been thoroughly scavenged countless times. Finding a Tier 1 spirit herb here was nearly impossible.

But just being able to enter this place filled him with immense joy.

His Level 7 Spirit Herb Identification skill allowed him to recognize 95% of all Tier 1 spirit herbs in the world—a talent absolutely unmatched in this branch of the Yin-Yang Sect.

In fact, even if he considered the entire Yin-Yang Sect, including those old monsters, few could surpass him in this regard.

He was certain that in such a vast minor world, there had to be overlooked spirit herbs waiting to be discovered.

After quickly scanning the distant dense forest, Li Chuan flew toward it without hesitation.

Along the way, he noted that about 30% of this minor world’s land had been cultivated into spirit fields, with large patches of spirit soil appearing every mile or two.

Most were spirit rice fields—after all, spirit rice was in high demand, easy to grow, and though the profits were modest, the simplicity made it worthwhile.

After flying a few miles, Li Chuan descended into a dense forest spanning roughly two square miles. Given the surrounding spirit fields, it was obvious this place was frequently visited.

"Hope for a lucky start," Li Chuan muttered to himself as he began searching.

An hour later, he crouched beside a cluster of weeds and carefully dug out a single plant.

"Not bad luck at all—it’s actually a Tier 1 Dewgrass!"

When he held the plant up to the sunlight, the dewdrop clinging to its leaf shimmered with a faint, misty aura, distinguishing it from ordinary weeds.

Dewgrass itself had no alchemical value, but it could condense the surrounding spiritual energy into dewdrops.

These dewdrops, whether consumed directly or paired with other spirit foods, had remarkable effects—like owning a chicken that laid golden eggs. Its value was considerable.

"Heh, this is worth at least 30 spirit stones." Delighted, Li Chuan sealed the dewdrop with a spell and tucked the plant into his robe before resuming his search.

Unfamiliar with Minor World No. 1 and hindered by the many developed spirit fields, Li Chuan wasted a lot of time taking detours. By the time he reached the more densely forested areas, it was already the next day.

Still, his harvest had been quite fruitful.

"Tier 1 Spiritleaf Grass—essential for alchemy. Normally, one stalk is only worth 2 spirit stones, but this one mutated into a three-leaf variant. Selling it for 100 spirit stones isn’t unreasonable. Tsk, these guys didn’t even recognize a two-leaf Spiritleaf Grass."

"Tier 1 Verdant Vine—1 spirit stone per meter. This one’s only half a meter… Might as well take it anyway."

"Tier 1 Bitter Spirit Tree—its fruit sharpens a cultivator’s senses, making it excellent for breakthroughs or desperate battles. Too bad this sapling just sprouted. At most, it’s worth 200 spirit stones. If it were a century-old Bitter Spirit Tree, I’d be rich."

He chuckled at his own wishful thinking. A century-old Bitter Spirit Tree would be worth thousands of spirit stones. If something so widely recognized by cultivators had truly been overlooked for a hundred years, it certainly wouldn’t be left for him to find.

Once his daily Fortune Points refreshed, he upgraded his Spirit Herb Identification to Level 8.

Tier 1 Spirit Herb Identification – Level 8 (0/3)

At Level 8, he could now discern every growth stage of any spirit herb—an almost heaven-defying blessing. There was no need to be too greedy; what was meant to be his would come in time.

Pleased with today’s gains, Li Chuan didn’t linger to search elsewhere. After combing through the forest, he left Minor World No. 1 directly.

Originally, he had planned to visit Chu Mengyou once he earned 100 spirit stones, but now he had far exceeded that.

A man must keep his promises—especially the ones he makes to himself.

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At the Mission Hall, Zhao Mingxuan nudged Zhou Hanhe when he saw Li Chuan stride in with purpose.

"Junior Brother Zhou, that disciple is back. Look at how aggressively he’s walking—do you think he’s here to return the pills?"

Zhou Hanhe frowned at Li Chuan’s swift approach and snorted. "He wouldn’t dare. Unless he never wants to take another spirit herb mission from me again."

Before they could say more, Li Chuan reached the counter and swiftly laid out his findings.

"Senior Brother, it seems my luck held. I actually found quite a few spirit herbs. Please settle the reward for me."

Zhou Hanhe and Zhao Mingxuan gaped at the items on the table.

Zhao Mingxuan exclaimed, "You found all these in Minor World No. 1?"

He had visited Minor World No. 1 many times himself, but never had he retrieved spirit herbs as quickly as Li Chuan just did.

Zhou Hanhe picked up the Dewgrass and stared at Li Chuan. "What is this?"

"Dewgrass. Senior Brother doesn’t recognize Dewgrass?" Li Chuan replied, baffled. A disciple in charge of spirit herbs not knowing Dewgrass—how unprofessional.

"Of course I know it’s Dewgrass! I’m talking about this!" Zhou Hanhe pointed at the perfectly round dewdrop on the leaf. "Don’t tell me this is Spirit Dew! A droplet this size must be at least three years old. Just this alone is worth 7 spirit stones."

"Even if Dewgrass looks like a weed, do you really think a 7-spirit-stone dew could sit out in the open for three years without anyone noticing?"

Li Chuan nearly rolled his eyes. So just because they were incompetent and missed it, they were blaming him?

Wait—no. A three-year-old Spirit Dew should be worth at least fourteen or fifteen spirit stones, not seven. This guy was trying to cheat him!

Just then, a calm female voice drifted from the door beside Zhao Mingxuan.

"Zhou Hanhe, how can you not recognize Spirit Dew? Bring it here—let me see."

"Yes, Senior Sister Mo." Zhou Hanhe bowed respectfully before carrying the Dewgrass into the room.

Moments later, Li Chuan heard a soft sipping sound, followed by Senior Sister Mo’s voice.

"It is indeed three-year-old Spirit Dew. The spiritual energy within is very pure."

Then came Zhou Hanhe’s flattery: "As expected of Senior Sister Mo’s discerning eye, instantly identifying its authenticity."

Li Chuan had initially thought Senior Sister Mo possessed truly discerning eyes. However, when Zhou Hanhe emerged from the room holding the Dew-Gathering Grass, the sight of the clearly halved spiritual dew on its leaves made the corner of Li Chuan’s mouth twitch involuntarily.

So it wasn’t insight—it was a drinking contest! Why didn’t you just slurp it all up while you were at it?