The Advanced Purple Lingzhi was a divine antidote substance — it could neutralize virtually any poison.
For anyone else, this would be an absolute treasure, comparable even to quasi-Heaven Grade spiritual medicine.
But for Jiang Chen, it was of little use. His bloodline was immune to all poisons, so toxins simply had no effect on him.
The Advanced Purple Lingzhi, naturally, was not all that precious to him.
"Gaoqi, take it. This has been a learning experience for you." Jiang Chen handed the Advanced Purple Lingzhi to Mu Gaoqi and continued examining Du Lihuang's storage ring.
Besides the Advanced Purple Lingzhi, there was also a stalk of Phoenix Wing Grass — an exceedingly rare Earth Grade spiritual medicine. It was a supreme healing substance.
If used in alchemy, its value would be truly immeasurable.
Beyond the Phoenix Wing Grass and the Advanced Purple Lingzhi — these two Earth Grade spiritual medicines — Du Lihuang's ring also contained several sword manuals and a handful of swords.
Jiang Chen had little interest in the sword manuals.
The swords, however, were of rather decent quality.
In addition, there were tens of thousands of high-grade Yuan Spirit Stones and a number of pills.
The pills were all of middling quality, and Jiang Chen had even less interest in them. When it came to pills, the Holy Sword Palace was simply far inferior.
After finishing with Du Lihuang's ring, Jiang Chen turned to Wei Qing's ring.
Wei Qing's ring held all manner of strange and unusual items. Various poisonous herbs, various toxins, various manuals on poisons.
Wei Qing could truly be described as poison incarnate.
Apart from those items, Wei Qing's ring also contained a considerable number of pills. The Carefree Sect was also a major force in the Dao of Alchemy, and their pill-craft was nothing to scoff at.
But even these pills held little interest for Jiang Chen.
That said, Wei Qing had clearly struck it rich on this expedition — his ring contained a large quantity of spiritual medicine, including no fewer than two stalks of Earth Grade spiritual medicine! And the number of True Saint Grade and Saint Grade spiritual medicines was two to three times what Du Lihuang had possessed.
It was clear that Wei Qing had a real knack for finding spiritual medicine — his haul far exceeded Du Lihuang's.
The only items that truly caught Jiang Chen's eye were those two Earth Grade spiritual medicines.
After stripping everything clean, Jiang Chen returned to Mu Gaoqi's side. "Gaoqi, we need to move. Find a quiet spot — change your clothes first, then refine away the lingering scent on your body."
The two left the scene at speed.
Du Lihuang and Wei Qing were both top-tier geniuses of the Myriad Forms Domain. Their deaths would inevitably send the Holy Sword Palace and the Carefree Sect into a frenzy.
Although Jiang Chen had left no traces behind, he had no intention of lingering at the scene.
One day later, in a remote and secluded area, Mu Gaoqi had fully recovered, and the tracking mark Wei Qing had left on his body had been completely refined away.
After changing into fresh attire, Jiang Chen and Mu Gaoqi finally made their appearance in an unhurried manner.
"Gaoqi, remember — what happened to those two men never happened." Jiang Chen reminded him.
"Don't worry, Brother Chen. I know." Mu Gaoqi had been through several trials and tribulations, tempered by life and death, and had matured considerably in mindset.
The two talked as they walked, continuing to press deeper.
Although they had been the first to enter Illusory Wave Mountain, judging by the time, only three days remained.
"Gaoqi, have you run into any fellow disciples from the Dan Qian Palace these past few days?" Jiang Chen asked.
Mu Gaoqi shook his head, then suddenly recalled something. "Brother Chen, I heard a few days ago that several elders went deep into the innermost reaches of the Ancient Medicine Garden. It seems they've uncovered something there."
"Oh?"
Jiang Chen's heart stirred slightly. "Then we should go take a look!"
As they spoke, they quickened their pace, hurtling toward the deeper regions of the Ancient Medicine Garden.
Though the Ancient Medicine Garden covered a vast expanse, it was different from the entirety of Illusory Wave Mountain, which stretched for thousands of miles. The Ancient Medicine Garden was only a few hundred miles across — not particularly large by comparison.
With their increased speed, despite encountering various situations along the way, in just two or three hours they were drawing very close to the inner perimeter of the Ancient Medicine Garden.
Along the way, they occasionally crossed paths with geniuses from various sects, but everyone was moving with great haste — clearly, none of them had any interest in scheming against one another.
"Gaoqi, it seems something has indeed been discovered in the inner perimeter. Otherwise, everyone wouldn't be rushing in like this. Let's go too."
Jiang Chen was about to accelerate when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gaze locking onto the hillside to the left.
"A Pill Heart Fruit?"
Jiang Chen's heart gave a jolt. The Pill Heart Fruit was only a high-rank Saint Grade spiritual medicine — it didn't even qualify as True Saint Grade. But this particular fruit was exceptionally rare.
Moreover, this Pill Heart Fruit was a deep crimson from inside out, so vivid and translucent it seemed almost transparent. This was clearly a Pill Heart Fruit of the highest quality.
Under normal circumstances, though the Pill Heart Fruit was a fine treasure, Jiang Chen might not have given it a second glance.
But as it happened, the Pill Heart Fruit was one of the four spiritual medicines needed to treat the Bewildering Spirit Miasma afflicting Ling Bi'er's father, Ling Su.
"Gaoqi, wait here for a moment. I'm going to pick that Pill Heart Fruit."
Jiang Chen's body swayed as he rose into the air, his speed astonishing, and in an instant he arrived at the hillside.
Just as he was about to pick the Pill Heart Fruit, a figure suddenly hurtled toward him from the opposite direction. As the figure rushed past, Jiang Chen caught a clear glimpse — it was none other than Wang Han of the Holy Sword Palace.
Wang Han was in a wretched state — his face was deathly pale, his white robe was filthy and stained with dirt, tangled with bits of dead grass and twigs, his hair a disheveled mess. The sight left Jiang Chen rather puzzled.
But then Jiang Chen suddenly realized something. His expression changed.