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"Truly, things have turned around for the better! I saw a spiritual herb as soon as I came in!" Fan Tong chuckled and quickly walked to the left front.

He discreetly observed his surroundings, then placed the iron bucket directly in front of him. He squatted down, brushed aside the withered leaves, and revealed a small, fiery red blade of grass.

Crimson Flame Grass, a low-grade spiritual medicine!

Carefully uprooting the Crimson Flame Grass, ignoring the remaining soil, Fan Tong swallowed it with satisfaction. Instantly, he felt a surge of spiritual energy and vitality emanating from it, which was then absorbed into his body by the nameless cultivation technique.

"Spiritual herbs are truly wonderful things, absolutely essential for my cultivation. Just this small spiritual herb is worth an hour of my arduous practice!"

Fan Tong patted his belly and exclaimed with shining eyes.

With such benefits, he began to search with even greater concentration. Whether it was because there were many spiritual herbs in this Treasure Mountain or because he was incredibly lucky, he actually swallowed five low-grade spiritual herbs in just half an hour.

"Wow!" As Fan Tong turned a corner along the mountain road, a medicinal herb garden came into view, prompting him to exclaim in surprise.

The herb garden sat there quietly, like a vibrant green ocean, filled with the fragrance of various medicinal herbs.

Each spiritual plant is like a carefully cultivated treasure, its leaves shimmering with a verdant luster in the sunlight, telling tales of its value and past.

"It's truly amazing!" Fan Tong took a deep breath, feeling his mind become clear, and couldn't help but exclaim again.

"Who dares to trespass on Hundred Treasures Mountain?" Before the voice had even finished, a young apprentice, his body reeking of various medicinal herbs, ran over from afar, glaring at Fan Tong with an unfriendly expression.

"This servant, Fan Tong, has been ordered to deliver goods!" Fan Tong put the iron bucket aside and quickly bowed to explain.

Don't underestimate this little medicine boy; in terms of value, he is in no way inferior to a true disciple. More importantly, Fan Tong doesn't want to break ties with Baibaoshan.

"Nonsense! What we need is something only a true disciple is qualified to deliver, how could we possibly send a lowly servant like you?"

"This is the delivery order. Please take a look, senior brother. I am just following orders. Please investigate if there is anything inappropriate!"

"I remember who you are now. How amusing! In this Fengqing Sect, someone dares to treat our Hundred Treasures Mountain like a weapon! Fan Tong, don't you know the sect's rules?"

The young apprentice glanced at the delivery slip, saw the iron bucket, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

"Please forgive me, senior brother. The punishment for refusing a mission is relatively severe. I can't do anything about what that bastard Li Lianying arranged!" Fan Tong adopted a humble attitude, but his tone was anything but polite.

"You do whatever that sissy tells you to do? That's so unlike you, a tough nut to crack!"

“If you don’t believe me, senior brother, there’s nothing I can do. Why don’t you call that bastard over and ask him yourself?” Fan Tong clapped his hands, looking helpless.

"It's better for me to take you down than to talk to that sissy!" The medicine boy chuckled and walked towards Fan Tong with an impolite expression.

Seeing this, Fan Tong's expression also turned serious. "I just don't want to offend Baibaoshan, not because I'm afraid of a little medicine boy like you."

"What's going on? What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket!" At this critical moment, a clear voice came from the bamboo house next door.

"Senior Sister Yanwu, this servant disciple has trespassed into the forbidden area. I will tell you the details after I capture him!" Upon hearing this, the medicine boy quickly stopped what he was doing and respectfully spoke to the bamboo house.

"Servant disciple?" Yan Wu pushed open the window of the bamboo house. Due to the spiritual mist separating them, Fan Tong could only see a tall, red figure.

"Fan Tong? Let's leave it at that for now. Medicine boy, check if he's hiding any medicinal herbs. If not, let him go down the mountain!" Yan Wu quickly understood the situation and instructed the medicine boy.

"This... is it! Senior Sister!" The medicine boy was somewhat unwilling, but he didn't have the courage to argue with Yan Wu over such a trivial matter.

"Fan Tong, you're lucky! Get down the mountain now!" The medicine boy carefully examined the items but found no hidden spiritual plants. He then urged Fan Tong to leave the mountain.

"Thank you for helping me out, Senior Sister Yanwu. I will repay you in the future!" Fan Tong ignored the smug look on the medicine boy's face and sincerely clasped his hands in a salute to Yanwu.

"Let's go down the mountain! Don't cause any more trouble along the way!" Yan Wu said casually, then closed the bamboo house window.

"Any reward? You'll be lucky to survive! Get lost!" The apprentice scoffed, urged him on, and turned to leave.

Fan Tong was puzzled and embarrassed, not because of the medicine boy's reprimand, but because of Yan Wu's final instructions, as if Yan Wu knew him very well.

Yan Wu is a true disciple of the esteemed Lord of Baibao Mountain, holding such a high position that even some elders without real power dare not easily offend her. She never expected that she would know of Fan Tong.

"Sigh! What a pity. I finally managed to get in here, so I should at least make something out of it!" Fan Tong unconsciously rubbed his nose, picked up the iron bucket, and pretended to walk down the mountain.

Baibao Mountain is a natural treasure trove. You can enter Baibao Mountain and leave empty-handed, but you absolutely cannot leave empty-handed!

Once out of Yanwu and the medicine boy's sight, Fan Tong began to wander through the primeval forest, hoping to find some more unclaimed spiritual herbs and medicines to feast on.

"This place is truly my sacred ground. I wish I could stay here forever." In just a quarter of an hour, Fan Tong had consumed two more low-grade spiritual herbs. He squatted on the ground and couldn't help but sigh.

"Who's behind the iron bucket? Stand up!" A sharp shout rang out, and two disciples surrounded Fan Tong.

"I am a servant disciple, ordered to deliver goods here, but I got lost. Please use this place for a moment!" Fan Tong calmly stood up, casually adjusting his clean linen robe.

"How could that be? You can't even come up with an excuse. How could we, Baibaoshan, possibly send servants and disciples to deliver goods?" The two patrolling disciples looked at Fan Tong with disdain, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Senior Sister Yanwu said the same thing, but after I explained, she let me go down the mountain. It's a pity I took the wrong path!" Fan Tong walked calmly toward the patrolling disciples.

"Oh? You've met Senior Sister Yanwu. In that case, follow this path straight down the mountain. Don't let me see you again, or even if Senior Sister Yanwu is there, I'll capture you and take you to the elders!"

The patrolling disciple checked the delivery slip and then examined whether Fan Tong was carrying any spiritual plants. Afterward, he told Fan Tong the way down the mountain.

"Thank you both, senior brothers. I'll head down the mountain now, don't worry!" Fan Tong said gratefully, then picked up the iron bucket and walked down the mountain.

Once he was out of sight of the two patrolling disciples, he began to scatter again, searching for spiritual herbs and medicines.

Another half hour passed. Perhaps Fan Tong's good luck had taken the lead. He had only eaten two low-grade spiritual herbs, but he was questioned by four groups of patrolling disciples. If it weren't for Yan Wu as a shield, he would probably have been caught and interrogated by the elders long ago.

"Let's leave it at that for now. If we run into those patrolling disciples again, it'll be hard to get away! I think... wait, what smells so good?"

Just as Fan Tong was about to head home, a gentle breeze blew by, and the rich fragrance immediately invigorated him!