Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Shen Yanchu glanced at Cui Yu'an casually, secretly thinking to himself that this guy was quite lucky with women. The guards sent by this Miss Wang were all highly skilled in martial arts, no ordinary people. They were agile, with sharp eyes, exuding an aura that commanded respect.

The Cloud Mist Mountain before us is shrouded in miasma year-round, its towering peaks and dense forests a mysterious and dangerous place. Throughout history, countless people have attempted to traverse this mountain forest, only to lose their way within. The pervasive mist obscures the path ahead, making it feel as if one is in a dreamlike world.

Looking up at the Cloud Mist Mountain, Shen Yanchu felt a surge of challenge. He knew that traversing this mountain forest would not be easy. He took a deep breath and resolutely embarked on his journey, heading deeper into the Cloud Mist Mountain.

From ancient times to the present, there has been a legendary, magical lotus called the Izumo Lotus, said to be able to cure all poisons and bring the dead back to life. This legend has attracted countless people to search for it, embarking on long and perilous journeys filled with hope and dreams.

Throughout history, countless people have wandered this mysterious land, traversing dense forests, climbing towering mountains, and fording turbulent rivers, all in search of the legendary Cloud Lotus. Some lost their way along the way, some encountered danger, and some even paid the ultimate price.

Now, they had arrived here, following the ancient path, surrounded by dense forests and steep peaks. Along the way, they encountered many difficulties and challenges, but they never gave up. Finally, after a long journey, they reached a mysterious valley.

A light mist hung in the valley, making it feel like a fairyland. Wenzhu and his companions cautiously entered the valley, searching for traces of the Cloud Lotus. They carefully observed their surroundings, not missing a single detail.

Suddenly, Wenzhu spotted a peculiar plant. Its flowers shone with a dazzling light, like a radiant pearl. A surge of excitement filled Wenzhu; he realized this might be the Cloud Lotus they had been searching for. He cautiously approached the plant, carefully observing its shape and characteristics.

After careful observation and research, Wenzhu confirmed that this was the legendary Izumo Chonglian (Izumo Lotus). He and his companions were overjoyed; they had finally found this magical plant. They carefully picked the Izumo Chonglian and prepared to take it back with them.

Shen Yanchu stood in the open field, staring in astonishment at the sky. The once clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, with dark clouds gathering and a howling wind blowing; a storm was imminent.

Just then, a stray arrow pierced the air with incredible speed, catching everyone off guard. Shen Yanchu reacted swiftly, channeling his inner energy and using his lightness skill to dodge the deadly arrow.

However, before he could even catch his breath, a hail of arrows rained down. The dense barrage of arrows left no escape. The head guard, his face filled with terror, shouted, "Protect the young master!"

Shen Yanchu's eyes were resolute; he knew he couldn't panic now. He quickly surveyed his surroundings, searching for a way to avoid the rain of arrows. He spotted a large rock not far away, grabbed Cui Yu'an, and darted behind it.

After a while, the rain of arrows finally subsided. Shen Yanchu emerged from behind the boulder, his body covered in dust and blood. Seven or eight of his guards were also injured, but thankfully no one had died.

Cui Yu'an stood there, patting his chest with lingering fear, a chill running down his spine. He whirled around and saw a large knife thrusting towards him. Instinctively, he lunged forward, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Before he could even get his footing, a group of men in black suddenly appeared and surrounded them. These men in black were all tall and burly, with cold faces, carrying various weapons, and their eyes revealed a fierce aura.

Cui Yu'an looked around, inwardly groaning. He didn't know who these men in black were, nor why he was being attacked. He only knew that he had to find a way out of this predicament, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Then, he began to observe the movements of the men in black, looking for their weaknesses. He discovered that although there were many of them, their coordination was poor, and their attack methods were relatively simple.

So he decided to take the initiative. He suddenly charged forward, lunging at one of the men in black. Caught off guard, the man was tackled to the ground. Cui Yu'an seized the opportunity to snatch the weapon from his hand and then turned to swing it at the other men in black.

Seeing his ferocity, the other men in black felt a chill run down their spines. They began to retreat, no longer daring to approach him easily. Taking advantage of this, Cui Yu'an broke through the encirclement and fled into the distance.

During his escape, he kept looking back and saw that the men in black weren't chasing him. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowed his pace. He didn't know where to go, and Shen Yanchu led the remaining twenty-odd guards out.

"Wenzhu, they've come for the medicine we have. This can't go on; we have to find a way to deal with them. Cloud Mist Mountain is vast, and if we get entangled with them, our situation will be extremely dangerous."

Cui Yu'an nodded upon hearing this, his gaze deep and solemn, as if he were deep in thought. Who exactly were those men in black? They must have arrived before us and laid an ambush. All of this filled him with doubt and unease.

He looked around and saw only silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the breeze. A strange tension welled up inside him; he knew this place was fraught with danger and the unknown.

But why didn't they just collect the herbs and leave? This was a question that puzzled him greatly. Did they have some other purpose? His heart was filled with doubt and worry.

"Yan Chu, what exactly is their conspiracy? Could it be that the herbs we just gathered were fake? But these herbs are the same as those described in the book. Is it someone behind you trying to eliminate us completely?"

Shen Yanchu stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the bottomless valley, his heart filled with doubt. He knew that finding the second legendary divine herb would not be easy, but for now, he could only continue onward.

The group behind him also looked troubled. They had encountered countless difficulties and challenges along the way and were exhausted. However, they all understood that this miraculous medicine was crucial to them and might be their last hope.

Shen Yanchu took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at everyone, saying, "Everyone has worked hard, but we can't give up. This miraculous medicine may be our only chance, and we must continue our search." His voice was firm and powerful, rekindling everyone's hope.

So they embarked on their journey once more. The mountain paths were rugged and overgrown with thorns, but they did not flinch. Shen Yanchu led the way, carefully exploring every possible place.

Time ticked by, and their hopes gradually faded. But just when they were about to despair, the miasma before them dissipated. The silent, mysterious Cloud Mist Mountain slowly began to reveal its true form.