The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 815: Chapter 815: Ancient Medicinal Herbs Everywhere

The Universe Gourd had been absorbing the power of the medicinal field for a full month. During this time, Fang Lin left the Supreme Saint Hall three times to check on the field. Although the potent medicinal power had weakened, it still wasn’t safe for people to stay there long.

Huang Yao and the others should have awakened by now, but to avoid suspicion and not wanting them to know about the existence of the Supreme Saint Hall, Fang Lin had used some methods to keep them in a coma, and they hadn’t woken up yet.

It wasn’t until a month later, when Fang Lin left the Supreme Saint Hall for the fourth time and stepped onto the medicinal field, that he realized the majestic medicinal power pervading the area no longer posed a threat to the human body. He immediately felt relieved.

Subsequently, Fang Lin brought Huang Yao and his companions out of the Supreme Saint Hall to awaken them.

The four of them opened their eyes one after another, all of them looking around in confusion.

“Where are we?” the four asked, as it was inevitable for their consciousness to be somewhat unclear after being in a coma for so long.

Fang Lin said, “This is the ancient medicinal field. You fell into a coma because of the medicinal power that had accumulated here for millions of years. Now that the power has diminished, it’s no longer harmful.”

Hearing this, Huang Yao and the others began to remember. Indeed, as soon as they had stepped into the ancient medicinal field, everything had gone dark, and they had passed out.

“We really let our guard down, not expecting such rich medicinal power to be accumulated here,” Sun Zhenghai said with some lingering fear.

However, the four of them also cast curious glances at Fang Lin. They had all passed out, yet he seemed unaffected.

Of course, they didn’t voice this doubt; after all, everyone has their secrets.

And now, with the vast expanse of ancient medicinal fields before them, the joy was evident on their faces. They could hardly wait to start harvesting the herbs, but since Fang Lin was still around and it was thanks to him that they were able to enter this ancient medicinal field, they felt it would be impolite to start picking the herbs before he did.

Fang Lin stood in the middle of the medicinal field, looking around silently. Everything here had many familiar features from his memory, but there were also unfamiliar aspects. After all, too many years had passed, and change was normal.

The herbs planted within this field were all exceptionally rare without exception, and some of them were difficult to find in the outside world.

But here, not only were they plentiful, but each one had been growing for tens of thousands of years. The quality of their medicinal properties was simply unimaginable.

One could say that the value of this ancient medicinal field was immeasurable. If it were known to the outside world, even the great figures of the Upper Three Countries and the high-ranking members of the Pill Alliance would become restless.

And now, this ancient medicinal field was about to benefit these young people.

Fang Lin glanced at Huang Yao and the others, who were eagerly looking at him, and then he said with a smile, “Stay calm, wait until I’ve confirmed there are no other mechanisms or dangers here. It won’t be too late for us to collect the herbs then.”

Although the four of them were impatient to harvest the herbs, Fang Lin had spoken, so they reluctantly held back. Besides, they had already arrived at the ancient medicinal field; it wasn’t as if the field could sprout legs and run away, was it?

Fang Lin began to investigate the medicinal field, and his eyes were greeted with various precious herbs. He, too, was excited. Finding this medicinal field was significant, regardless of whether or not it belonged to an acquaintance from the past. The value of the ancient herbs alone was beyond imagination.

When he reached the edge of the medicinal field, Fang Lin saw a wicker chair brimming with vitality, sprouting new branches and tender buds.

Because of the overwhelming medicinal power within the field, the wicker chair too had been nourished and imbued with life, prompting it to grow anew.

This wicker chair, Fang Lin remembered—it had once been occupied by an old man with a kind face, who would nap on it.

Now, looking at this rattan chair, it’s as if I can hear the faint snoring of the old man napping in it all those years ago.

Before I know it, Fang Lin wears a smile, but the smile is tinged with sorrow.

All that once was has vanished, leaving only Fang Lin alone in this unfamiliar era. Seeing some of the relics of the past is a small consolation.

Behind the rattan chair, there are several large bags of Spiritual Fertilizer stockpiled. This Spiritual Fertilizer is specially used for cultivating medicinal herbs, able to promote their growth and enhance their quality.

I don’t need to look to know that these Spiritual Fertilizers can still be used, as they wouldn’t have deteriorated despite the passage of time.

The moment Fang Lin saw these bags of Spiritual Fertilizer, a thought surfaced in his mind, and once it did, he couldn’t suppress it any longer.

“I want to take this entire medicinal field with me,” Fang Lin said to himself, and as soon as the thought arose, he had already made up his mind.

As a Pill Refiner, being able to carry around a vast and fertile medicinal field would be an excellent boon.

The value of the medicinal field before him was truly enormous, so much so that it could make any powerful being green with envy.

If placed before him to choose between this medicinal field and the Supreme Saint Hall, Fang Lin would undoubtedly choose the medicinal field without any hesitation.

Besides, this medicinal field holds a special significance for Fang Lin. Taking it with him would be a way to remember and cherish the former residents of the Pill Saint Palace.

After calming his emotions, Fang Lin walked around the medicinal field twice to make sure everything was alright before returning to where Huang Yao and his three companions were.

The four looked at Fang Lin eagerly, all waiting for his word to exchange.

Seeing their anticipation, Fang Lin said with a slight smile, “You can each pick one specimen of any herb here, but remember not to take more.”

Upon hearing this, Huang Yao and the others furrowed their brows, “Why can we only pick one of each kind?”

Fang Lin shook his head, “You all should understand that too much is as bad as too little. I too will pick only one of each kind. If we were to take more, I’m afraid we wouldn’t be able to leave this place.”

Despite some confusion and misunderstanding, Huang Yao and the others nodded their heads and agreed.

Then, they began to harvest the medicinal herbs. Fang Lin silently watched them—not exactly to monitor, but if any of them tried to take more covertly, then Fang Lin would have no choice but to be ruthless.

Fortunately, Huang Yao and his companions were quite conscious of their actions, perhaps wary that taking more might prevent them from leaving. They each picked only one plant of every type, just as Fang Lin had instructed.

Even so, their haul was massive, for not a single herb here was ordinary, and even the most common herbs, after growing for ten thousand years, would become extraordinary.

“Ah!” Suddenly, a scream rang out. It came from Qin Yu, who was picking herbs.

Fang Lin immediately hurried over and, seeing the state of Qin Yu, his heart sank instantly.