Chapter 1739

Although it was merely a small herb garden, the restrictions set up there were so troublesome that it truly lived up to the methods of the immortal realm.

Moreover, after leaving the square in front of the main hall, although the power of the ground restrictions was still present, it seemed to have greatly diminished; otherwise, even if he had just transformed into a giant ape, the Extreme Magnetic Mountain probably still could not have been thrown very far.

Han Li thought this to himself, and without further hesitation, he rushed straight toward the gate of the herb garden.

After the five-colored light curtain dispersed, everything inside the herb garden was clearly revealed.

Although the herb garden was not large, the wood spirit aura and the fragrant scent of the spiritual herbs emanating from within assailed the nose.

Therefore, even before he entered, he knew that this time he had most likely not come in vain and would surely gain much.

The entire herb garden was enclosed by a low fence woven from emerald-green vines, and the gate was merely two unusually simple templates pieced together, standing only about three zhang high, and even half-open.

Through the gaps in the fence, Han Li could see the general state of affairs inside the herb garden from afar.

Facing him, this side was clearly several relatively flat herb plots, in which were planted low spiritual herbs no more than half a chi in height.

As his gaze focused, Han Li could clearly see the spiritual herbs in the foremost herb plot.

In this herb plot, the spiritual herbs had individual leaves that were pale yellow, but at the center, each bore a fruit the size of a thumb, slender and pointed, resembling the most common red chili pepper in the mortal world.

These fruits emitted a strange red light; from afar, they looked like thumb-sized bewitching lanterns, truly endearing.

Since the entire herb plot was planted with this kind of spiritual herb, it seemed the owner of the herb garden should value and need it greatly.

After Han Li clearly saw the appearance of these spiritual herbs and fruits, his thoughts raced, and he faintly felt he had heard of this kind of spiritual herb before, but upon careful reflection, he could not recall it clearly at the moment.

Thus, with a thoughtful expression, he stepped into the herb garden.

Just as his body brushed past the wooden gate, Han Li suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and finally recalled the origin of this spiritual herb.

This was something he had encountered in the mortal realm, from a very ancient classic in the Chaotic Star Sea, which had mentioned this spiritual herb and its fruit.

Judging by appearance, it matched the records exactly, so it should not be wrong.

He paused his steps, stopping beside the herb plot near the gate, gazing at the over a hundred plants of the same kind, and a strange expression appeared on his face, as if he were bitterly smiling helplessly.

"Red Luo fruit, so it is this kind of spiritual fruit. If some drunkards were to obtain them, after such a long time, even some immortals might regard them as treasures." Han Li murmured to himself.

These extraordinary spiritual fruits were actually just the main ingredient for brewing some kind of peerless spiritual wine.

Speaking of "Red Luo Immortal Wine," probably half of the cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea of the lower realms would know something about it.

Because in legend, this wine is something only immortals of the immortal realm can have the fortune to drink a little of, as if it is also famous in the immortal realm and not something ordinary immortals can drink at will.

Even in the Chaotic Star Sea and among the human race of the spiritual realm, there are many incredible legends about this wine.

But no matter which legend, they all exalt this "Red Luo Immortal Wine" to have nothing equal on earth and few equals in heaven.

Even in the mouths of some foolish mortals, it is said that drinking just a sip of this spiritual wine grants immense supernatural powers, allowing one to ascend directly to the immortal realm.

Han Li had read the relevant classics and naturally knew such heaven-defying things were impossible.

The reason this wine has such great fame is mainly because people boast that its mellow fragrance is unparalleled and hard to find in the three realms.

Just drinking a sip of this wine can cause saliva to fill the mouth, and the wine aroma can linger between the teeth and gums for more than ten days without fading. If one drinks more than a jug, even immortals will get drunk for three days and three nights without waking, and thereafter become enamored with this wine, unable to forget it.

Of course, long-term consumption of this wine can also gradually improve one's physique, achieving a certain effect of prolonging life and enhancing health. However, just how great this effect is remains known only to heaven. It is probably mainly effective for low-level cultivators or mortals.

But even so, those who love this drink naturally regard this wine as a treasure, salivating over it.

Therefore, it cannot be said that these "Red Luo fruits" are useless, but for Han Li, who rarely drinks alcohol, they are truly somewhat like chicken ribs.

Fortunately, the classics also mentioned one more point.

The mellow fragrance and efficacy of Red Luo Immortal Wine are greatly related to the age of its main ingredient, the Red Luo fruit.

Even the same Red Luo Immortal Wine, due to different ages of the Red Luo fruit, is divided into several grades.

And the Red Luo flower blooms every thousand years and bears fruit every ten thousand years.

Cultivating it during this period is extraordinarily difficult, and it is very prone to withering midway. It requires dedicated personnel to tend to it day and night with meticulous care until it bears fruit, after which it no longer needs supervision.

Therefore, for those who dislike drinking alcohol, they would certainly not bother to cultivate this spiritual fruit.

Even for true immortals who love drinking as if it were life, whether it is worth spending so much effort and time probably requires careful consideration.

This herb garden should have existed since ancient times, and these Red Luo fruits appear to have not been picked since they bore fruit. Who knows how many tens of thousands of years have passed; the age and potency can be imagined.

If this wine were brewed into Red Luo Immortal Wine, it might unexpectedly have some other miraculous effects. Even if it had no use, selling this fruit or the brewed spiritual wine to others who love drinking would absolutely yield an astronomical income.

Han Li pondered the detailed content recorded in the classics, and his expression finally improved somewhat.

He did not rush to collect these spiritual fruits, but after standing up, he walked toward several other herb plots nearby.

In the other herb plots, there were also two other kinds of spiritual herbs, planted in large quantities and in patches.

One kind resembled ordinary grass, but with a hint of golden threads in its emerald green, emitting a rich fragrance; when touched with a hand, its leaves felt as smooth and comfortable as warm jade.

The other kind was exactly the opposite.

About half a chi in height, its branches and leaves appeared crossed and tangled in disorder, its surface variegated with five colors, and each plant bore several black-purple berries.

However, the surface of these berries was pitted and uneven, with some spots of various colors, truly ugly beyond compare.

Because these spiritual herbs were planted in considerable numbers, they naturally first attracted Han Li's attention and observation.

Unfortunately, Han Li recognized only the latter kind of these two spiritual herbs, and had no clue whatsoever about the former.

But just like that, he suddenly felt great joy in his heart.

This ugly spiritual herb was none other than the "Poison-Devouring Grass" recorded in a herb classic of Tian Yuan City.

And this grass had already gone extinct in the spiritual realm millions of years ago.

As the name suggests, this spiritual herb contains deadly poison; it is said that even a being of the Mahayana stage who accidentally ingested it would face mortal danger.

Coincidentally, the poison contained in both the roots and stems and the fruits of this grass are essential materials for refining more than ten kinds of top-grade spiritual herbs. Among them are also several kinds of spiritual pills that can directly advance cultivation to the Mahayana stage.

This is also the main reason why this Poison-Devouring Grass eventually went extinct in the spiritual realm.

Because for spiritual realm beings, this spiritual herb is also difficult to transplant. No matter what method is used, once its growing environment is changed to another place, it will inevitably turn into a pool of black water within an uncertain number of years, losing all efficacy.

As for cultivating new specimens of this spiritual herb from seeds, in the spiritual realm, no one has ever succeeded; all attempts ended in failure.

It was only after discovering the use of this spiritual herb that, within merely tens of thousands of years, it became completely extinct, and no one has heard of anyone discovering it since.

In this herb plot before him, there were as many as seventy or eighty plants, and their age need not be mentioned. Using them as materials to refine pills, the potency of the resulting pills would undoubtedly increase by one-third out of nowhere.

Thus, obtaining them was naturally a remarkable gain that made Han Li beam with joy.

He no longer hesitated, immediately raising one hand into the air.

A buzzing sound!

A black circular ring flew out from his wrist, hovered briefly in the air, then suddenly released a vast expanse of azure radiance that surged outward; after a few flashes, it abruptly appeared before Han Li.

Han Li, with one hand forming a seal, swiftly pointed into the void.

Instantly, after a buzzing sound, a patch of hazy azure light sprayed out from the ring and swept across the ground.

After the azure light flashed, thirty or forty ordinary-looking jade boxes, each about a chi in length, suddenly appeared, flashing with various colors of spiritual light.

He then lightly flicked his sleeve, while softly uttering a low phrase:

"Come forth, I have a task for you."

"Yes, Young Master."

A clear, tender voice suddenly rang from his sleeve, followed by a cluster of white light shooting out, spinning in midair, and instantly transforming into a girl of about six or seven years old.

Dressed in pure white robes, with nine jet-black braids tied on her head, she appeared exceedingly adorable!

This was precisely the "Qu'er" formed from the Primordial Spirit of Zhi Xian!

As soon as Qu'er was summoned, she respectfully bowed to Han Li, then fixed her clear black-and-white eyes on him, silently awaiting his command.

"I have observed you several times in the medicine garden harvesting spiritual herbs, completing the task instantly. These three patches of spiritual herbs—help me gather them all thoroughly and place them into these boxes." Han Li also showed no courtesy, pointing at the three herb plots and issuing the command without hesitation.

"This task is simple; Master, please wait a moment." Upon hearing this, Qu'er pursed her lips and replied promptly.

Following her words, her figure stirred and she rose into the air; after a flash, she strangely appeared above a patch of medicine field, raised both arms, and her ten fingers snapped downward lightly.

With a loud "pupu" sound of breaking air, ten emerald threads shot from her fingertips, streaking directly toward ten spiritual herbs below.

After a flash, these emerald threads sank one by one into the stems of the spiritual herbs.

Qu'er then slightly moved her ten fingers again.

Instantly, as the emerald threads were pulled, the ten previously bound spiritual herbs shot up silently from the soil.

The extracted spiritual herbs had intact roots, no damage whatsoever, not a speck of dirt on them—as if they had just been washed clean.

The emerald threads then moved again, drawing the spiritual herbs straight toward a jade box, where they accurately and without error flew into one of them.

As Qu'er's fingers kept flicking continuously, emerald threads kept spraying out.

The spiritual herbs in the medicine field were pulled out ten by ten from the soil and swiftly flown into the other jade boxes.

In merely a few breaths' time, the hundreds of spiritual herbs in the entire medicine field were completely harvested.

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