Chapter 210: World Heart

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass circled Gu Zhan three times, as if sensing the rule on his body that differed from this world.

After a long while, it slowly landed on Gu Zhan's other shoulder, left and right with Xiao Qing, neither yielding.

"I'll trust you this once. If you deceive me, even if I burn my remnant body to ashes, I will sever your karma."

Gu Zhan was overjoyed. This is a genuine 19th-level combat power.

Although damaged, that sword intent made even this True Immortal feel his skin tingle.

"All right! Brother Sword Grass, since we're on the same side, do you know where the treasures in this world are most concentrated?"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass shook its leaves and pointed to the forest's center:

"That is the core of the Myriad Medicine Divine Garden, where the Myriad Medicine Divine Lord's World Heart is stored. The spiritual energy there is the richest, but also the most dangerous. All True Immortal-level great medicines lie dormant nearby, guarded by puppets left by the Divine Lord."

Gu Zhan slapped his thigh: "World Heart? That's definitely a good thing; the young master loves shiny stuff like this."

"Come on, brothers! Let's raid the Divine Lord's lair!"

At Gu Zhan's command, tens of thousands of plants in the Black Forest began a mass migration.

For a moment, the earth rumbled, dust filled the sky, and the unaware thought a terrifying beast tide was occurring.

However, this earth-shaking commotion eventually caught the attention of the human alchemists cultivating in secret within the Myriad Medicine Grand World.

In the void, several figures in scarlet robes silently appeared. They gazed down at the vast army of plants, their eyes full of greed and shock.

"These medicinal herbs… are actually fleeing?"

"Who is that stone person leading them? Does he carry the aura of a token?"

"Regardless of who he is, that Nine-Leaf Sword Grass and that green lotus seed are legendary forbidden medicines! If we can capture them, attaining the True Immortal Dao is just around the corner!"

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Myriad Medicine Grand World, Zhongzhou Plains.

Here the spiritual aura is so thick it condenses into mist, and rare treasures from the outside world can be seen faintly within it.

The Longevity Mutual Aid Society led by Gu Zhan keeps growing in size.

Along the way, relying on that stubborn determination of his, he dragged several herb tribes that had originally intended to stay neutral into the fray.

Now, among his followers, the number of Medicine Kings at the Supreme Saint Realm has reached several hundred, and those at the Great Saint Realm are too many to count.

"Brother Tie Niu, those red-clad people ahead are really annoying."

Xiao Qing swayed on Gu Zhan's shoulder, his mental transmission tinged with disgust,

"They reek of gunpowder and are surrounded by many resentful spirits of their kind."

Gu Zhan stopped, his stone feet pressing two deep pits into the ground.

He looked up; dozens of cultivators already stood at the mountain pass he had to pass.

The three leaders, their auras profound, had all reached the 18th-level Supreme Peak cultivation, each bearing a massive crimson medicine cauldron on their backs, flames rising within.

That was the strongest native force in the Myriad Medicine Grand World—the Elixir Fire Sect.

"Living beings, halt."

A white-haired old man stepped through the air, looking down on Gu Zhan, his tone icy cold without a trace of warmth,

"These medicinal herbs are the Divine Lord's legacy; you dare to incite them to leave—this is a capital crime."

His gaze lingered on the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass on Gu Zhan's shoulder, his avarice nearly spilling over.

"Leave that stalk of withered grass and the green lotus, and I will grant you a whole corpse."

Gu Zhan scratched his head, turned to the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass:

"Brother Sword Grass, he says you're a withered stalk and wants your life. Shall we reason with him, or use force?"

The three leaves of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass instantly straightened, a chilling sword aura shooting straight to the heavens, shredding the clouds above.

"I hate being looked at with that kind of gaze."

"All right, understood."

Gu Zhan stepped forward, his stature suddenly soaring from three zhang to ten zhang.

On his body forged of black stone, circles of golden runes flowed endlessly; although the True Immortal-level aura was mostly masked by the system, that mountain‑heavy momentum could not be concealed.

"Old man, my young master said our Gu Family is a place that values civility."

Gu Zhan spoke in a deep, resonant voice that made the surrounding stones tremble,

"I'll give you one more chance. Take your people, hand over all the elixirs in your pockets and the immortal gold from your treasury, make amends to these brothers of mine, and I'll let you live."

The white-haired old man blinked, then burst into wild laughter.

"Civility? A mere stone spirit dares to negotiate with me?"

He flung his sleeve wide; the massive cauldron behind him crashed down, its lid flung open, pouring down a torrent of purple‑red elixir fire that formed a huge fire net, trying to envelop Gu Zhan and his plant army.

This flame is special—it burns the bodies and souls of plants, and has strong corrosive effect on stone spirits.

"Since we won't reason, let's talk physics."

Gu Zhan's eyes widened, a flash of ferocity crossing his stone eyeballs. He didn't summon his axe, but directly swung that millstone‑sized stone fist, delivering a straight push against the falling fire net.

"I reckon, your fire isn't hot enough!"

Boom!

Under that punch, the air was compressed to the extreme, forming a visible transparent shockwave.

The purple‑red fire net, upon contacting the shockwave, scattered like smoke in a gale and collapsed back upon itself.

The white‑haired old man's face changed drastically; before he could react, Gu Zhan had crossed a thousand zhang and appeared before him.

The giant stone hand opened its fingers and seized the old man's head like grabbing a chick.

"You… you're a True Immortal?!"

The white‑haired old man screamed in terror, feeling that the supreme laws within his body were as fragile as paper before his opponent.

I am Tie Niu.

Gu Zhan let out a cold snort, his five fingers gripping tightly.

Crack.

The old man's supreme body shattered inch by inch in Gu Zhan's hand; his soul hadn't even had time to flee when a sword qi casually swung by the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass cut him into nothingness.

The remaining Elixir Fire Sect cultivators were scared witless.

They usually lorded over others, treating medicinal herbs as playthings; when had they ever seen such a ruthless person who shouts 'civilized' while crushing a supreme being with one hand?

Run!

Who knows who shouted that, dozens of streams of light scattered and fled.

"Brothers, get to work!" Gu Zhan roared.

The medicinal herbs behind him, which originally looked frail, now each seemed injected with chicken blood.

That great sage-realm divine mushroom opened its cap, spraying toxic powder across the sky; the thunder-strike wood summoned nine heavenly thunderbolts, precisely clearing the area; even those few mushrooms jumped up, using their caps to smash the fleeing cultivators into the ground.

This was a one-sided massacre, and also the outbreak of the grudge energy that the medicinal herbs had accumulated over countless eons.

In less than half an incense stick's time, only a pile of crimson medicinal cauldrons remained before the valley.

Gu Zhan skillfully began cleaning the battlefield. He smashed those medicinal cauldrons one by one, pulling out piles of pills that emitted a medicinal fragrance.

"Come, come, come, each herb gets a share; this is called spoils of war."

Gu Zhan distributed the pills like candy to the medicinal herbs behind him.

The medicinal herbs received the pills, each becoming excited, their leaves turning red.

These pills were originally refined from their own kind; now that they consume them, they not only increase their cultivation, but also feel a gratifying sense of vengeance fulfilled.

As for killing their own kind?

Sorry.

They are medicinal herbs.

Not familiar.

"Tie Niu big brother, ahead is the forbidden zone of the Divine Garden."

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass landed on Gu Zhan's shoulder, his divine sense turning solemn.

"I can feel that the puppets there have awakened, the Evergreen Guard left by the Myriad Herbs Divine Lord; each possesses combat power close to that of a true immortal, and their numbers are vast."

Gu Zhan casually chewed up a waste pill in his hand, his stone mouth making a 'gaba gaba' sound.

"Close to a true immortal? That's still not reaching a true immortal."

He twisted his neck, the stones all over his body emitting a dull thudding sound:

"Old Zhan, I've never feared numbers in my life. Let's go see what this so-called Realm Heart is."

Gu Zhan was very clear that although these medicinal herbs now follow him,

but if they cannot take the Realm Heart, completely severing the Myriad Herbs Divine Lord's control, they will never obtain true freedom.

More importantly, he wants to bring back a decent gift for Gu Yuan.

That Realm Heart, just hearing its name sounds impressive.