After the ceremony, Loran Hill packed his bags and headed west of Flame Ray Continent according to the direction indicated on the map.
This time was different from the previous times because there were no wide roads along the route and no carriages, so we had to walk.
Roland Hill walked along the mountain path. Sunlight filtered through the yellow and red leaves, falling into the forest, creating sparse patches of light and dark. It was not yet noon, and the cool air of the early morning had not yet dissipated. The breeze caressed his body, making him feel comfortable even in the height of summer.
The tied white boots stepped on the grass by the roadside, the dew slightly dampening the uppers, leaving a few glistening dewdrops. Some small round green leaves clustered together, with a faint white dot in the center of the leaves. This is the common moneyleaf grass in the mountains.
The girl looked around at this new world as she walked.
When she was studying in Emenas, she learned a lot about herbal medicine, and the works of the East Dragon Continent were a required examination item in the Walled City Academy.
But because of the different regions, although she had learned a lot of knowledge about Eastern herbs from books, she had never actually seen many of them. It was not until now that she compared them one by one with the knowledge she had memorized.
This must be the 'Seven-Leafed Lotus'. The girl stopped and leaned over to look at the plant hidden behind the tree.
[Purple Stem Seven-Leaf Lily] (Bronze Level, Excellent): A relatively common herb that can be used to make trauma potions and painkillers.
She stretched out her hand and, following the method described in the book, pinched it off at the joint of the stem, then sealed the broken end with the power of the natural sequence to reduce the loss of its medicinal properties, then lightly tapped the remaining rhizome to replenish its energy so that it could continue to grow.
After picking the herb, Loranhill held it in his hand and looked at it, then took out a small piece of clean leaves and put it in his mouth. A slightly bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue.
It doesn’t taste very good, she stuck out her tongue, then put down the rattan box she was carrying, opened it and rummaged through it, and took out a small wooden box from the box.
This small box, the size of a palm, was put into Atesi's suitcase before she left.
"Little Lacey, take this. If you find any good herbs along the way, put them in this to prevent them from spoiling and losing their medicinal properties."
"This is a must-have when traveling. I used to travel in Lei Ze and saw some nice things many times, but I didn't dare to pick them because the medicinal properties would be lost after picking them, which was too painful. So later I went to Wan Zi Qian Hong Valley and got a few boxes of herbs."
"This jade box holds herbs with high temperatures or strong properties, while the other wooden box holds herbs with low temperatures or mild properties."
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"No need to refuse. Although it is rare in the outside world, it is not uncommon in large sects. I have several." After saying this, Aitesi asked Loran Hill to take it.
I didn't expect to use it today. Although it's a bit of a waste to only use it to store bronze-level herbs, it's better to have it than not, the girl thought.
Originally, Loran Hill thought that this journey would be rather boring, but what she saw and heard along the way made her happy.
Because the western part of Yanyu Island is close to the Suiyan Mountains, there are many monsters, the mountains are rugged and rarely visited by people, so there are more preserved herbs and few people collect them.
As she went deeper into the mountains, the paths gradually disappeared, until finally there were only wild mountains and canyons, with no roads at all.
Gravel and dead leaves litter the forest floor, tree roots are tangled and covered with moss, and thorny bushes covered with barbs block the spaces beneath the trees. If an ordinary person were to come in, facing this complex terrain, even if fully equipped and able to cut through the thorns, they would only be able to walk a few kilometers a day.
However, this girl with light steps walked in the woods as if she was walking on a flat road. She was like a forest elf, lightly jumping over various obstacles, extremely agile.
The pure white dress remained clean as she passed through layers of woods. The wooden box in her hand sometimes floated up and sometimes fell down, as if it were nothing, as the girl passed through the complex area.
What still makes many herbalists envious is that this girl seems to have divine help. Even the herbs that are hidden deep down can be found by her. Perhaps this is the bonus of her perception talent.
Along the way, she harvested herbs of all sizes, including bronze grade and several silver grade ones, all of which she carefully stored in a box.
As it was getting dark, Loran Hill stopped at a place in the forest where there was a grove of red and yellow oak trees with tall crowns. The space under the trees was relatively clean and flat.
The reason for choosing this place was that Loran Hill sensed the area within dozens of miles and found that there was a small mountain spring nearby where he could drink water, so he stopped.
After temporarily putting the wooden box down, Loran Hill fetched some water, then gently leaped up and stood among the branches of the oak tree. Although the slender branches under her feet were bent, they still supported the girl's weight as light as cotton. She first picked some oak fruits, then gently jumped down, landing on her toes among the soft grass.
The fruits of oak trees are similar to those of acorns, as they both belong to the genus Quercus under the Fagaceae family, but with slightly different names and shapes.
Loran Hill placed the green oak nuts on her knee-length skirt, sat quietly by the fire, and carefully peeled them. This was her dinner for the night.
The sky had become completely dark, and the fire in the woods was burning quietly. As the temperature rose, the moisture in the dead branches emerged from the cross-section, forming tiny bubbles that constantly burst and emitted bursts of white mist.
The orange-red flames licked the bottom of the ceramic cup, heating the spring water inside. Occasionally, a breeze blew, causing the flames to sway and lengthening the shadow of the girl beside it.
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