Seeing that Qin Feng had finally made a concession, Ling Xueyan's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
To be honest, if Qin Feng insists on not giving in, given her current situation, she probably has no choice but to compromise.
Fortunately, despite his domineering and tyrannical demeanor, Qin Feng still retained a sliver of conscience deep down.
"Okay, that's fine!" Ling Xueyan nodded slightly, indicating her approval of Qin Feng's concession.
Immediately afterwards, she moved gracefully and arrived at the vast and boundless garden of medicinal herbs.
With a gentle wave of her hand, a dazzling blue light burst forth from her palm and quickly condensed into an incredibly sturdy blue barrier.
In the blink of an eye, this blue barrier stretched across the center of the herb garden like an insurmountable chasm, forcefully dividing this fertile land in two.
After finishing all this, Ling Xueyan turned her head, looked at Qin Feng with her beautiful eyes, and said with her lips slightly parted, "I'll be on the left, you on the right!"
As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Qin Feng's face for a moment, as if observing whether he had any objections to the distribution plan.
Seeing that Qin Feng did not show any dissatisfaction, Ling Xueyan's lips curled up slightly, and then she gracefully stepped into the half of the spirit herb garden on the left.
Qin Feng then turned his gaze to the right-hand area of the spirit herb garden that belonged to him.
Although this area only accounts for 40% of the total area of the entire spirit herb garden, Qin Feng was already satisfied with obtaining such a valuable resource.
Just then, Qin Feng suddenly caught sight of the Iron-Eating Beast not far away, chewing on the remains of the Fire-Scaled Beast.
In a short while, the once majestic Fire-Scaled Beast was completely devoured by the Iron-Eating Beast, leaving not even a single bone behind.
When the Iron-Eating Beast realized that Qin Feng was watching it, without Qin Feng giving any instructions, its originally massive, mountain-like body began to shrink rapidly at a visible speed.
Before long, the Iron-Eating Beast shrunk to the size of a cat, then leaped and landed steadily on Qin Feng's left shoulder, where it lay down comfortably.
However, unexpectedly, the Iron-Eating Beast, which had just completed this amazing transformation, suddenly closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep, as if it had entered a dream.
Upon seeing this, Qin Feng immediately took out a spatial magic treasure and put the Iron-Eating Beast inside.
Then, he put away his spatial magic treasure and went straight into the spirit herb garden on the right, squatting down to calmly pick the spirit herbs.
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After swiftly and nimbly taking the last spiritual herb, Ling Xueyan slightly raised her head and quickly glanced at Qin Feng, who was standing not far away.
In just that brief glance, it seemed as if all the communication and judgment had been completed.
Without hesitation, she flashed away, transforming into a dazzling streak of light and disappearing into the horizon.
It is important to know that in this mysterious temple, having a strong and trustworthy companion to travel with would undoubtedly increase the chances of survival and the opportunity to obtain precious treasures.
However, for Ling Xueyan, there was a lack of the most basic bond of trust between her and Qin Feng.
This mutual distrust makes it impossible for them to form an effective cooperative alliance.
After all, no one wants to have to compete with the other person for a rare opportunity the next time they encounter it.
Rather than engaging in such backstabbing and scheming, it would be much more enjoyable and comfortable for each other to fight their own battles.
Qin Feng stood quietly in place, watching Ling Xueyan's figure disappear like a shooting star, without much emotion stirring in his heart.
He merely glanced in that direction before quickly averting his gaze and refocusing on the remaining medicinal herbs before him.
In truth, deep down, he shared the same thoughts as Ling Xueyan—he, too, was unwilling to travel with this woman with whom he harbored mutual suspicion.
Because he knew all too well that in an adventure full of unknown dangers and tempting profits, if partners could not fully trust each other, the so-called "team" could fall apart at any time, or even stab each other in the back.
Therefore, it would be more appropriate for everyone to live peacefully and rely on their own abilities.
After picking the last spiritual herb, Qin Feng gently brushed the dirt and bits of grass off his hands, took a deep breath, and continued his journey into the unknown area ahead.
This temple was so enormous that its area was almost comparable to the vast Southern Wilderness.
At a glance, the boundless palaces, pavilions, and waterside terraces are scattered in a well-organized manner across this mysterious and ancient land.
It would probably take a month or two to thoroughly search the entire temple.
However, despite the daunting task, Qin Feng maintained a positive attitude throughout.
He knew that opportunities were rare and could not be easily obtained through hard work alone.
Therefore, he did not rush things, but instead adopted a natural approach, moving forward slowly and not overlooking any corner that might hide opportunities.
Moreover, the temple only lasted for a short month from opening to closing.
Qin Feng walked along the road with steady steps, leisurely and content.
Suddenly, a clear, melodious, and gentle flute sound, like a babbling brook, entered his ears.
The flute music seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing Qin Feng to involuntarily stop in his tracks.
He frowned slightly, a hint of alertness in his eyes, and listened carefully, trying to pinpoint the source of the mysterious flute music.
A moment later, Qin Feng looked in the direction from which the sound came and saw a slightly dilapidated and old pavilion not far away.
In that pavilion sat an elderly man with snow-white hair and a kind face.
At this moment, the old man had his eyes closed, holding an ancient bamboo flute, and was playing it with complete concentration.
As he played, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, continuously gathering towards the old man.
Qin Feng was secretly surprised and couldn't help but walk towards the pavilion.
As he approached, the old man remained engrossed in his performance, seemingly unaware of Qin Feng's arrival.
Finally, the music ended, its lingering notes echoing in the air for a long time.
At this moment, the old man slowly opened his eyes, looking at Qin Feng with a calm and profound gaze.
"Young man, you've also come here seeking opportunities, haven't you?" the old man asked with a smile, his tone kind and approachable.
Qin Feng didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.
Seeing this, the old man chuckled and continued, "The opportunities contained within this temple are not limited to those precious spiritual herbs! Countless powerful divine artifacts and magical treasures are also hidden here!"
"However... obtaining these treasures is no easy task; danger lurks at every turn!"
After saying that, the old man raised his hand and pointed a finger at an ordinary-looking wall next to the pavilion.
Qin Feng looked in the direction the old man pointed, full of suspicion.
The moment he stared at the wall, a strange sight occurred—mysterious runes began to flash on the otherwise ordinary wall.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling beam of light shot out from the rune and rushed straight toward Qin Feng.
Qin Feng was startled and quickly dodged to the side.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and narrowly avoided the attack of the light.
After he regained his footing, he looked again and was astonished to find that the old man who had just been chatting happily with him had vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air.
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