"Are you sure that refining the Vitality Pill requires so many spiritual plants?"
In the spirit field, Murong Zhen looked at the large basket of spirit plants that Rong Zi had picked, and he felt a pang of heartache; his face turned green.
These spiritual plants are his treasures.
He went through a lot of trouble to get it to Cloud Mist Island and then spent a great deal of effort to successfully cultivate it...
Now, Rong Zi's eyes are filled with spiritual plants.
With her hands still busy picking, she replied with a smile, "Don't worry, Great-Grandpa Alliance Leader, I've saved the roots for you. They'll grow back."
"Don't call me great-grandfather anymore!" Murong Zhen almost exploded.
Qi Ming and Xi Hongyu both said that this brat is no younger than him.
Murong Zhen continued, "Also, do you know how many years it takes for these spiritual plants to fully mature?"
"Take this dragon-patterned flower, for example. It takes a full two hundred years to bloom! And you just pick it like that?"
His sacred plants!
His precious baby!
So pitiful!
Seeing Murong Zhen's pitiful old man appearance, Rong Zi finally had a change of heart and stopped picking the fruit.
Murong Zhen's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Aren't you going to pick them?"
However, Rong Zi's eyes flashed slyly, and she suddenly clapped her hands and made a suggestion to him.
"How about we make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" Murong Zhen found it rather baffling.
Rong Zi replied, "If I can make these freshly picked spiritual plants regrow within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, I can pick any spiritual plants from your spiritual field. How about that?"
Murong Zhen almost rolled his eyes after hearing her words.
Are you kidding me?
Can they regrow within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea?
Daydreaming?
Rong Zi didn't explain to him, but said again, "If I can't make them all grow, I'll compensate you double for these spiritual plants."
She was being extremely serious.
Even the usually serious Murong Zhen was starting to waver.
He pointed to the dragon-patterned flower and asked, "Including this dragon-patterned flower that only blooms every two hundred years?"
"certainly."
Rong Zi waved his hand and said, "Not only this, but also this thousand-year-old Soul-Gathering Mushroom, and all the spiritual plants I just picked. I will bring them back to life within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."
Murong Zhen glanced at the Soul-Gathering Mushroom and still felt that Rong Zi was exaggerating.
These spiritual plants each have their own growth cycle, so how could they possibly regrow in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea?
Even a cultivator with such a superior wood spiritual root and whose cultivation has reached the Mahayana stage cannot do this.
How could she possibly do that?
Murong Zhen possesses a top-grade wood spirit root and has very strong vitality.
This is why he was able to successfully cultivate so many rare spiritual plants that were completely unsuitable for Cloud Mist Island here.
After thinking for a moment, Murong Zhen said domineeringly, "If you can really do that, you can take anything you want from this Cloud Mist Island."
Rong Zi's eyes lit up. "Did you say that?"
The things on Cloud Mist Island, that is to say, are not just spiritual plants...
Murong Zhen nodded. "That's right, I said it."
"But don't forget your own words: if you can't keep them, you'll have to pay double the compensation."
"No problem." Rong Zi's eyes were so happy they almost squinted into slits.
My darlings on Cloud Mist Island, here I come!
She rubbed her hands together and waved enthusiastically to Murong Zhen, "Step back, I'm about to begin."
Seeing her display of force, Murong Zhen hesitated for a moment before stepping back outside the spirit field.
Rong Zi's seven apprentices are all away.
Murong Zhen was afraid they might accidentally step on his spiritual plants, so he wouldn't allow them to get close to the spiritual field.
To protect the spiritual plants in the spiritual fields, each field was protected by a powerful array, so the disciples outside did not hear the conversation between Rong Zi and Murong Zhen.
They were somewhat surprised to see Murong Zhen come out.
"Alliance Leader? Has our master almost finished picking them?"
That shouldn't be the case.
Given their master's personality, once he entered this spiritual field, wouldn't he be like a mouse entering a rice jar, thoroughly plundering it?
How could it be over so quickly?
Murong Zhen shook his head. "Not yet."
Upon hearing this, the apprentices exchanged glances, all seeing the same thing in each other's eyes.
That's right!
This is how their master should behave!
Murong Zhen originally wanted to tell them about the bet he made with Rong Zi, but he suddenly noticed Ling Mo instead.
His gaze swept over Ling Mo, and he asked in surprise, "Eh? Your cultivation has already reached the Nascent Soul stage?"
Just now, Murong Zhen's mind was filled with the thought that he could finally grow his hair back.
Apart from Rong Zi, he paid no attention to anyone else, so he didn't notice that Ling Mo's cultivation level was different from when he last saw him.
He remembered that the last time he saw Ling Mo, he was still in the Nascent Soul stage.
Are kids these days so incredibly gifted?
How long has it been since we last met, and you've already reached the Godhood level?
Ling Mo nodded politely, "That's right."
Murong Zhen stepped forward and patted Ling Mo on the shoulder, unable to help but sigh.
"At your age, to have reached the Nascent Soul stage so quickly is truly remarkable. Even I was not as good as you back then. Rong Zi has really struck gold to have a disciple like you."
Why wasn't he so lucky to meet such a talented child?
Although Murong Zhen has lived for so long, he has never taken on any disciples.
It's not that he didn't want to accept it.
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