Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

Half an hour later, Song Chuan and the dough figurine maker arrived at a mountain stream.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, are you sure the Spirit Herb is around here?" Song Chuan looked around, remaining vigilant.

The two had exchanged pleasantries along the way and had already learned each other's names.

This man's name was Feng Yu, and he did not deceive Song Chuan.

Two years ago, he had personally mentioned that there was a noodle shop called Feng's in Caozhou City, which seemed to be related to puppets.

However, given Feng Yu's ambiguous nature, I wouldn't completely trust him.

It's possible that this person set up a trap here beforehand.

Fortunately, he didn't find anything unusual. If there were a formation in this place, it would definitely rely on the earth's veins, which he could detect with the bead.

"Fellow Daoist Song, please listen to my detailed explanation..." Feng Yu began in a theatrical tone.

"Stop, stop! Fellow Daoist, you've been singing all along. The important thing is to get down to business. Let's get straight to the point," Song Chuan said quickly.

Feng Yu said disappointedly, "Fellow Daoist Song, you're really not being interesting. The Spirit-Piercing Herb is just upstream from this stream; it'll be there in a little while."

Upon hearing this, Song Chuan immediately turned and walked away, not wanting to listen to his rambling anymore.

Feng Yu looked at him and shook his head: "Boring!"

A moment later, upstream of the stream.

Song Chuan stared ahead, his expression grave.

"How about it? You, a plant master from Vine Flower Valley, should be able to identify the Spirit-Piercing Grass by now, right?" Feng Yu asked, staring at Song Chuan.

Song Chuan simply nodded and ignored him.

All that could be seen on the ground were various grasses and plants, intertwined with each other, most of them appearing to be decades old.

Some were several feet long, and some even reached ten feet, crooked and messy.

But there is one special spiritual plant hidden among these grasses.

This spiritual plant is five or six feet long, withered and yellow, and mixed in with other spiritual plants, making it impossible for ordinary people to identify.

If Song Chuan hadn't read it in the sect's book "Collection of Flowers," he wouldn't have recognized it.

After thinking for a moment, Song Chuan said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, if you want to harvest this Spirit-Piercing Herb, we will need to work together."

"Oh? Looks like I let you get this bargain for nothing. Tell me about it." Feng Yu said with a delighted expression.

"Use your clay puppet on the ground to restrain this grass. I'll go down below and sever its connection to the earth's veins, and that will be fine," Song Chuan said.

"It's that simple? I did some research before I came, and it said this herb is extremely difficult to harvest, unlike what you're saying..."

"Simple?" Song Chuan rolled his eyes, interrupting him.

"You'll see soon enough, this Spirit-Piercing Grass is no easier to deal with than that old man! Hurry up and release the puppet, I have other things to attend to."

Feng Yu was stunned for a moment, then said with a mix of anger and laughter, "Fine, fine! I'd like to see if what you're saying works."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, and the three dough puppets instantly landed and rushed towards the Spirit-Piercing Grass.

Song Chuan crossed his arms, smiled, and shook his head!

The three dough puppets had just reached the Spirit-Piercing Grass when they were suddenly pierced through by a thin, long stem of the grass, like grasshoppers being pierced.

The grass seemed to sense that these were not living things, and with another flick, the dough puppets were thrown aside.

Feng Yu stared in disbelief, his face filled with horror!

Not only were his puppets completely useless, but they had also lost contact with him and were devoid of any spirit!

"this……"

"Alright, show us your true skills. Either release at least dozens of puppets at once, or use top-tier magic artifacts with water and wood attributes to fight it."

You must entangle it so that I can go down and get close to its roots; otherwise, it can reach underground and attack me.

Also, I suggest you don't go more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away from this grass. Even though you're at the eighth level of Qi Refining, you might get impaled on it and be unable to get down if you're not careful.

Feng Yu gasped, "Hey! You're really something. The information I found outside wasn't this complete!"

His expression turned serious, and he waved his hand, summoning more than a dozen puppets. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he grasped a black jade disc in his hand.

Song Chuan glanced at it; the black jade disc was a high-grade water-attribute magic artifact, and with his puppet, it should be enough.

Although this person did not use a top-tier magic weapon, he must have other trump cards, and his strength is definitely extraordinary.

Feng Yu made a hand seal and touched the jade disc. The jade disc instantly expanded and rushed towards the Spirit-Piercing Grass along with his puppet figure.

This time, Feng Yu was smarter. He focused all his attention on controlling the puppets, trying his best to prevent the Spirit-Piercing Grass from touching them.

His jade disc was in the air, ready to receive the puppet at any time.

Upon seeing this, Song Chuan immediately used his earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique in Chinese mythology) to burrow into the ground.

He tightly wrapped the sharkskin net around his body to prevent any accidents.

As he approached the roots of the Spirit-Piercing Grass, he used the bead to determine the earth's veins where the grass was rooted, and then carefully dug with a hoe.

This Spirit-Piercing Grass actually uses the power of the earth's veins to launch its attack.

Song Chuan carefully removed its roots from the earth's veins.

At this moment, on the ground.

Feng Yu had only seven or eight of his dozen or so puppets left. He was about to ask Song Chuan how he was doing when he saw the Spirit-Piercing Grass tremble and suddenly slow down.

His eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "It seems Song Chuan has succeeded. This guy really has some skills."

It's not impossible to gather this spirit-piercing herb myself, after all, I've made some preparations, but it will definitely take a lot of effort!

I don't know how many puppets I'll have to lose. I used all my possessions to make puppets before I came here. The losses are too great, which will be detrimental to the later competition for the Emperor's Elixir!

A few breaths later, the stem of the Spirit-Piercing Grass drooped down.

Below it, the earth turned over, and Song Chuan came to the surface.

He used a hoe to dig out the roots of the *Cymbidium goeringii* along the stem.

"Fellow Daoist Song, you won't try to take this Spirit-Piercing Herb from me, will you?"

Feng Yu looked at Song Chuan and said with a smile.

Song Chuan sneered, grabbed the Spirit-Piercing Grass, and threw it directly to him.

"Now we're even!"

Feng Yu, holding the Spirit-Piercing Herb, nodded in satisfaction and bowed to Song Chuan.

"Thank you very much, this will be very useful to me!"

The Spirit-Piercing Grass cannot be used in medicine, and very few people would use it. It's not even on the sect's mission list.

Song Chuan naturally wouldn't fight Feng Yu over this spiritual plant. He was already very satisfied that he was able to snatch the Fire-Blowing Floss without any risk right under the old man surnamed Tian's nose.

That Firefly is extremely important to Master Kuzhuo. Even if he harvests fewer of the other spiritual plants, he can make up for it with this Firefly.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, you're too kind. We've simply gotten what we needed," Song Chuan said.

"Where is Fellow Daoist Song headed next? Would you like to join me? The two of us traveling together should yield great rewards!"

Feng Yu began to drawl out his words again.

Song Chuan shook his head: "I still have sect missions to complete, so I won't be going with Fellow Daoist Feng."

"In that case, let's each go our own way," Feng Yu said, tilting his head to the side.

"By the way, that old guy shouldn't be following us anymore, right? I didn't detect him with my divine sense." He suddenly remembered the old man surnamed Tian and asked.

"Since that man saw that we were traveling together and had no chance to make a move, he naturally wouldn't waste any more time."

Song Chuan smiled and waved to Feng Yu before turning and leaving.

"This person looks gentle, but he's not someone to be trifled with! It wouldn't be a bad thing to get to know him."

Feng Yu watched his retreating figure, chuckled, and leaped away in another direction.