Mortal: Starting by looting Han Laomo's entire herb garden

Gone.

It's all gone.

The wooden bucket slipped from my hands, spilling water all over the ground.

Han Li's mind went blank for a few seconds, then he suddenly ran in one direction.

With trembling hands, he dug the small green bottle out of the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the little green bottle was still there.

Only after tucking the small green bottle into his pocket did he have time to examine his herb garden.

"Who did this? Could it be Master Ma?"

Without Master Ma's restriction token, no outsider could possibly enter the Hundred Herbs Garden, so he first suspected Old Man Ma.

But he would never dare to ask, as Old Man Ma was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he, a mere Qi Refiner, had no courage to do so.

If the existence of the little green bottle is exposed again, then we're doomed.

Han Li swallowed hard and left the herb garden with heavy steps.

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Lu Yan's figure appeared out of thin air in the stone house, his feet slightly unsteady.

He took a deep breath to suppress the dizziness in his mind, and then impatiently patted the storage bag.

With a whoosh, a pile of medicinal herbs fell onto the bed, instantly filling the entire room with their fragrance.

"Five 700-year-old Ganoderma lucidum plants, two 400-year-old Jade Bell Grass plants. And this is... an 800-year-old Polygonum multiflorum!" Lu Yan's eyes widened; this trip was worthwhile.

Then he thought of Han Laomo, who relied on drugs to force his way to the Immortal Realm. How many True Immortals could this guy have cultivated with the resources he consumed in his lifetime?

His gaze swept over the pile of spirit herbs, and he roughly estimated that this batch would yield seven or eight thousand spirit stones.

only……

Lu Yan recalled the last footsteps; it must have been Han Li.

The current model worker's cultivation level is not high, only at the Qi Refining stage, but he is, after all, on someone else's territory. If he is caught, even though he has teleportation fragments to run away, what if he encounters a big shot next time?

"No, no, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet."

As Lu Yan carefully put the spiritual herbs into his storage bag, he secretly pondered, "I need to think of a way to save my life."

He sat on the edge of the bed, his expression turning serious.

The time he was teleported to the monster's lair, if the teleportation location hadn't been right at the edge of the lair and he hadn't reacted quickly enough to run away, he would be fertilizer by now.

Although this teleportation into the herb garden yielded a rich harvest, who can guarantee that next time they won't be teleported directly to some Nascent Soul level monster's meditation cushion?

"We need to get a defensive artifact."

Lu Yan had already made up his mind. In the entire human realm, if we were to talk about the ultimate defensive treasure, it would be the Six Ding Heavenly Armor Talisman in the Crimson Forbidden Land.

That's something even Nascent Soul stage monsters would covet; it can even withstand spatial storms.

If he obtains that item, he can steal spirit herbs right in front of a Nascent Soul cultivator without the other party being able to do anything to him.

The Crimson Trial will begin in three months. With his cultivation level, as long as he is careful, he may be able to succeed.

"However, I should let Fatty Lei know before I go."

A round, chubby figure flashed into Lu Yan's mind, and he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

This master is one of the Core Formation elders of Huangfeng Valley. I heard that he recently took in the Murong brothers, who have lightning spiritual roots, so it can be said that there are four lightning users in one family.

Yellow Maple Valley covers a vast area, and Lei Wanhe, as a Core Formation Elder, has his cave dwelling in the best location on the spiritual vein.

Lu Yan arrived at the cave without any hindrance. He straightened his clothes and said respectfully, "Disciple Lu Yan requests an audience with Master."

The stone gate opened with a loud rumble.

"Come in."

Inside the cave, Lei Wanhe was sitting at a stone table drinking tea. His round body was wrapped in a loose Taoist robe, and he looked at him with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, your aura is steady. It seems you haven't been slacking off all these years. Sit down."

Lu Yan sat down as instructed.

Lei Wanhe casually asked, "You've already reached the peak of Qi Refining, when do you plan to establish your foundation?"

"This disciple is ashamed, as the matter of Foundation Establishment still needs to be considered for some time. This disciple has come today because there is something I would like to ask Master."

"Oh? What is it?"

"This disciple wishes to participate in the Crimson Forbidden Land Trial three months from now."

Lei Wanhe paused in his tea-serving hand, and the smile on his face froze.

He picked at his ear, put his teacup on the table, stared at Lu Yan for a long while, and then said in a low voice, "Disciple, tell your master the truth, have you been too eager to cultivate and damaged your brain?"

Lu Yan: "………?"

"Come, come, let your master take a look." Lei Wanhe actually reached out and probed Lu Yan's forehead: "Or perhaps, after so long in seclusion, something went wrong? Did you suffer a qi deviation during your cultivation? Were you possessed? Or did you eat something unclean?"

Lu Yan dodged back, both amused and exasperated: "Master, your disciple is perfectly fine."

"Very good?" Lei Wanhe's eyes widened. "Very good? You mean you're going to the Crimson Forbidden Land? That's a place where less than three out of ten people who go in come out!"

Lu Yan nodded: "This disciple understands."

"You knew it and still went?" Lei Wanhe's fat jiggled, his face full of disappointment. "With your Thunder Spirit Root and Molten Metal Body, if you cultivated steadily, forming your Core would be a sure thing. Why did you have to go to that godforsaken place? Even in the underworld, people have to queue up to be reincarnated!"

Unfortunately, his persuasion was destined to result in Durex banning sales to Wei Zhongxian—it was utterly useless.

Actually, if it weren't for the high degree of uncertainty surrounding Lu Yan's cheat ability, would he have needed to scheme to seize that thing in the Crimson Forbidden Land?

It's important to know that Han Laomo will also be participating in this batch of blood trials, which means that if you want the Six Ding Heavenly Armor Talisman, you must take the restriction token guarded by the Ink Dragon before Nangong Wan does, otherwise you will not have another chance.

Of course, Lu Yan couldn't say these things to Fatty Lei, so he could only say with a serious expression, "This disciple wants to go out and gain some experience, see some blood, and temper my courage."

Lei Wanhe looked at him like he was a fool: "Bloodshed? Testing your courage? Do you think this is a market? This is a place where lives are at stake!"

"This disciple understands."

"You knew that, yet you still went?"

"If the disciple does not go, his mind will not be clear."

Lei Wanhe opened his mouth, but was momentarily choked.

His thoughts were not clear, and he really couldn't refute this reason.

For cultivators, the most important thing is to have clear and unobstructed thoughts. If one has a strong attachment in their heart and forcibly suppresses it, there is a high chance that problems will arise when they form their core in the future.

Lei Wanhe stared at him for a long time, his expression changing from shock to helplessness, and finally he sighed: "Fine, fine, you're amazing, but your mind is not clear. Go if you want to, I can't control you."

Lu Yan lowered his head and drank his tea, pretending not to hear.

Lei Wanhe muttered a few words, then pulled out a storage bag from his pocket and casually tossed it over: "Take it, so you won't say your teacher doesn't care about you."

Lu Yan caught it, looked inside, and was slightly taken aback.

Inside were a stack of talismans, two bottles of pills, several magical artifacts, and a blue inner armor.

"The talismans are the Earth Escape Talisman and the Vajra Talisman, so you can run away if necessary. There's a bottle each of healing pills and energy recovery pills. The inner armor is the one I wore when I was young. Although it's a bit old, it can still block most Foundation Establishment attacks without any problem."

Lei Wanhe picked up his teacup and took a sip: "That's all, don't think it's too little. My family isn't well-off, and we can't afford to support a spendthrift disciple."

Lu Yan held the storage bag, a warm feeling flowing through his heart.

These items combined would cost at least tens of thousands of spirit stones. Lei Wanhe made it sound easy, but the inner armor, with its radiant spiritual light, was clearly a cherished item that had been nurtured for many years.

"Master, this..."

"What's this? Keep it." Lei Wanhe waved his hand and muttered, "Anyway, if you die in there, these things will just go to someone else. I might as well give them to you first, at least we'll have a master-disciple relationship."

Lu Yan was both amused and exasperated. In fact, his net worth was probably even greater than that of his master, but unfortunately, he couldn't be brought into the light.

After finishing his nagging, Lei Wanhe added, "Start coming to the cave tomorrow. I'll teach you a few life-saving spells. You have three months. Learn as much as you can. If you still die in there by then, don't say I didn't try my best. Alright, get out of here."

Lu Yan stood up, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.

As he reached the door, Lei Wanhe's voice came from behind him again: "Come back alive. If you're dead, your master won't have time to collect your corpse."

Lu Yan paused, turned back and smiled: "Master, don't worry, I'm tough as nails."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Outside the cave, the night wind blew his robes, and he looked up at the night sky.

Although he was confident about the trial three months later, he still needed to prepare more life-saving trump cards to feel at ease, and he also needed to deal with the filth on his body.

The next second, he mounted his magical artifact and flew towards his residence.

Inside the cave, Lei Wanhe stared at the entrance for a long time before sighing. He put his teacup down on the table and muttered to himself, "His thoughts are not clear... What on earth is this kid thinking?"

"Forget it, young people have their own ideas. We've given him everything we could and taught him everything we needed to. Whether he comes out alive or not is up to his own fate."

However, what he didn't know was that Lu Yan was no longer in Huangfeng Valley... or rather, no longer in the human realm.

Feeling the abundant energy of heaven and earth, Lu Yan looked up at the six suns in the sky, completely bewildered.

"Where did I get this from? Is this still the human realm?"