Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
For an ox to eat grass is always a natural thing, even if that ox was no longer an ordinary black ox and the grass it consumed was not ordinary grass either.
The middle-aged daoist glanced at the mountain path and asked calmly, "Are the spirit herbs here better than those in the herb garden?"
The black ox who was currently nibbling on a herb, made a vague sound and replied, "In the past, certainly not. But things are different now. These medicinal herbs have been here for who knows how many years. How can they still be ordinary medicinal herbs?"
The middle-aged daoist said indifferently, "No matter how good they are, they can't compare to what's in the herb garden either.
Hearing this, the black ox had a look of sudden realization and nodded repeatedly. "Daoist Master, you have profound insight! Indeed, these medicinal herbs by the roadside can't compare to the things properly cultivated in the herb garden."
The middle-aged daoist did not pay much attention to the errors in the ox's words. Instead, he pointed to the mountaintop and asked, "Is that the grand hall of this Rongshan Sect?"
The black ox shook its head and said with a soft sight, "I don't know either, Daoist Master. As you know, demonic beasts like me, we don't have any status. I've never been to that grand hall. But you, Daoist Master, have incisive judgment. You'll definitely figure out what it is."
The middle-aged daoist furrowed his brow slightly. Thinking for a moment, he said, "Head to that herb garden."
He did not want to waste any more time here. His priority was to find the herb garden.
If there were immortal herbs there, that would be the most important place.
The black ox agreed with a grunt and began to trot. Instead of heading toward the grand hall, they followed the distant mountain path, circling around the mountainside to reach the other side.
Soon, the two of them passed through a dense forest and entered a sea of flowers.
"Daoist Master, the herb garden is an important place. To prevent ordinary cultivators from causing trou
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