Early the next morning, Feng Yuan gathered Qi Chen and the others to set off to collect Spiritual Medicine. Looking at the damaged Spiritual Medicine, Qi Chen couldn't help but say to Feng Yuan:
"Are we really not wasting this by doing it this way?"
"Anyway, they can't manage all of them, so it doesn't matter. Don't you think it's a good time to practice~"
While cleaning those plants, Feng Yuan said, his face before the pitch-black Ancient Book which spontaneously flipped open. With one hand on the Ancient Book and silently chanting, black mist continuously spread around, enveloping the forest. The parts of the plants covered by the black mist grew excessively fast, died, and withered, except for those confirmed problem-free by Feng Yuan which escaped unscathed.
"Besides, I've helped them clear so many areas. If there's really anything, they wouldn't have the nerve to complain."
