"I'm sure this is the antidote, hurry up and pick them, we need to get down the mountain before noon, if we delay too long, these herbs will lose their effectiveness."
Yang Cheng spoke with absolute certainty.
No one doubted his words anymore, bending down to start picking the herbs.
However, the roots of the red herbs were very fragile, breaking easily and oozing some sticky liquid.
The faint fragrance of Hehuan Grass initially surrounded the area, but it was soon overwhelmed by a stench, causing people to occasionally retch.
Yang Cheng, known for his keen sense of smell, blocked his sense of smell with True Qi to prevent the odor from affecting him.
"Brother Cen, you're amazing! We are about to throw up our bile, yet you remain unfazed."
Da Shan looked impressed, with Yang Cheng being his idol. Whether it was his medical skills or his character, Yang Cheng was unparalleled, surpassing even the Village Chief and Yue Ying in his eyes.
