"The Asura Clan?" Sounds familiar, doesn't it? On
a high mountain, the formation disk lit up, and Long Chen's figure appeared. He stroked his chin, lost in thought.
"By the way, Jiuyou Rakshasa, that little woman seems to be a god, with a trace of the Asura bloodline.
Tch, who cares? No one can stop Old Long San from getting rich. Whatever is in my hands is mine. Long
Chen shook his head, stretched out his large hand, gripping the serrated long blade. His hand suddenly sank, and the mountain beneath Long Chen's feet began to tremble uncontrollably, as if it could barely bear the weight of the blade.
"Heh, a heavy weapon like this is only effective to use. Damn it, if I go back and give this knife back to them, and they can forge me a Dragonbone Evil Moon, will they agree?"
Long Chen chuckled, but felt the idea was a bit unrealistic. Never mind whether they would agree, even if they did, forging such a divine weapon would take who knows how many years—he couldn't afford to wait.
"Forget it, let's just make do. This blade should be able to withstand my star power, right? Hehe, Ying Tian, right? Come on, I'll kill you with one strike."
"Whoosh, whoosh."
Long Chen held his long blade and slashed twice, feeling that the blade was a bit heavy for him and a bit difficult to use.
It was also possible that he had not used heavy weapons for too long, causing his strength to decline, especially the strength of his wrists.
"Whoosh"
A spider-shaped object appeared behind Long Chen. Its eight legs tightly bound his back, and at the center of each leg was a rectangular slot.
"Click!"
Long Chen pushed his long blade backward, and it automatically stuck to the slot, tightly sealed—almost perfect.
Long Chen looked at his new look, a long-lost look of satisfaction appearing on his face. The only regret was that, although this long blade was evil and domineering, it was still far inferior to the innate imperial aura of Dragon Blood Evil Moon.
Long Chen had been ascending to the Immortal Realm for some time, having fought countless battles and seen countless divine weapons, but he had never seen one possessing the temperament of the Dragonbone Evil Moon. This was also why, ever since the Minghong Blade was shattered, he had been reluctant to use it.
Because these blades were so different from the Dragon Bone Evil Moon, Long Chen was extremely picky about weapons. So far, aside from the Minghong Blade, only this one was barely usable.
After saddling the blood-red long blade on his back, Long Chen adjusted the formation disk beneath his feet. When the formation plate lit up, Long Chen's body vanished once again.
When Long Chen appeared again, the surrounding immortal mist was thick and the air was filled with immortal spiritual energy. The mountains appeared faintly in the mist, like a fairyland.
This was a medicinal garden of the Tianxie Sect. It was originally a treasure land, and the sect invested countless manpower and resources to transform it. It took tens of millions of years to form this sacred land.
Previously, through soul searching, Long Chen had obtained quite a bit of information about the Tianxie Sect. Although he hadn't uncovered any core internal secrets, he still knew quite a bit about the sect's plans.
Moreover, before Long Chen's move, he had already scouted the timing and made detailed plans: where to enter, where to escape, and how to respond if he failed.
There was no other way—Long Chen couldn't rely on luck, so he had to rely on strength. He had just obtained some divine insights, and now he'd touched the Medicine Garden. According to his calculations, the news of the ambush over there should have reached the Tianxie Sect headquarters first.
Headquarters needed meetings before issuing orders, and it was very likely they had anticipated his escape route to pursue and intercept him. It was hard to imagine he wouldn't run but would dare to come back to steal medicine.
Even if they had thought of it, it would take some time for the higher-ups to finish the meeting and issue the notice, which gave him enough time to act.
This medicinal garden was the highest among the hundreds of herbal gardens in the Tianxie Sect, so Long Chen naturally chose the best one.
Although the Tianxie Sect is a dark path, that doesn't mean their treasures are evil. Whether divine materials or rare medicines, there's no distinction between good and evil.
Only after the divine materials are forged into weapons by the Tianxie Sect and infused with artifact spirits do they become evil; only after rare medicines are refined into pills do they become evil. Before that, everything is normal.
The guards at the medicinal garden were much stricter than over there. It wasn't out of concern for stealing, but rather that someone might not understand the habits of rare herbs and might get hurt.
The rarer the rare herb, the more delicate it is—untouchable, untouchable, and it could wither and die.
The rare medicines here are even more precious. Next to many rare herbs hang small signs engraved with people's names.
Whose name represents who is responsible for this rare herb. If something goes wrong, that person must bear the responsibility. If the precious herb dies, that person might be buried with them. Therefore, everyone here has always been cautious and cautious, not daring to slack off even a little.
"Stop, you ..."
Pfft!
With a single finger, he killed a guard. Long Chen didn't dare to search his soul, only to examine some soul fragments. Fortunately, among these fragments were what Long Chen wanted.
Soon, Long Chen found the distribution map of rare herbs in the garden. He quietly bypassed each herb garden and headed straight for the highest-level garden.
"Wow, it's actually a Saint personally guarding it?"
When Long Chen approached the highest-level medicine garden and observed from afar, he discovered a Saint investigating inside.
Long Chen immediately dared not move. He wasn't afraid of a saint, but if a fight broke out and the rare herbs were damaged, he would feel heartbroken. In his eyes, this herb garden was already under the Long family's name, and he wouldn't allow anyone to damage it.
Fortunately, after patrolling the herb garden spanning several hundred mu, the saint gathered more than a dozen immortal experts and gave them a harsh scolding.
The general idea is that these people don't pay enough attention to details or pay attention to them. They need to correct their attitude and clarify their goals; a perfunctory attitude is not advisable.
Those immortal experts being scolded nodded like chicks pecking at rice, not daring to talk back. They were used to it—whether or not something was found, this saint would scold them.
Actually, this is a good thing. If he insults someone, it's fine. If he stops cursing, then it's really bad.
The saint cursed continuously for an entire hour. Long Chen listened until he was almost yawning. The old man had been rambling on for a long time, and Long Chen had no idea what he was trying to say.
No one knew whether the sage was tired of cursing or had run out of curses, but then he simply flung his sleeve and left.
As soon as the old man left, the dozen or so immortal experts felt much more at ease. However, they still stood there for a while. Only after confirming that the saint had truly left did they burst into hearty laughter.
But halfway through their laughter, they couldn't stop laughing, because that saint had actually returned, and their smiles froze instantly.