Huangxiu

Chapter 1177 Rare Herbs
Chu Zhiyuan said, "It seems we'll have to leave it to luck."

I've always been lucky.

I always tried my best in everything I did, but others did the same. In the end, I succeeded, but I can't attribute it entirely to my own efforts and wisdom. Luck played a bigger role too.

Song Shoufang said, "You four major sects don't understand the evil sects enough, and you don't know where the top evil demons are. Killing more evil demons is not as good as killing a few top ones."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

He then said, "The Exorcism Division knows the whereabouts of these top-tier demons, yet they have kept them alive without killing them?"

Song Shoufang said, "It's unavoidable; it's human nature."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Just like how the various sects of the martial arts world no longer dare to take action to kill demons outside the imperial city."

Song Shoufang gave a soft snort.

He understood what Chu Zhiyuan meant.

The Exorcising Bureau knew the location of the top evil spirits but did not kill them, which was to avoid danger and seek good fortune. Similarly, the martial arts masters from various sects saw the evil spirits outside the imperial city but did not kill them, which was also to avoid danger and seek good fortune.

They understand the Exorcism Bureau, yet they resent the various sects in the martial arts world.

This is clearly a double standard, too biased, and unfair.

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands and said, "Your Highness, may I take a look at the Netherworld Grass?"

Song Shoufang raised an eyebrow: "It's no use. The Netherworld Grass only grows in one place, and you can't get in there."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "This junior is curious and wants to see what this Tongming Grass looks like, it is so mysterious."

"The Tongming Grass cannot be taken out of the area," Song Shoufang said, shaking his head.

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Do you have a picture of the Netherworld Grass?"

"You're quite persistent." Song Shoufang shook his head and chuckled. "Do you really want to see it so you can find it yourself?"

"Yes," Chu Zhiyuan readily admitted.

Song Shoufang said, "You can't go back to Xiaotianwaitian anyway, so what's the use of knowing?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "When I achieve success in my cultivation in the future, I may have the opportunity to go back."

"...Hehe, you certainly have big ambitions." Song Shoufang chuckled.

He knew some of the wonders of the Heavenly Sword and knew that once he became the master of the Heavenly Sword and the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he could send the message back to the Lesser Outer Heaven.

This alone provided enough motivation for Chu Zhiyuan to strive for the position of sect leader.

He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, wait a moment."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Chu Zhiyuan solemnly clasped his hands in thanks.

This indicates that he intends to compete for the position of sect leader, a decision he made after careful consideration.

Especially in front of someone like Song Shoufang, there's no need to hide anything.

After all, for Song Shoufang, the most valuable person in the Heavenly Sword Sect was the sect leader.

Or the current leader, or the future leader.

His appropriate performance can increase his own value.

Song Shoufang waved his hand and turned to leave the hall.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned and pondered.

Former collaborators have now become competitors, their lives now tied to those of their loved ones, leaving no room for compromise.

He believed that Huang Zhengyang was doing the same thing, trying every possible means to obtain the elixir.

But besides Huang Zhengyang, what about Qi Chunyu?

Qi Chunyu probably wasn't that confident, but she might not be willing to give up.

There are also the four major sects.

Even other martial arts sects would do everything in their power to kill the evil spirits.

The evil sect is offering a bounty, and the imperial court is also increasing the bounty. Is this a sign of a major battle?

He pondered the sudden change in the situation and deduced possible future scenarios.

A moment later, Song Shoufang came in, took a scroll, and handed it to him.

Chu Zhiyuan took it with both hands and slowly unfolded it.

Inside the painting, there is a strange little grass, surrounded by flowers, which is easily overlooked.

Its leaves are long and narrow, as green as new leaves after rain, with white spots on the back of the leaves.

At first glance, it looks like just wild grass that can be seen everywhere.

He closed his eyes and searched his memory.

As it turned out, there really wasn't a single wild grass that looked exactly like it.

It seems common, but it is not.

"Have you seen it before?" Song Shoufang asked with a smile.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Never before, but I never expected it to be like this."

"Judging from its name and its effects, you'd think it would have a very strange shape, right?"

"I thought I'd recognize it at a glance," Chu Zhiyuan said, shaking his head. "I didn't expect it to be so ordinary."

Song Shoufang said, "Actually, it's pointless for you to read it. You'll forget it soon after you've read it." Chu Zhiyuan seemed to be thinking about this. He closed his eyes, and sure enough, an invisible force was blurring his memory of the Tongming Grass in his mind.

What was originally ordinary suddenly became extraordinary.

He opened his eyes and asked curiously, "Your Highness, is this the power of that secret place?"

"Hmm." Song Shoufang nodded.

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "What secret place is it?"

"I can't say," Song Shoufang shook his head.

Chu Zhiyuan was surprised: "We can't even talk about it?"

Song Shoufang said, "If you tell them, you'll be implicated by forces, and it won't do you any good."

"I see." Chu Zhiyuan suddenly realized, "With this Netherworld Grass, can we refine the Longevity Pill?"

"The formula for the Longevity Pill is not a secret; you can find it out."

"Without the Netherworld Grass, the formula for this Longevity Pill is just a piece of waste paper?"

“That’s right,” Song Shoufang said. “In short, if we want to get the Longevity Pill, we should try to find a way through the reward.”

"Thank you, Your Highness." Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands in thanks.

Song Shoufang waved his hand: "If you can win this pill, the benefits will be much more than just this."

"Yes." Chu Zhiyuan understood.

Winning first place will instantly make you famous throughout the world, known to everyone.

This is extremely important to too many people in the martial arts world.

Practicing martial arts is a painful process. What sustains one through the suffering, besides a sense of security, is fame and fortune.

Among so many martial arts practitioners in the world, the benefits, both tangible and intangible, of becoming a master are countless.

It aligns with humanity's ultimate pursuit.

As Chu Zhiyuan left the Prince Zhuang's residence, he felt several pairs of eyes watching him.

This time, it was still the guards and servants of Prince Zhuang's mansion, but they were no longer hostile as before.

Prince Zhuang has completely resolved the previous incident of evil spirits appearing in his mansion.

……

He returned to the Heavenly Sword Courtyard, set out paper and pen, sat down at the stone table, closed his eyes, and began searching his memories.

My memories of the Netherworld Grass are indeed blurred; an unseen force has been constantly interfering with and erasing them.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled slightly.

In the past, he really couldn't remember; he simply couldn't remember.

But that's not the case now.

Having completed the first level of the Heavenly Origin Technique, he focused his mind and a continuous stream of light flashed in his mind.

The previously vague memories quickly became clear.

He closed his eyes, and the pen tip moved swiftly across the paper.

In just four or five breaths, a clump of grass appeared on the paper.

However, he used ink, which prevented him from capturing its tender green color.

However, their shapes are already almost identical.

Its shape alone is sufficient for its purpose.

After drying his eyes, he closed them again and began drawing once more.

He painted more than twenty copies in a row, only stopping when he had used up all the ink in the inkstone.

He thought for a moment, then went to the front yard and asked someone to go to the street to buy some paint.

They were re-dyed to a light green, and then white dots were added.

This time it was exactly the same, without any mistakes.

Then he left the imperial city and came to the top of a mountain.

A moment later, a portal appeared, and Chu Liezhao stepped out, taking the stack of drawings with him.

Within just one hour, drawings of the Netherworld Grass appeared in both the Lesser Heavenly Realm and the Outer Heavenly Realm.

Chu Liezhao and the Prince of Qing's Mansion both used their own channels to spread the picture, causing various secret places and grotto-heavens to begin searching for it.

He believed that the Netherworld Grass could be found in these two places.

Especially in those hidden caves and secret places, there are some wonders beyond imagination.

He had just returned to Tianjian Villa when Huang Zhengyang sent someone to find him.

He immediately realized it was because of the Longevity Pill, and shook his head helplessly.

It's estimated that Huang Zhengyang wants to withdraw himself from the competition.

He sighed inwardly, wondering if the two were about to turn against each other.

(End of this chapter)