Fairy Eye

"Transplanting? That might not be a good idea. This herb has already reached its final form; transplanting it rashly could cause it to die directly," the young man in plain clothes said embarrassedly.

"There are nine plants here, so I'll just take two. Even if they don't survive, there will still be seven. If they do work, it will solve Master's urgent problem," Han Lin said calmly.

"Well... alright, but when the elders ask, you must stand up for me, senior brother. This spiritual herb is extremely precious; if even one is lost, I will be punished," the young man in plain clothes said with a mournful face.

"Don't worry, I'll take full responsibility if anything goes wrong." Han Lin nodded with a light smile.

He then walked straight to the Nightshade Grass and carefully pulled up two of them.

To Han Lin's surprise, the Nightshade Grass had barely been pulled from the soil when its spiritual energy began to dissipate.

"It seems you were right. Transplanting the Nightshade Grass midway is indeed extremely risky. You continue to guard the herb garden. I'll head back now, otherwise, once its vitality is gone, there will truly be no way to save it."

After saying that, Han Lin took the two Nightshade Grasses and hurriedly walked outside.

"I hope you'll really speak up for me then, otherwise the elders will definitely beat me to death."

The young man in plain clothes turned to look at Han Lin, his face full of a bitter smile.

It's really tough for someone like him, a nobody.

On the other side, after returning to Xiaoluo Mountain, Han Lin did not plant the Night-Dark Grass in the mountain's medicinal garden, but went straight to the attic room.

He closed the door and put the Nightshade Grass into the Heavenly Herb Garden.

Then, with a thought, he entered the herb garden in his mental form and planted it in the fertile spiritual soil.

At this moment, the Nightshade Grass looked rather sickly.

But the moment it was planted in the medicinal garden, the herb immediately changed.

As if they had taken a super tonic, the soft stems and leaves instantly became incredibly firm.

A burst of light emanated from the surface of the leaves.

Moreover, it began to extend its body at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye. The leaves became larger, the stems became thicker and longer, and the whole plant was full of vitality.

If we were to say that this herb was a malnourished, elderly person when it was in the main peak herb garden, then it would be like a malnourished, frail old man.

At that moment, he was a vibrant and promising young man.

"This Tongtian Medicine Garden is indeed extraordinary." Upon seeing this, Han Lin's eyes lit up.

"At this rate, the Nightshade Grass will probably be fully mature in just a few days."

Han Lin stared at the Nightshade Grass for a while before finally leaving, satisfied.

As evening fell, the soft glow of the sunset pierced through the clouds and spilled across the forest of Jiyun Mountain, creating a breathtaking scene.

In a cave located at the foot of a cliff, northeast of the main peak, came bursts of painful groans.

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe lay on a stone bed, his mouth opening and closing like that of a fish dying of thirst.

His breathing was extremely weak.

Outside the stone gate of the cave, a simply dressed young servant sat, his brows furrowed as he heard the groans coming from the ventilation window.

Ever since Zhao Changping brought him back, he has been staying here every day. He wants to leave but can't. He wants to cultivate, but the intermittent groans and curses disturb his peace of mind.

If it weren't for the other person's status, he would have liked to rush in and stab them to death.

"Ugh, I'm so bored of taking fasting pills every day, when will this ever end...?"

The young servant leaned against the stone gate, gazing at the sunset in the sky, and sighed inwardly.

"I've got it! This guy hasn't summoned me many times anyway. I'll go back and cook a good meal before coming back. I'll also cook something for him, so that even if he gets caught, I'll have an explanation." Suddenly thinking of something, the boy's eyes lit up. He stood up quietly and walked towards a small path on the left side of the cliff.

Not long after the boy left, a figure emerged from the woods on the other side.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark black robe and wore a black bamboo hat.

He walked slowly to the stone gate, knocked lightly on something, and called out in a shrill voice, "Senior Brother Zhao, are you there? I'm a new servant. Steward Dai asked me to bring you some healing pills."

Healing pills?

Hearing the sound outside the door, Zhao Changping stopped groaning and weakly replied, "Where's Xiaofeng? Isn't he outside? Just give him the pill."

"I don't see anyone. There's no one outside." Han Lin's voice was high-pitched and thin, like that of a eunuch.

"Didn't see anyone?"

"That bastard actually ran away secretly, cough cough cough…!"

Zhao Changping's anger surged, aggravating his injuries, and he coughed violently.

Then he rolled out of bed and, like a walking corpse, struggled to open the stone door.

When he saw that the person in front of him was wearing a straw hat, he immediately felt something was wrong and reached out to press the door-closing mechanism.

Unexpectedly, the newcomer kicked him, sending him flying backward.

"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you..." In a life-or-death situation, Zhao Changping suddenly had a moment of clarity, leaping up from the ground and reaching into his robes.

Before he could even pull anything out, a dazzling purple light flashed and pierced his chest.

Zhao Changping held a golden talisman in his hand, but could no longer activate it. He leaned back and fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

The man in the straw hat stepped forward like a blur, and with a forceful stomp, stepped on the hilt of the chubby short sword, causing the entire blade to bury itself completely into Zhao Changping's chest.

"puff!"

Zhao Changping's eyes widened instantly, his head was raised, and he coughed up blood uncontrollably.

He mumbled incoherently, "Who...who are you...?"

You should have guessed it.

The man in the straw hat looked down at Zhao Changping, his voice low and hoarse, completely different from before.

As he spoke, he transformed one hand into a palm, and with a slight pull, he drew the short sword, which was completely embedded in Zhao Changping's chest, back up and landed in his hand.

"You, you are Han..." Zhao Changping saw an unbelievable face through the gap under the curtain, but before he could finish speaking, he could no longer continue. His eyes widened, and he lay stiffly on the ground, motionless.

Seeing this, Han Lin squatted down and quickly began to grope Zhao Changping's body.

Besides the golden talisman on the ground, there were many other good things in the storage bag.

Without examining them closely, he transferred these items to his own Heavenly Treasury.

Then he hung the storage bag back on Zhao Changping's waist, put the body back on the bed, and covered it with a blanket.

They cleaned up the bloodstains again to make the stone chamber look like it had been invaded by outsiders.

Then he turned and walked towards the door.

Click click click.

The instant the stone door closed, Han Lin flashed out of the stone chamber. Looking at the tightly closed stone door, Han Lin sneered inwardly and disappeared into the nearby woods in a few leaps.

When the servant named Xiao Feng returned half an hour later, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the place except for the absence of Zhao Changping's groans.

The boy named Xiaofeng didn't think much of it; on the contrary, he was quite happy that Zhao Changping had finally calmed down.