Chapter 821: What Era Is It? (2/2)

Ah Zhuang and the others looked at each other. There were countless fierce beasts in the mountain and even stronger divine beasts, but it was true that Ning Village had never been attacked, despite being at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain.

“It looks like the legends of the village are true, that we really do have a divine beast guarding us.” Ah Zhuang sighed with appreciation and put the matter out of his mind.

Cheers broke out not long after they crossed pixiu territory—an enormous beast that looked like a wild boar, but was a dozen times bigger than any Lu Yun had ever seen, hung in a net in the middle of the air. Twitching with an occasional struggle, this was the harvest from what the hunters had set up the day before.

Meanwhile, Lu Yun scanned his surroundings. He hadn’t found the ingredients he wanted, but he’d filled his wicker basket with all sorts of foreign herbs that brimmed with qi. Though he didn’t recognize them, he could taste them and use formula dao to hypothesize what they might be used for.

“Hey Shan, what are you collecting all these useless weeds for?” Ah Zhuang poked his nose in curiously when he saw Lu Yun sort through his collection.

“These are all treasures, they might be able to save a life!” Lu Yun carefully placed a brilliantly red herb that looked like a ganoderma into his clothes. This was a blood ganoderma, and Qing Yu had made use of one to ascend to the void realm in one go. He hadn’t thought he’d find one here!

Blood ganodermas needed the fertilization of fresh blood and souls. Plainly, quite a few beings had once died here.

“Wait, why don’t you guys know about this?” He blinked.

In Lu Yun’s eyes, hunters that often traveled through the mountain should be familiar with the effects of these herbs and their uses. But judging from the expressions of the hunting party, they viewed these ingredients with stunning levels of qi as ordinary weeds.

Ah Zhuang twisted his mouth and looked at Lu Yun like he was seeing a bumpkin. Imagine collecting that trash as treasure!

“Then what do you do when you’re injured or get sick? Just wait to die?”

Though Ah Zhuang and the others were ordinary mortals who’d never cultivated, their physical bodies were ridiculously powerful. They could rip tigers apart with their bare hands—but they were still mortals at the end of the day.

Mortals would fall sick or become injured, and the herbs in this mountain were the most basic way of curing or helping someone.

“The village worships an altar spirit. We can ask it to help whenever someone isn’t feeling well or is hurt. Who needs all these weeds?” Ah Zhuang answered matter-of-factly.

Lu Yun said no more. In exceedingly primordial times, altar spirits were divine spirits born from sacrifices to an altar.

“Alright, we’ve had enough of a break. Time to go to the next location!” Losing interest in the conversation, Ah Zhuang called out his orders. A few of the men lashed the boar to trimmed logs and sauntered their way to the next trap.

Lu Yun wordlessly rolled his eyes to the heavens. Just what kind of era had he arrived in?

Perhaps I have to find Tushan of Qingqiu Mountain to figure out where I am… He carefully put the herbs away and shuffled listlessly after the hunting party, heading deeper into the mountain.

1. I’m sorry, wtf?

2. Pixiu are auspicious, winged animals in ancient Chinese history with powerful and grandiose feats of victory in battle. They have the head of a Chinese dragon, the body of a lion, and sport either one antler (male) or two antlers (female) on their heads. Pixiu are considered powerful protectors of feng shui practitioners and statues of this creature are often used to attract wealth in feng shui.