After securing the Black Meteorite Iron, Ye Feng looked forward with anticipation and walked toward the clump of Spirit Grass not far away.
"So many Spirit Grasses, as long as they aren't too ineffective, then I've made a huge profit," Ye Feng mumbled to himself while stretching out his claws and nonchalantly plucked a Spirit Grass and threw it into his mouth.
Unlike the delicious Spirit Fruits he had before, these Spirit Grasses tasted somewhat sour and astringent.
Of course, Ye Feng didn't care about the taste; what he was keenly feeling was the pure energy emanating from these Spirit Grasses.
"A stalk of Spirit Grass contains energy equivalent to 300 Spiritual Energy Points, not bad," a smile couldn't help but appear on Ye Feng's face.
Before him, there were at least 100,000 stalks of Spirit Grass!
Simply put, just this one haul had dramatically increased the overall strength of the entire Dragon Hall.
