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In the forest.
Angry howls of wolves echoed incessantly.
But Xu Wendong had long since taken the ginseng and was swiftly heading towards Qingshan Village.
Gazing at the palm-sized, snow-white Hundred-Year-Old Ginseng with hair-like roots in his hand, Xu Wendong grinned with a wicked smile.
With this, he could effortlessly step into the Fifth Layer of the Yin-Cultivating Realm.
Of course,
the ginseng's wonders were far too significant to be that simple.
Thinking of this, he plucked a leaf from the ginseng, placed it on the ground, and pressed it with a stone, leaving a piece every few hundred meters.
By the time he reached the foot of the mountain, it was already dusk.
He didn't go to Zhao Ranran's house for dinner, instead, he returned to the village committee office, washed the Hundred-Year-Old Ginseng clean, and gnawed on it as if it were a carrot.
