"What's up?"

"Mr. Chen, just say it's okay." Ziyang Patriarch asked hurriedly.

Chen Hetu pondered for a moment, but did not speak directly, but asked: "I heard that you have many kinds of herbs on Ziyang, right?"

The ancestor of Ziyang nodded and said: "Yes, our place used to be a mine, and the environment was destroyed. The first leader of our Ziyang sect traveled here. After choosing this place as the Ziyang sect, he began to lead his disciples to plant trees.

We have planted forests and planted many medicinal herbs, so we do have a lot of medicinal herbs on Ziyang Mountain, and there are also many medicinal herbs that cannot be found in the market."

Having said this, Ancestor Ziyang showed a proud smile on his face.

"It can be said that if herbs cannot be found elsewhere, they can definitely be found on our Ziyang Mountain. If they cannot be found on Ziyang Mountain, they can definitely be found in our Ziyang Sect's medicine storehouse."

While talking, Patriarch Ziyang seemed to realize something. He looked at Chen Hetu and asked: "Mr. Chen, do you want some herbs that are not available in the market?"

"That's right." Chen Hetu nodded.

He has now entered the Fetal Breath Realm, and the next step is the Condensing Pill Realm.

It is very difficult to reach this state, and some people may not even reach it in their lifetime, so Chen Hetu needs to use some herbs to assist him to increase the chance of success.

In the past, Chen Hetu always maintained a let-it-take-it attitude towards matters such as realm.

But now, something happened that prevented him from being so Buddhist.

Mainly because the adoptive parents told the news about his biological parents, and from what they said, a lot of strange things happened that day.

If he wants to land on Longxi Island on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, he must speed up his advancement. Otherwise, he will definitely not be able to find any news about his biological parents.

Moreover, Chen Hetu had a vague hunch that the island was very dangerous.

Chen Hetu continued: "I need to find 999 kinds of herbs. I wonder if you can help me find them?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen! Let alone nine hundred and ninety-nine, I can help you find even one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of medicine." Ancestor Ziyang said nonchalantly.

The reason why he is so confident is that all the leaders of the Ziyang Sect have the habit of growing herbal medicines. The most important thing is that the Ziyang Sect has a long history. After so many years of development, he has collected more medicinal materials in the medicine storehouse.

countless.

Chen Hetu couldn't help but shook his head. He knew that Patriarch Ziyang's thinking was a bit simple.

He continued: "The herbs I need are all designated, instead of just having 999 kinds."

When Patriarch Ziyang heard this, he realized that something was not easy to handle. However, in order to allow Chen Hetu to represent Ziyang Sect to attend the ancient warrior conference, he gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Chen, please write down the names of the herbs you need.

Give me a piece of paper and I will start gathering it for you now. No matter what, I will gather it for you."

Chen Hetu nodded and said, "Okay."

Then, he handed a piece of paper that he had prepared long ago to Patriarch Ziyang.

There are lots of names of herbal medicines on it.

Ancestor Ziyang took a cursory glance and was shocked. He looked at a few names of herbal medicines, but he had never heard of them.

He thought this was a very simple thing, but now he doesn't think so.

There was a troubled look on his face.

Seeing Patriarch Ziyang's troubled expression, Chen Hetu couldn't help but smile and said, "You don't have to be too embarrassed. Just give me the herbs you have."

Ancestor Ziyang nodded solemnly.

Chen Hetu smiled and walked to the door of the study room to leave.

Ancestor Ziyang said hurriedly: "Mr. Chen, what about... the ancient warriors conference?"
Chapter completed!