Chen Feng also wanted to confirm this matter, so he followed Xianglan and walked over hard.
"This is where we usually cut pigweed."
"There used to be more grass like this in another place, but then I don't know why, but I couldn't get through there."
"It's enough here. Pigs eat the same thing anyway."
Chen Feng looked over and, as expected, saw a lot of the elixir he had just used.
And here is not only the elixir he just got, but also other scattered elixirs.
Looking at the elixirs here, Chen Feng always felt something was wrong.
The growth of the elixir requires too much spiritual energy and various other things.
There is a lack of spiritual energy here, so how could so many elixirs grow? And they are so dense?
"Why are the plants here growing so lush?" Chen Feng looked at the ground with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
"Why? Of course there are countless corpses down here." Xianglan replied nonchalantly.
"Corpse?"
"I heard from the patriarch that this place was once a battlefield. Countless powerful ancestors fought here, and some even died with bloodshed."
"So these grasses grow lushly as they should, and the pigs fed from them are particularly fragrant."
Listening to Xianglan's words, Chen Feng opened his mouth and was suddenly speechless.
He was a little jealous at this moment, because no matter how many elixirs he carried, he couldn't eat as well as this pig.
Not everyone can afford to take five or six grades of elixir every day.
"Can you pick some for me?" Chen Feng pointed to the three elixirs here.
"You outsiders are really pitiful." Xianglan glanced at Chen Feng sympathetically and silently helped him pick the elixir.
Listening to Xianglan's words, Chen Feng really didn't know what to say.
The two spent the whole afternoon here, and Chen Feng finally followed Xianglan back with more than twenty elixirs.
When they went back, they happened to meet the clan leader.
Looking at the two of them, he was a little surprised: "Where have you been?"
Xianglan had no intention of hiding it and told the clan leader directly.
After listening, the clan leader glanced at Chen Feng and didn't speak for a long time.
After a while, he finally said, "How do you feel about your body?"
"It's much better already."
Chen Feng slowly entered the house with the clan leader. While chatting, he asked a lot about the situation here and gained a deeper understanding of it.
"It's getting late, you should rest first," the clan leader glanced at the sky and prepared to leave.
When she stood up, her legs went weak and her body tilted a little. Xianglan was prepared and skillfully stretched out her hand to support the old man.
Seeing him like this, Chen Feng said: "Wait a moment."
The clan leader and Xianglan were a little confused about what Chen Feng was going to do, but they still stopped.
Chen Feng looked at the clan leader, and after a long time he stretched out his hand to feel my pulse, and then tapped his leg.
"Hiss." The patriarch's face turned pale and he couldn't help but frown.
"Patriarch, are you okay?" Xianglan looked at the patriarch with some worry, fearing that something would happen to him.
Ten minutes later, Chen Feng stood up and had a clear understanding of the clan leader's situation.
"How's it going?" That's what the clan leader asked, but he didn't take it too seriously.