Medicinal herbs were essences of plants. In principle, the boundary between such spirits and fiends should have been blurry. Herb spirits were born from grasses and roots. By all logic, the Fiend-Controlling Incantation should have restrained them.0

Yet even after Wang Sheng and his sword spirit's repeated attempts, the five herb spirits weren't the least bit affected. The old and young members of their little family even gazed at Wang Sheng with puzzled expressions, unsure what he was trying to do.0

They looked like rustic earth deities, simple and somewhat endearing. However, their true forms were all Linhun Grass, which primarily strengthened an immortal physically and enhanced their recovery. It had vanished almost entirely in the Ancient Era. For those who cultivated to improve their physique, it was a priceless treasure.0

Unfortunately, practitioners who focused on the body were rare these days. It would be a waste for a Primordial-Spirit-oriented cultivator to use it.0

The eldest among them was more than two hundred thousand years old. Two of the younger ones appeared to have split off at some point, yet they were still over a hundred thousand years old each. To boil, fry, roast, or...0