Chapter 338
The Kunlun Mountains were nothing short of a natural treasure trove. Rare artifacts and herbs such as Mita Nectar, fleeceflower root, and Everfrost Ginseng were so abundant that one could stumble upon them while simply on a stroll. Any martial artist, even one of lesser skill, would experience a surge in internal energy just by consuming even a single one of these miraculous elixirs.
“I see, so that’s what the situation is like...” Yao Ping mused. “In that case, I, Yao Ping, Master of the Celestial Secret Squad, cannot just stand idly by! Hahaha!”
Do-Jun sat across from Yao Ping, shaking his head silently. They were at the guest quarters within the sect, where the students of the Black Assassins Academy and the Celestial Secret Squad were staying. He needed Yao Ping’s help to make the Divine Qi Pills, but he certainly didn’t require his assistance in gathering Everfrost Ginseng.
Everfrost Ginseng was necessary to neutralize the toxins in the seawater on the eighth floor of the Core, and upon hearing this, Yao Ping burned with determination as if it were his own mission. Of course, Do-Jun omitted the part where he also needed it to make broth for his baeksuk.
“I can handle this alo—” Do-Jun tried to decline, only to be interrupted.
“How could I possibly allow the mighty Heavenly Demon to do such menial work! Huh? What is the role of the Master? It is to serve the will of the great Heavenly Demon!” Yao Ping passionately declared, veins bulging in his neck.
Slightly taken aback, Do-Jun chose not to show his surprise. For some reason, Yao Ping’s personality seemed to have changed slightly.
“And just in case you’re misunderstanding my motive, I’m absolutely not doing this just to earn some fried chicken, okay?! My esteemed Heavenly Demon,” Yao Ping clarified.
Ah. So that’s what this is about, Do-Jun thought in realization.
Yao Ping’s eyes welled up with emotion as he said, “The thought of the great Heavenly Demon personally gathering ginseng fills my eyes with tears. I beg you—please entrust this task to your unworthy disciple!”
Do-Jun glanced at his wristwatch. It was 9:10 AM. The stew would take an hour to prepare, so he needed to hurry. With a resigned sigh, Do-Jun decided to let Yao Ping handle it.
“Return within half a shichen[1],” he said.