Chapter 882: Pure Yang Flower
Max stepped into the range without hesitation, the little Rat perched firmly on his shoulder. The creature, born for treasure hunting, wasted no time—it sniffed the air, twitched its whiskers, and darted off at remarkable speed, forcing Max to keep pace.
Under its expert guidance, Max quickly located multiple patches of valuable herbs, including several fourth-grade and even a rare fifth-grade spiritual medicine.
Of course, Pure Yang Mountain wasn’t unguarded. Many ferocious beasts, drawn to the yang energy of this land, prowled near the herbs. A large crimson-furred wolf lunged at Max at one point, and another time a massive scaled lizard tried to ambush him from above. Yet none posed any real threat.
Max’s sword gleamed with deadly precision, cutting down monster after monster with little effort.
"Puff!" Another beast fell, its blood dyeing the ground as Max reached down and plucked a fifth-grade spiritual medicine from its nest.
"Little guy," Max said, turning to the Rat, "can you sense where the yang energy is the strongest?"
The yang-attributed herbs he sought—especially the rare Pure Yang Jasmine—thrived in dry areas where yang energy was at its peak.
The little Rat squeaked and leapt to his shoulder, sniffing and turning its head in different directions. After a moment of consideration, it pointed its tiny paw firmly toward the east.
Max followed its gaze and immediately spotted an enormous peak towering above the rest, its height easily surpassing a thousand feet. It was the highest mountain in the entire Pure Yang range, its summit hidden in the sunlight like a golden blade piercing the heavens.
"How could I have forgotten something so obvious?" Max smacked his forehead and chuckled at his own oversight. The highest peak would naturally have the densest yang energy, and with it, the best chance of finding the Pure Yang Jasmine.