Chapter 545
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Chapter 545 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait!
Wancao Gate, located in the eastern suburbs of the capital.
This place forms a stark contrast, perfectly separated from the prosperity of the capital.
In front of Wancao Gate, there is an expanse of primitive green vegetation. Only after passing through this greenery can one truly arrive at the entrance of Wancao Gate.
Wancao Gate is situated in a large valley, surrounded by mountains, with many ancient buildings.
It is said that valuable medicinal herbs can be seen everywhere inside Wancao Gate, most of which are cultivated artificially, while a small portion grows naturally.
A large part of the medicinal herb market in the Nine Provinces Nation is supported by Wancao Gate’s production.
“The environment of this sect is somewhat similar to the sects in our era,” Lin Batian said, looking up at the stone tablet inscribed with the three characters ‘Wancao Gate’ standing in front of them after getting out of the car.
“Indeed, there are very few sects like this nowadays,” Fang Yu said.
“Wancao Gate covers approximately fifteen square kilometers, and various precious medicinal herbs can be seen everywhere,” Qin Lang introduced.
“When was this sect established?” Lin Batian asked.
“Wancao Gate has a long history, it was established at least a thousand years ago,” Qin Lang said.
“Only a thousand years?” Lin Batian said in surprise, “I thought it would be at least two thousand years.”
Fang Yu was not hearing about Wancao Gate for the first time.
Years ago, when he was training Xia Xiuzhi, he had considered sending him to this sect known for producing medicinal herbs.
But later, Fang Yu felt that Xia Xiuzhi’s talent was too strong, and joining a sect might actually slow down his progress. So, Fang Yu gave Xia Xiuzhi a copy of the Medicine King Scripture for self-study.
In just thirty years, Xia Xiuzhi had mastered the Medicine King Scripture and grown to become the most renowned medicine god in the Nine Provinces Nation, saving countless lives.
Now, looking at the stone tablet of Wancao Gate, Fang Yu recalled this somewhat stubborn and rigid yet passionate genius of medicine.
In Fang Yu’s memory, Xia Xiuzhi’s image was still that of the little boy with a runny nose from the beginning.
Seventy years of time was too fast for Fang Yu, too fast to remember Xia Xiuzhi’s aged appearance.
“Little Xia has been gone for almost half a year now,” Fang Yu sighed inwardly.
At the foot of Wancao Gate, many cars were parked, indicating that quite a number of people had come to attend today’s alchemy conference.
“Mr. Fang, Mr. Lin, let’s go up,” Qin Lang said.
Fang Yu nodded.
The three walked up the steps, passed the stone tablet of Wancao Gate, and entered the grounds of Wancao Gate.
Standing at the top of the steps, one could see the entirety of Wancao Gate.
On both sides were continuous green mountains, while the scenery ahead was obscured by a thin white mist.
Waves of fresh medicinal fragrance wafted toward them.
This was a very natural scent, not requiring deliberate effort to smell.
From these oncoming medicinal fragrances, it was clear that Wancao Gate lived up to its reputation!
The number of medicinal herbs growing in this valley was definitely not small.
“Mr. Fang, if you need any medicinal herbs, you can also pick some to take back, I have a picking certificate from Wancao Gate,” Qin Lang said.
“Hmm, let’s see first,” Fang Yu said.
After walking along a small path, they came to a square.
On the square, a large group of people were lined up in several queues, waiting for inspection at the front.
One must have an invitation to enter through the stone gate and participate in today’s alchemy conference.
More than a dozen disciples of Wancao Gate, dressed in uniform cyan robes, were responsible for checking the invitations.
Fang Yu and Lin Batian followed behind Qin Lang and also lined up at the back of the queue.
There were at least over a hundred people standing in the square. Considering that many had already gone in and some had not yet arrived, the number of people attending today’s alchemy conference would not be less than five hundred.
Among these people, except for a small portion of ordinary humans, the vast majority were martial artists with cultivation, with most being at the Master realm or above.
Everyone present was a person of status, rarely participating in queuing.
But now, everyone was orderly, and no one dared to violate the rules of Wancao Gate.
Wancao Gate held a rather transcendent position in the eastern capital, even above various martial arts families and sects.
This was not because Wancao Gate was particularly powerful, but because they were the largest supplier of medicinal herbs in the eastern capital.
Medicinal herbs were necessities for martial arts families and sects.
Offending Wancao Gate was equivalent to cutting off one’s own supply of medicinal herbs. If one were to purchase from elsewhere, it would cost several times more, resulting in huge losses.
Therefore, no force wanted to offend Wancao Gate.
Lin Batian looked around curiously, interested in everything he saw, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, without any semblance of an Immortal Lord.
“What are you looking at?” Fang Yu couldn’t help but ask.
“I’m looking to see if there are any beautiful girls,” Lin Batian chuckled and said.
“Have you seen any?” Fang Yu asked.
“Not yet,” Lin Batian shook his head disappointedly and criticized, “What’s wrong with this era? Why are there so few beautiful women? I wanted to say this yesterday when we were wandering around… Hmm?”
Before Lin Batian could finish speaking, he suddenly looked in a direction behind them, his eyes brightening.
“I take back what I just said, there are beautiful women, they just need to be sought out carefully,” Lin Batian stared straight behind them.
Seeing Lin Batian’s expression, Fang Yu frowned slightly and looked in the direction of his gaze.
Two girls were walking together towards the square.
One of the girls was about twenty years old, with skin as white as snow, and a pair of black eyes like stars adorning her clear and beautiful face.
Her steps were light, and her cyan robe fluttered slightly.
With the scenery behind her, the girl looked like a fairy who had walked out of a painting, with an outstanding temperament that attracted attention.
Besides Lin Batian, many men present also turned their gaze towards this girl.
“This girl is so beautiful, and looking at her clothes, she seems to be a disciple of Wancao Gate?” someone exclaimed softly.
“Don’t you recognize her? She is the designated successor of Wancao Gate, Yang Chuyu,” the person next to him said.
“She is the legendary Medicine Fairy?” the person asked in surprise.
“No, the Medicine Fairy is her master,” the person next to him answered.
“What do you think?” Lin Batian nudged Fang Yu with his shoulder, smiling and asking.
Fang Yu did not respond.
Lin Batian’s words and gaze were quite direct, without any concealment.
Yang Chuyu noticed Lin Batian’s gaze, and her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“Senior Sister Yang, those two men are so ill-mannered, do you want me to go scold them!?” the junior sister beside her said indignantly.
“No, let it be, Master is waiting for us, let’s go in first,” Yang Chuyu said softly.
Yang Chuyu led her junior sister, walking lightly towards the stone gate ahead.
“Fellow Daoist, hello, may I ask you to stop for a moment?”
As they passed by Fang Yu’s queue, Lin Batian suddenly spoke up, calling out to them.
Yang Chuyu stopped and turned around to look at Lin Batian.
“Hello, may I ask what you need?” Yang Chuyu asked politely.
“My friend thinks you look familiar and would like to get to know you, would you be willing?” Lin Batian said, looking towards Fang Yu beside him.
Yang Chuyu looked at Fang Yu and smiled, “You are all guests of Wancao Gate, of course Chuyu is willing to get to know you.”
The junior sister standing beside Yang Chuyu, however, looked at Fang Yu with hostility.
There were many who secretly admired Senior Sister.
But only these two guys dared to directly approach her!
“My name is Lin Batian, he is Fang Yu, may I ask your full name…” Lin Batian asked.
“My name is Yang Chuyu, a disciple of the medicine path of Wancao Gate,” Yang Chuyu answered.
“Nice name,” Lin Batian nodded, “My friend…”
“Mr. Lin, Mr. Fang, I currently have matters to attend to, could we perhaps chat when I’m free…” Yang Chuyu said.
“Of course, you go ahead with your business, we’ll find you to chat later,” Lin Batian grinned.
Yang Chuyu bowed slightly, then pulled her junior sister, whose face was red with suppressed anger, towards the stone gate ahead.
“Senior Sister, why didn’t you let me scold them!” After walking a distance, the junior sister said indignantly.
“Junior Sister Ke’er, you need to change this spoiled temperament of yours. These two guests didn’t do anything inappropriate, why did you want to scold them?” Yang Chuyu looked at Ke’er with furrowed brows.
