Chapter 101: The Contest for the Crimson Ganoderma

The annual Herbs Gathering in Crestwood City was a chaotic symphony of sights and sounds. Merchants from across the region set up stalls, hawking everything from common ginseng to supposedly mystical, age-defying roots. The air was thick with the mingled scents of dried herbs, damp earth, and the faint, almost electric tang of spiritual energy that emanated from the truly rare specimens. For the average person, it was a market. For martial artists and healers, it was a treasure hunt. Taylor...