Under the night sky, Grandpa Ba guarded the herb garden in the Dao-Seeking Sect as usual. Splitting off a clone, he sat across from himself and played a game of chess.

“Grandpa Ba.” A familiar voice streamed into his ears.

“Little Lu? It’s so late. What brings you to the herb garden?”

Cultivators’ activities weren’t bound by day or night, but most disciples rarely visited the herb garden at night.

Lu Yang looked somewhat embarrassed. “I was wondering, do you have any particularly precious…”

“Medicinal herbs?”

“Mud.”

“What do you need mud for?”

“To eat.”

Grandpa Ba, “...”

I’ve long heard about Yun Zhi being out of touch with worldly affairs and often unintentionally tormenting people. Has she finally tormented Lu Yang to this point?

“No, I’ve been practicing a cultivation technique that allows me to eat dirt, so I wanted to find some soil to see...