Zhang Yang charged towards the flowerbed like a madman.

He was trembling with excitement; the flowerbed was filled entirely with spiritual herbs.

Although many of the herbs were unrecognizable, they had been growing for at least three thousand years, and their effects could only be described as defying the heavens.

"Holy crap, Nine-turn Resurrection Grass! Heart-cleansing Lotus! Soul-Cleansing Lotus! Wow, and this fruit that looks like a turtle—could it be some kind of celestial medicine?"