262: Chapter 222 262: Chapter 222 Yuan Baozhu again took Jiang Tang and their group to the medicinal garden on the back hill, where clan members managed the garden.
This medicinal garden was similar to those in other Immortal Sects of the Cultivation World; it was managed independently and also had an Alchemy Hall, with lower-ranked disciples cultivating the garden.
Servant Disciples, apart from managing the medicinal garden, had their own cultivation time.
Jiang Tang saw a Servant Disciple using spells to water and fertilize the plants, as all the fields here were Spirit Fields.
He recognized many of the herbs in the garden, some precious, some more common.
“It’s quite ordinary, not as precious as the herbs planted in our family’s garden,” Hua Xian’er murmured quietly.
Hearing this, Yuan Baozhu wasn’t angry but replied with a smile:
“Our clan isn’t solely dedicated to medicine, we also have our own Alchemy Hall.
We can’t compare with your abundance of herbal materials, but there’s nothing laughable about that.
Aren’t your specialists also not as rich in medicinal materials as Jiang Tang?
And the pills they produce aren’t as good, are they?”
The other girls nodded at Yuan Baozhu’s words, all smiling as they looked on, eager to see Hua Xian’er and her spar verbally and fall out.
Hearing Yuan Baozhu mention him, Jiang Tang wondered how he had become caught in the middle again?
Could they stop bringing him up when talking?
Women, why do they start quarreling so easily?
“You…
forget it, I won’t argue with you…”
Hua Xian’er wanted to say more, but seeing the other women looking on in amusement, and Jiang Tang turning his face away with impatience, she wasn’t going to fall for their ploy!
In her heart, Hua Xian’er cared greatly about what Jiang Tang thought of her.
She believed she was special and shared common interests and skills in alchemy with him.
Having looked around here, Jiang Tang’s curiosity about the Yuan Family had been satisfied, and he thought about quickly moving on to the next step.
“Yuan Baozhu, I’m going to leave now.
I won’t say farewell to your family in person, I’ll just send them a message,” he said.
“Jiang Tang, I want to come with you.” Yuan Baozhu felt reluctant to let Jiang Tang leave so soon.
With so many other girls following him, she wanted to follow along as well.
“If you want to come, then come.
But just so you know, in addition to visiting the families you’ve invited, I have a lot to do.
If you’re going to follow me, you must listen to me and not make trouble,” he warned.
Yuan Baozhu nodded, and the other girls followed suit.
Jiang Tang sent a mental message to say goodbye to the Yuan Family Head.
After some people reached the foot of the mountain, Jiang Tang took out his arrow-shaped Flying Treasure.
This time, they were heading to the Gu Sect Dugu Clan as directed by Dugu Yan’er.
Their residence was inside a large mountain on the edge of the Imperial City.
This was to the west of the Imperial City; among the large mountains were stockades, and the attire in Dugu Yan’er’s place resembled that of ethnic minorities.
Jiang Tang noticed that Dugu Yan’er’s outfit outside was similar to the usual attire in the Cultivation World.
Entering the stockade, if they had not come from above, the outsiders would have had to deal with streams, dense forests difficult to navigate, with many places connected by plank bridges and chains over to another mountain.
The cliffs between the mountains appeared insurmountable, and without a Flying Artifact, one could only enter this place via water.
But was it really easy to enter via water?
Jiang Tang observed the currents under the great mountain and saw they were like tornadoes, twisting and turning.
Anyone unaware of the danger here and entering carelessly would certainly be swept to the riverbed.
But what dangers lay at the riverbed?
Noticing that the water was not clear but a shade of green, with a fishy smell, he guessed there might be poison in the water.
But where did such poisoned water flow to?
How did the people living here drink water?
Was their source not from the river?
He asked Dugu Yan’er about his observations, which puzzled him.
“The river has monsters, which our tribe raises to protect this place and prevent outsiders from invading.
We do not travel by the river, and our drinking water is not from there.
As for where the water flows, only heaven knows.
Yes, the river water is poisonous.
Our people drink spring water from the mountains.
Like the Tang Clan, we also raise poisonous creatures, so in essence, we aren’t afraid of poison.
It’s just that the methods we use to handle poison differ,” she explained.
All the girls listened and nodded; the Dugu Clan of the Gu Sect was skilled in using Worm Poison and was more drawn to insects.
Their insect methods were vicious, yet they feared reprisal from others.
Jiang Tang understood the Dugu Clan’s ways and wasn’t afraid of their scheming.
Even if they brought more insects, he’d just toss them into Hell Palace.
Nothing would happen to him; instead, these people would lose their pets and become wary of him.
Jiang Tang’s Flying Arrow landed at the entrance of a stockade.
Dugu Yan’er, bringing in so many strangers, was met with her tribespeople dressed in ethnic-minority clothes, headscarves, and many accessories.
Men, women, children, and the elderly all looked at the newcomers suspiciously and were ready to unleash their insects at any sign of trouble.
Jiang Tang could smell the fishiness emanating from these people and surrounding the stockade—it came from the insects, possibly venomous snakes or Worm Poison insects.
The other eight girls with Dugu Yan’er kept a vigilant eye on these tribespeople whose looks were not friendly; they were also on guard.
Dugu Yan’er said something to her people, which Jiang Tang and the other girls seemed not to understand—it was likely their unique language.