"Is this the medicinal herb you mentioned? It’s beautiful!"
Su Xiaochi squatted by the river, glancing at the flower to her left and right, her eyes unable to hide her amazement.
The flower in Tang Shu’s hands was entirely snow-white, with only six or seven petals visible, but the veins were clearly discernible—even from a distance, one could feel the coolness it emitted.
This flower was one glance away from being recognized as extraordinary.
Having lived for so many years and due to her unique job, Su Xiaochi had seen her share of medicinal herbs, but never such a miraculous flower.
She recalled their conversation at the Oxygen-supply Hotel, and an idea crossed her mind.
"Sister Tang, is this one of those herbs that have been lost to history that you mentioned?"
Tang Shu’s eyes shone brighter than before, and her usually expressionless face now wore hints of joy that added an allure to her appearance.
"Yes, this is the snow lotus, which went extinct three thousand years ago."
Even in Damo, such high-quality snow lotus was priceless, and in the Tang Sect’s Medicinal Garden, there were only two of them.
Her find today was indeed impressive; this trip was worthwhile.
The others heard and looked over, filled with curiosity and inquisition, each one’s spirit heightened.
Meanwhile, the Tomb Raiders who had originally come to steal gemstones and jade raw stones were nearly unable to keep seated at the sight, but since they had been incapacitated, they could only move their eyes around in distress.
My god, they only knew of the Ancient Tomb’s countless treasures, and even thought they were gold and jewels of the like, but it seemed they were wrong—terribly so!
They had heard Tang Shu’s words clearly: this was the tomb of a matriarchal society’s tribal chieftain; they had no idea of the value of gemstones, which were just appealing burial items.
The real treasure was the medicinal herbs!
Long-lost, precious herbs that had been submerged in the river of history.
Perhaps they had miraculous effects!
There, holding the snow lotus, Tang Shu’s mind was already flooded with myriad medicinal recipes, and she felt an itch to start working.
Su Xiaochi’s eyes also brightened, "Does it have the effect of healing dead flesh and mending bones?"
Although she had not seen this kind of snow lotus before, it had already gone extinct, and the uniqueness of this thousands of years old herb was certain.
Did it have to be so fantastical? She felt her entire worldview was being restructured!
"Not to that extent, but not far off either; its medicinal effects are much better than other drugs."
Tang Shu didn’t go ashore but floated over to Su Xiaochi’s side and from her backpack, extracted a few slightly larger porcelain vases to carefully store the snow lotus.
"How does it compare to thousand-year ginseng or Lingzhi mushrooms?"
"Thousand-year ginseng... about the same."
Su Xiaochi was dumbfounded, "I was just saying, thousand-year ginseng, my, does such a thing exist?"
Tang Shu fell silent.
A thousand-year ginseng was indeed a legendary existence in modern times, but the Tang Sect had one.
Su Xiaochi reached out her hand, trying to pull her ashore, but Tang Shu had already slung the backpack that was by the shore onto her back.
"This is living water, it leads to a natural Medicinal Garden, and there’s more than just this snow lotus."
Saying this, she waved nonchalantly at everyone and dived back into the water.
Suddenly, Su Xiaochi was dumbstruck again, staring at the bubbling water momentarily.
"So hasty? Now I see it’s someone from a Chinese medicine background."
Throughout their journey, even when faced with life-threatening danger, she had never seen her so delighted.