The entire Ink Cloud City was deserted, with everyone carrying hoes, shovels, and all sorts of digging tools, rushing towards the direction of the mountain stream.
This time, things got really out of hand.
In just two days, what initially only circulated among cultivators had spread across the entire Ink Cloud City, and now everyone knew that a Ginseng Spirit appeared inside the big waterfall eight miles outside the city, as large as a person and even growing a human head.
Even ordinary people were eager to join the cultivators in getting a taste, thinking that since it had grown a head, it would eventually turn into a human and run away.
"Is it really that miraculous?"
A commoner followed the large group, carrying a hoe and asking a familiar person.
"A neighbor of mine, a man with tuberculosis, went there this morning and supposedly picked up a tiny Ginseng King's root, as thin as a strand of hair, made soup with it, and guess what happened? The disease got better!"
