In the world of martial arts, I can invest in countless realms.

Chapter 50 Change of Ownership

"Is this... Hundred Herbs Valley?"

They traveled for nearly two days, barely stopping except to change horses along the way, and finally arrived at their destination late at night.

During this time, Shen Che also took some time to search for new investment targets in the system.

I searched five or six times in two days, but the results of the first few times were not very good. I didn't find any particularly talented individuals. The strongest one was only about two and a half stars.

With his current level of talent, unless his talent points are allocated to other unique areas such as mechanisms or formations, they won't be of much help to him anymore.

After decades of hard work, he probably still doesn't have the same level of martial arts prowess as he does now.

On the third search, they found a world of insects filled with killing and the survival of the fittest.

In this world, Shen Che found an extremely powerful, but nameless mother insect that was on the verge of death due to having just given birth and being besieged.

The other party was clearly intelligent. Although their communication wasn't particularly smooth, they were at least able to communicate.

Shen Che lent his power to it, helping it save its child, and in return, Shen Che also received its racial talent.

Of these, he felt the most useful was a kind of extreme perception, which made him extremely sensitive to everything around him, especially hostility.

Even with his eyes closed, he could still sense the general environment around him.

From the faint sounds of conversation outside, they learned their final destination.

Baicaogu (Hundred Herbs Valley) was established a hundred years ago by a disciple of Yaowangfeng (Medicine King Peak) after he completed his apprenticeship and traveled the world, practicing medicine for more than ten years.

Over the past century, they have become quite well-known in the martial arts world, but they never expected that they would end up here.

No wonder they could produce such a sleeping potion; it turns out it was Baicaogu who did it.

Rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows, and Baicaogu really did a great job, even taking people a hundred miles away.

If I hadn't put on this act, I would never have thought of this.

Soon, they were moved into the gloomy dungeon under the cover of night, where many other people were also imprisoned.

Most of the people imprisoned here looked old, and many of them had expressions almost identical to those of the mountain people they had seen before.

The same feeling of drifting aimlessly, the same feeling of being immersed in the most beautiful dream and unwilling to wake up.

It's clear that these people are all skilled martial artists, and their abilities are not bad.

And now, they might be carrying those strange, small cicada pupae in their stomachs, just like those mountain people.

"Master, these are the newly recruited martial arts masters!"

Pointing towards Shen Che, the guard in the dungeon whispered to a young woman.

"Hmm, feed them the Blissful Honey Pills. Those who can't resist the temptation and are willing to submit can stay and be dogs. Those who aren't, they can be used as sustenance!"

"Yes, Master!"

The voice was crisp and ruthless, deciding the fate of these people with a few casual words.

Just then, a hurried sound of footsteps came, drawing everyone's attention.

When she saw who it was, the girl's previously expressionless face suddenly broke into a genuine smile.

"Mother, why are you here?"

"Mom brought you some chicken soup. I've been cooking it for a long time. You've been working so hard these past few days, you need to nourish yourself."

As she handed over the chicken soup, the other person whispered, "Zhao'er, this pill-tasting event you organized has recently attracted too many martial artists to our Hundred Herbs Valley. Won't that cause problems?"

"Mother, don't worry, there won't be any problems. Now we just need to take the last step."

"It would take too long to capture these martial arts masters one by one, I couldn't wait, so I had to come up with this method."

"Once enough of these martial arts practitioners arrive, and everything is successful, Mother, you'll be alive!"

"Zhao'er, you've suffered so much. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to go through all this."

"It's not hard work, Mother. Don't worry. Even if my hands are stained with blood, even if I'm burdened with sins, I will definitely make a medicine to prolong your life."

"Okay, hurry up and drink the soup!"

"Mmm!" Nodding, Lu Zhao picked up the soup and drank it in big gulps, a happy smile always on his face.

The commotion outside made Shen Che, inside the prison, curse inwardly. "You two are such a loving mother and daughter, yet you're risking so many lives."

Although I don't know what they want, judging from their tone and the mess they've been making, I know it's definitely not a good thing.

"Pfft!" Suddenly, Lu Zhao's expression changed, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Black energy instantly appeared on his neck and face, and he staggered, almost losing his balance.

The soup bowl in her hand shattered with a crisp sound.

If someone hadn't been there to support her, she probably would have fallen right there.

"Is there poison in the soup?"

Looking at his mother with disbelief, Lu Zhao asked with a complicated expression, "Mother, why?"

"I'm your daughter! I've done so much for you, why would you poison me!"

"Because you ate shepherd's purse today, and you said it was delicious and refreshing."

Looking up, Old Madam Lu met her gaze without fear, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity, hatred, and a complex mix of emotions that were hard to define.

"Zhao'er can't eat shepherd's purse. When she was little, she would get itchy all over if she ate it, so I never cook shepherd's purse. Perhaps even Zhao'er herself doesn't remember this."

"But I remember, I, as a mother, remember!"

At this point, Old Madam Lu glared fiercely at the person opposite her. "Today, not only did you eat, but you're perfectly fine!"

"Tell me, who are you? Where did you hide my daughter? Give her back to me!"

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about!" Supported by the people next to her, Lu Zhao's face darkened even more, and even her breathing became difficult.

The poison was too potent; even she found it difficult to suppress. However, she couldn't focus on it at all, and could only look at her mother with a pained expression.

"I am Lu Zhao, your daughter!"

"You're not! Three years ago, you went traveling and were seriously injured. When you were brought back, your speech became incoherent and your words didn't make sense."

"I thought you were traumatized from your travels and had a confused memory, but it turns out you're not her at all."

"What you want is the century-old legacy of Baicaogu, right? I can give you that. I don't need any of that."

"I'll cure you of the poison, I'll give you my entire fortune, just give me back Zhao'er, okay!"

"Mother, I told you, I am Lu Zhao!"

With a gentle wave of his hand, several people in the prison who were still having sweet dreams began to tremble violently, and the familiar process of cicada molting reappeared.

Several crimson blood cicadas flew out from the bodies of several people and landed in Lu Zhao's palm.

Soon, in Lu Zhao's palm, these crimson blood cicadas turned from red to black, their originally cheerful chirping instantly fading until they all fell to the ground.

The dark aura on Lu Zhao's face disappeared, and her complexion returned to normal.

Opening his eyes, Lu Zhao's voice turned much colder, a far cry from his previous dejected and listless state.

"My mother is a little confused. Please take her back and don't let her go out casually anymore."

"Quickly, grab her!" Seeing that Lu Zhao's poison seemed to have been completely cleared, Old Madam Lu shouted anxiously to the people around her.

"She's not Zhao'er, she's not the young master of Hundred Herbs Valley! Seize her!"

Old Madam Lu's voice was urgent and angry, but no one paid her any attention. Even though everyone's eyes were filled with complicated emotions, no one made a move until Lu Zhao spoke again.

"What are you all standing there for? Take my mother back!"

"Yes, Master!"

At that moment, Old Madam Lu stood there in a daze, letting the people beside her pull her away. She had heard it; the old men in the valley hadn't called him "Young Valley Master," but "Sect Leader."

She wouldn't have cared before, just thinking her daughter was calling her that randomly. Young Valley Master or Guild Master, isn't it all the same?

But now she understands that the leader of the association is the leader of the association, not the master of the valley.

The century-old foundation of Baicaogu has long since changed hands!