Seek Dao Sect, medicine garden.
Under the cover of night, Uncle Ba, as always, was guarding the medicine garden. He created a clone, positioned it opposite him, and started playing chess with himself.
"Uncle Ba." A familiar voice echoed beside Uncle Ba's ear.
"Little Lu? What brings you to the garden this late?"
Cultivators don't really abide by day and night, but most disciples rarely visit the medicine garden at night.
Lu Yang, looking a bit embarrassed, spoke, "Do you have any valued or rare..."
"Medicinal ingredients?"
"Mud."
"What do you want mud for?"
"To eat."
Uncle Ba: "...."
He'd heard that Yun Zhi often went against conventional norms and had a tendency to torture people. Was Lu Yang being tortured to this extent now?
"No, I've been cultivating a technique that allows one to eat earth. I thought I might taste some to see what it's like."