Yet the medicinal garden, with its array of restrictions, proved so intricate. After passing the square in front of the main hall, although the ground-level restrictions remained, their power had noticeably diminished. Otherwise, even after transforming into a giant ape, the Yuanmagnetic Peak would have been unable to hurl it far. While mentally assessing this, Han Li no longer hesitated and strode directly toward the main gate of the medicinal garden. Once the five-colored light curtain dispersed, the garden's full layout became clearly visible. Though not vast in size, the garden exuded a strong fragrance of wood spirit and medicinal herbs that immediately filled the air. Thus, even before entering, Han Li was confident that he had not come amiss and would surely reap significant benefits. The entire garden was enclosed by a low, green-hued vine fence, and the gate itself consisted merely of two simple, unadorned panels, standing only about three zhang high and half-open. Through the gaps in the fence, Han Li could already see the general layout of the garden. Facing him, there were several relatively flat patches of medicinal fields, each cultivating low-growing herbs barely half a foot tall. Upon focusing his gaze, Han Li clearly saw the herbs in the foremost patch. Each plant had pale yellow leaves, yet at their centers, they bore fruit the size of a thumb—fine and pointed, resembling the most common red chilies in the mortal world. These fruits emitted an unusual crimson glow, appearing like miniature lanterns of thumb-sized diameter from a distance, truly captivating. Since all the herbs in this entire patch were of this kind, it seemed the garden's owner held them in high regard and considered them essential. After carefully observing the appearance of both the herbs and their fruits, Han Li's thoughts swiftly turned. He felt he had heard of this type of herb before, but upon closer reflection, he could not quite recall the details. With a thoughtful expression, he stepped into the garden. As韩立's body barely brushed past the wooden door, a sudden flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he finally recalled the origin of this rare herb. He had first mentioned this herb and its fruit in an ancient text from the Chaotic Star Sea during his time on the human world. The appearance matched the records perfectly—there was no doubt about it. Halting mid-step, he paused beside the medicinal field near the courtyard, gazing at the over a hundred plants of the same herb, his face displaying a strange expression, as though he could hardly suppress a quiet, helpless smile. "The Red Lotus Fruit—how remarkable. If some wine enthusiasts were to possess these for such a long time, even immortals might regard them as treasures." He murmured to himself. These extraordinary fruits were merely the primary ingredient for crafting an exceptional celestial wine—known as the Red Lotus Immortal Wine—of which nearly all cultivators in the lower realms, especially in the Chaotic Star Sea, would surely be familiar. According to the rumors, this wine is a celestial elixir that only the immortals of the immortal realm can taste and savor—famous even within the immortal realm, not something ordinary immortals can casually drink. In the lands of the Chaotic Star Sea and among the human beings of the spiritual realm, there are numerous extraordinary tales about this wine. Yet, no matter which version one hears, it is always praised as being utterly rare—so rare that it seems to be nonexistent on earth and scarce in the heavens. Even among some common mortals, it is said that merely drinking a single sip of this divine wine grants one extraordinary powers and allows one to ascend directly to the immortal realm. Han Li, having read the relevant texts, naturally knows such a miraculous feat is impossible. The wine's fame primarily stems from the claim that it is exceptionally fragrant and exquisite—rarely matched even across the three realms. After tasting just one sip, one finds the wine's aroma lingering in the mouth for over ten days. If one drinks a full pitcher or more, even immortals will be so enchanted that they remain drunk for three days and three nights, never quite recovering and becoming deeply devoted to this wine. Of course, with regular consumption, this wine can gradually improve one's constitution and exert a certain effect in extending life span. Yet the exact extent of this benefit remains a matter known only to heaven—mostly beneficial for lower-tier cultivators or ordinary people. Nevertheless, those who cherish this beverage naturally regard it as a treasure, deeply coveting it. Thus, it might be said that these "Hong Luo fruits" are indeed useless. Yet for Han Li, who has always been a light drinker, they prove rather unremarkable. Fortunately, the texts mention one more point. The richness of aroma and efficacy of Hong Luo Immortal Wine are closely tied to the age of the primary ingredient, the Hong Luo fruit. Even wines made from the same type of fruit can vary in quality depending on the fruit's age. The Hong Luo fruit blooms after a thousand years and bears fruit after ten thousand years. Cultivating it during this long period is exceptionally difficult, with a high risk of partial or complete failure, requiring dedicated personnel to tend to it day and night until it finally bears fruit. Thus, for those who dislike wine, there would be no reason to invest effort in cultivating this precious fruit. Even for true connoisseurs of wine, whether it truly warrants such substantial time and energy is likely something they would carefully consider. This medicinal garden has probably existed since ancient times, and these red lotus fruits—appearing to have been bearing fruit for centuries—seem to have never been harvested. Over countless millennia, their longevity and potency are surely remarkable. If this wine were used to produce a special red lotus elixir, it might yield unforeseen and remarkable benefits. Even if no such benefits are realized, selling these fruits or the elixir to others who enjoy wine would surely bring in astronomical profits. Han Li, reflecting on the detailed records, found his demeanor gradually improve. He did not immediately proceed to harvest these medicinal fruits, but instead rose and walked over to several other nearby medicinal fields. In those fields, he found two additional types of rare herbs, grown in substantial quantities and in extensive patches. A seemingly ordinary herb, with a delicate golden thread woven through its emerald green hue, exuding a rich, fragrant aroma. When touched, its leaves feel smooth and pleasantly warm, like fine jade. The other variety, however, is entirely different. Standing about half a foot tall, it has tangled, irregular branches, with its surface displaying a vibrant array of colors. Each plant bears several black-purple berries. Yet, these berries are unevenly textured, marked with various speckles and blemishes, making them notably unattractive. Given the large number of these medicinal plants, they naturally drew the attention and careful observation of Han Li. Unfortunately, Han Li could only identify the second variety—completely unfamiliar with the first. Yet, even so, he felt a surge of joy. This unassuming, unattractive herb was precisely the "Eroded Toxin Grass" described in a medical compendium of Tianyuan City—a species that had vanished from the spiritual realm over a million years ago. Therefore, it is no surprise that this miraculous herb contains such potent toxins—indeed, even entities at the Consolidated Stage may perish if they consume it. Precisely the roots and fruits of this herb harbor rare and powerful toxins that are essential ingredients in crafting over a dozen top-tier spiritual medicinal formulations, including several elixirs capable of directly advancing a practitioner’s cultivation to the Consolidated Stage. This is precisely why the Heart-Weakening Herb ultimately became extinct throughout the spiritual realm. For this herb is inherently difficult to transplant; no matter what methods are employed, once its natural growing environment is relocated, it typically deteriorates within a few years, turning into a mere blackened mass with no further efficacy. Attempts to cultivate new specimens from seeds have consistently failed in the spiritual realm, with no successful cases ever recorded. It is only within just a few tens of thousands of years since its medicinal properties were first discovered that the herb has completely vanished, never to be heard of again. In the current field of cultivation, there are already over seventy mature specimens, and its longevity is nothing short of remarkable. The pills crafted from this material will inherently gain three parts of medicinal potency. Thus, obtaining them represents an astonishing gain that surely brings great joy to Han Li. With no further hesitation, he raised his hand toward the sky, emitting a resonant hum. A black circular ring shot forth from his wrist, spun slightly in midair, and then suddenly a vast expanse of azure mist surged forth. After a few flickers, it materialized before Han Li. Han Li then swiftly pointed his palm upward in the air. Immediately, a soft hum followed, and a misty, translucent glow erupted from the ring, spreading out and curling onto the ground. After the light faded, thirty or forty jade boxes, each about a foot long and perfectly uniform, suddenly appeared, glowing with various hues of spiritual radiance. He then gently shook his sleeve, while softly murmuring, "Come forth, I have a task for you." "Yes, sir." A clear, fresh voice suddenly emerged from within the sleeve, and instantly a ball of white light shot out, spinning gracefully in the air before transforming into a young girl of about six or seven. Dressed in a snowy white gown and with nine sleek black buns tied at her head, she was simply adorable—none other than Qu'er, the spirit of Zhi Xian! As soon as she was called forth, she bowed respectfully to Han Li, then fixed her bright, clear eyes upon him, waiting patiently for his instructions. "I have observed you several times gathering medicinal herbs in the herb garden—each time you complete the task swiftly. Please collect these three herbs carefully and place them all into the boxes provided." Han Li didn't hesitate, pointing at the three patches of medicinal fields and giving the order without further thought. "This will be easy, Master. Just wait a moment, and I'll have it done," Qu'er replied, nodding with a small smile. With a sudden movement, she leapt into the air, and after a brief flick, appeared mysteriously above a patch of medicinal fields. Raising both arms, she gently flicked her ten fingers downward. A series of crisp rushing sounds echoed as ten slender green filaments shot out from the tips of her fingers, directly striking ten medicinal plants below. After a swift motion, these filaments swiftly embedded themselves into the stems of the plants. Then, with a slight adjustment of her fingers, Curui pulled the filaments taut, and the ten plants that had been wrapped around them were silently lifted from the soil, their roots intact and undamaged, with barely a trace of soil clinging to them—as if they had been thoroughly rinsed. With a further movement of her fingers, the plants were immediately drawn and shot toward a jade chest on the side, landing precisely within one of its compartments. As Curui continued to flick her fingers rapidly, the green filaments kept spraying forth. The divinely efficacious herbs from the medicinal field were continuously pulled from the soil, one by one, and swiftly placed into other jade containers. Within just a few breaths, all the hundreds of herbs throughout the field had been gathered and completely harvested.