After the apocalypse, mountains became a rare sight—more precisely, lush peaks were no longer visible. At that time, the mountains were covered with mutated plants. No matter how powerful an Adept was, they would be devoured if they ventured up there. Of course, as long as one stayed out of their attack range, nothing would happen.
Lin Yuxing had no idea what the world would be like when he and the Zombie King perished together. His past life's matters were no longer relevant to him.
Ordinary villages were typically built near water sources, and Lin Village was no exception. However, their village had a fan-like shape. From halfway up the mountain, one could see smoke rising from the stoves, giving a sense of peace and tranquility. Only now did Lin Yuxing feel truly alive, living in a simple, ancient village.
He didn't intend to become a master, but he still needed to learn basic moves. This way, he could protect himself, and if he couldn't defeat the wild beasts on the mountain, he could run away. Therefore, it was necessary to train his body.
Lin Yuxing looked at the tracks on the road and knew that to gain anything, he had to venture deep into the mountains. These areas had already been thoroughly searched, so he couldn't let anyone else pick them clean.
A sickle, a basket, two steamed buns, and a pot of water were enough to last until the afternoon. Despite Ah Yao's repeated warnings, he decided to take the risk. Otherwise, it would be a waste of his original intention for this trip up the mountain.
Lin Yuxing slowly walked towards the depths of the mountain. As expected, he saw no signs of people leaving, but his eyes were fixated on something.
He spotted ginseng. If it weren't for his sharp eyes, it would have been obscured by the surrounding grass.
Compared to other places, this one indeed held potential danger. But this was the deep mountain; wealth came from risk. If Lin Yuxing hadn't seen the ginseng, he might not have gone over. But now, it was different. Judging by the ginseng's age, it should be at least several decades old.
Lin Yuxing picked up the sickle and slowly cut away the grass, carefully observing his surroundings. What he feared most was a poisonous snake appearing in the dense grass; at that time, he would probably be in a dire situation.
Time passed slowly. Lin Yuxing's forehead and clothes were soaked in sweat, but he didn't care. The grass had cleared a space, revealing the ginseng. He didn't sense any danger nearby, which made him happy. However, he realized that digging for the ginseng would take a long time, as he didn't want to damage the roots, which would decrease its value.
Lin Yuxing crouched down and carefully dug out the ginseng, even using his hands to avoid damaging the roots with the sickle. Fortunately, the soil was soft, making it easier to dig. When he finally placed the ginseng in his basket, his fingers were a bloody mess, but it didn't affect his good mood.
Just as he was about to head back, a loud sound came from afar, causing his expression to change drastically. He quickly found a towering tree and climbed up…