“No Alchemy Wood, nothing else either.” Zhang Yan heaved a sigh of relief and returned to the boat.

Qingniu smelled the air, utilizing his rich experience as a doctor. He could instantly smell the scent if there was any Alchemy Wood around. There was nothing but the scent of mud.

“No Alchemy Wood here.” He firmly concluded.

All eyes shifted towards Li Qiye; everyone could see the outcome.

“There really isn’t any.” The young cultivators quietly talked among themselves.

Some were regretting not joining in earlier for an easy win. 

“There might have been some in the past but were eaten already by these termite...