A Man Like None Other

Jared held his breath and concentrated hard, fearing he might make the slightest mistake. Even so, he required a few attempts before successfully drawing the charm.

At that instant, Jared was drenched in sweat and out of breath.

“Mr. Flaxseed, you must guard my body well when my spirit leaves my body later. Don't let anyone steal my physical body,” Jared reminded Flaxseed.

“Don't worry. I'll look after your body. Besides, there's no one to commit thievery in this secret realm,” Flaxseed promised.

Jared nodded. Then he stuck the charm on himself. The next second, he emitted a red glow, and his soul became detached from his body.

Looking at his physical form and Flaxseed, Jared felt very excited because he had never observed himself from that point of view.

“Jared, you have ten minutes. Bear in mind that even I can't save you if you don't return within ten minutes,” Flaxseed said while gazing at Jared's spirit.

Jared bobbed his head before striding toward the chaos dimension.

He grinned ear to ear when he walked past the mass of powerful energy without facing any resistance.

However, as he moved further, the streams of murderous intents began attacking him.

Although Jared was a mere spiritual form at that moment, the murderous intent could still harm him.

Feeling helpless, he could only grit his teeth and march deeper into the chaos dimension while enduring the waves of violent, murderous intent.

After an indeterminate time, he felt the pressure on him dissipating, and the view before him entirely changed. It was as if he had arrived in a different world.

Countless rare and precious herbs grew in the white space. Besides, the spiritual energy in that place was a hundred times, perhaps even a thousandfold, more concentrated than outside.

Jared stared at those uncommon herbs and was stunned. A gleam flashed across his eyes.

Some of the herbs were already mature, while some had just germinated. Jared noticed a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng which was shimmering with a faint golden light. He stretched out his hand, wanting to dig out the ginseng.

Unfortunately, he couldn't grab hold of anything. Only then did he realize he couldn't touch anything in his spiritual form.

Jared scratched his head in exasperation as he couldn't take those treasures with him even though they were right in front of him.

Soon, a beam of golden light dazzled him. Shifting his gaze toward the illumination source, he noticed a ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower among the plants. The tuber fleeceflower radiated a significantly more glaring golden light than other herbs.

“A ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower?” Jared's heart palpitated heavily against his chest.

Any herbs that have aged to a thousand years old were considered highly rare and valuable. An encounter with a ten-thousand-year-old herb was something one could only come across serendipitously.

However, all Jared could do was stare at the precious herb without having any means to take it with him.