As spring turned to autumn, the sun shone brightly today, marking their first year at the Five Aggregates Sect. They continued to invest their longevity points into their mana.

A gap opened in the Medicine Valley's protective barrier, and Chen Xun, leading a jubilant Black Bull, emerged with a storage bag full of spiritual herbs—every single one that they were required to hand over, not one less.

They made their way to the main hall of the sect as if on familiar ground, pausing to look around outside the hall. Fortunately, they didn't run into Senior Brother Le today, or they would have gotten another lecture.

Inside the hall was the same old man. Chen Xun, wearing a straw hat, respectfully said, "Uncle-Master, I've come to hand over the spiritual herbs."