Chapter 17: Hundred-Year Ginseng

With these thoughts, Chen Yang quickly crossed the meadow and once again entered the dense primeval forest.

In such dense forests, it was definitely impossible for Chen Yang to continue carrying the bamboo basket forward.

To move deeper and pick better herbs, Chen Yang hid the bamboo basket in a crevice under a large rock.

Carring only a basket on his back and a small hoe, he ventured further in.

Wandering through the mountains, Chen Yang always gripped the hoe tightly in his hand, as he had come to use it as a weapon.

He was unclear if the next moment, a wild beast might charge out of a bush.

Although in recent years there were no reports of any wild animal attacks in the neighboring regions, Chen Yang understood that large predators still roamed these mountains.

Tigers and bears might or might not be present, but wolves and wild boars were definitely around.

Wolves and wild boars might not be as ferocious as tigers and bears, but they were not to be underestimated either.