Crimson Flame Fireflies

"Crimson Flame Divine Fruit?"

Shi Jingtian's bald head nearly shoved straight into Lin Qingxuan's face. His pair of copper-bell-sized eyes fixed on the seven fruits that looked like tiny suns, his Adam's apple bobbing with a gulp, drool nearly dripping to the ground. He split his huge mouth and shouted, full of doubt, "I say, Qingxuan girl, that Myriad Treasures Record of yours isn't just fooling people, is it? This fruit... is really that miraculous? Eating it can temper one's physical body and improve one's physique? Why does it sound like some immortal pill to me? That's way too mystical!"

As he spoke, he vigorously rubbed his pair of rough, massive hands, wishing he could immediately pounce over and take a bite of the fruit.

Lin Qingxuan gave a slight nod of her elegant head.

"It can't be wrong! My Myriad Treasures Record is the palace-guarding treasure of the Taiqing Sacred Palace, known as the complete encyclopedia of a hundred treasures. All sorts of rare grasses and wondrous herbs, divine weapons and sharp artifacts between heaven and earth—as long as they have ever existed, there are basically detailed records of them inside!"

She flipped a page and pointed at a line of faintly glowing ancient characters on it, saying seriously, "Look. It's written here clear as day—Crimson Flame Divine Fruit, born from the Crimson Flame Divine Tree, flowering once every thousand years, fruiting once every ten thousand years. On the day the fruit matures, divine fire tempers the body, allowing one to shed the mortal shell and exchange the bones. This fruit has long since gone extinct in the outside world for tens of thousands of years. I didn't expect there to actually still be one tree on Ghost Island! This appearance, this aura, this anomaly of seven fruits on