"Exquisite Golden Mandarin?"
Chen Qing murmured to himself, but his gaze was already sweeping the surrounding dense forest like a hawk's.
Beside him, Xu Min said softly, "This thing absorbs essence into its fruit. The fruit contains a massive amount of essence and is extremely precious."
"Normally, it takes eighty years to bear fruit, but its true value exceeds that of an eighty-year medicinal treasure that enhances cultivation."
Xu Min paused, her tone growing several degrees more solemn. "Its effects are exceptional, and it is also exceedingly rare. This kind of medicinal treasure had nearly vanished several centuries ago."
Chen Qing's heart began to pound.
When it came to treasures that could improve cultivation, the more the better for him.
From the Eleventh Refinement to the Twelfth Refinement, he still needed an enormous amount of resources. Nan Zhuoran had absorbed countless resources just to advance from the Tenth Refinement to the Eleventh; for Chen Qing to go from the Eleventh to the Fourteenth would definitely be a bottomless pit, slow work that would take at least several years, perhaps even a decade.
Chen Qing was greatly tempted, but he remained cautious. "With such a treasure here, there should be a strange beast guarding it."
"Better safe than sorry." Xu Min nodded.
Chen Qing spread his divine sense in all directions, laying it out carefully like an invisible spiderweb that covered a hundred zhang around them.
Ancient trees twisted their roots together, vines tangled in knots, and fallen leaves lay piled up... Everything seemed ordinary. Even birds, beasts, and insects were sparse and quiet.
Yet he discovered no powerful strange beast aura, not even a trace of foul, savage stench.
That only made things more suspicious.
He had the Golden Feather Eagle fly high into the sky, its sharp eyes continuing