From what Chen Lin knew, an Infant Spirit Fruit Tree could bear dozens of fruits at most, or only a handful at least.
The Zhang Family wanted three, which was not many.
They provided the spiritual tree's location, compensated cultivators who returned empty-handed with spirit crystals, and even supplied Soul-Unlocking Pills. In all honesty, these terms were already extremely generous.
A kind of toxic miasma qi existed in the Fallen God Swamp. It was viciously potent; once someone came into contact with it, it clung like maggots burrowing into bone and could not be shaken off, until it contaminated their mana and divine soul and killed them.
The name "Fallen God" meant that even divine beings would perish if they entered.
But nothing in this world was absolute. Several thousand years ago, a Pill Master had developed a pill that allowed cultivators to resist the toxicity of the miasma here. Since it had no other use, it had simply been named the Soul-Unlocking Pill.
However, this pill only worked for cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm and below. Over time, this forbidden ground had become a treasure-hunting destination for low- and mid-level cultivators.
Even with Soul-Unlocking Pills, the swamp teemed with venomous insects and monstrous beasts. Ordinary cultivators only dared wander around its outskirts, and few ventured deep inside. Thus, the farther in one went, the more rare treasures one could find.
"Since Daoist Chu has laid everything out so plainly, count me in!"
A burly man spoke in a rumbling voice.
"Count me in too. I'll gamble on how many fruits that spiritual fruit tree bears!"
Another cultivator spoke up as well.
Soon, people announced their participation one after another.
"What do you plan to do, Daoist Lin? It's fine if you don't want to go. I guarantee Elder