Xin Yao's voice was not loud, yet it was like a heavy hammer striking fiercely at Lu Chen and Sun Yourong's hearts.
The two exchanged a glance.
Sun Yourong could not hide her astonishment. "Yao Yao, did you... get this wrong? A secret realm in the mortal world being watched by deities? That kind of thing is one in ten thousand!"
"Rongrong, you said it yourself—one in ten thousand. But what if it's one hundred thousand, one million, ten million? Wouldn't it then be possible?"
Xin Yao's retort was crisp and decisive, leaving them unable to refute it for the moment.
"Please explain further, Miss Xin." Lu Chen extended a hand in invitation.
"Actually, I hadn't considered this possibility at first either. It was only the more I thought about it that the whole thing began to feel wrong."
Xin Yao explained in an unhurried manner. "That secret realm is in Grass Temple Village. According to the villagers, late one night two weeks ago, a divine beam suddenly shot into the heavens from the mountain behind the village. Right afterward, the entire village smelled an unprecedented strange fragrance. The scent was incredibly miraculous—sick people immediately improved after smelling it, Spirit Cultivators stuck at bottlenecks broke through on the spot, the village children became much smarter overnight and could remember anything after reading it once, and even the cattle and sheep in their pens grew a whole size larger."
"It sounds like some heavenly treasure capable of enhancing spiritual intelligence and nurturing fortune."
Sun Yourong said.
Effects of such nourishment did not resemble the characteristics of a magical artifact, inheritance, or other opportunity.
"Right, it should have been a heavenly treasure. So early the next morning, the bolder villagers formed groups and went looking for the strange treasure.
But guess what