Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

"Exquisite Golden Kumquat?"

Chen Qing murmured to himself, but his gaze had already swept the surrounding dense forest like a hawk's.

Beside him, Xu Min said quietly, "This fruit absorbs refined essence into itself, concentrating a tremendous amount of pure essence within. It is extraordinarily precious."

"It generally takes eighty years before it produces fruit, and yet its true value exceeds that of any treasure capable of boosting cultivation over an eighty-year span."

Xu Min paused, her tone growing somewhat more grave. "This fruit is remarkable both for its exceptional effects and for how rare it has become. A medicinal treasure of this kind has been virtually extinct for several hundred years."

Chen Qing's heart was hammering.

When it came to treasures that could elevate his cultivation, he could never have too many. Going from eleven refinements to twelve, he still required enormous resources. One had only to consider that Nan Zhuoran had consumed vast quantities of resources just to advance from ten refinements to eleven, and for him to push from eleven all the way to fourteen would be an absolute bottomless pit, a slow and grinding effort that would take at minimum several years, if not a full decade.

Chen Qing was deeply stirred, but remained cautious all the same. "With a treasure like this nearby, there ought to be a powerful spirit beast guarding it."

"We should proceed carefully," Xu Min said, nodding.