Chapter 4273 — There Must Be Treasure
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"What the young fellow says is not without sense. But the ruins are larger than any ordinary human city, never smaller. A few scattered waves of human cultivators could never search them all in a short time, so the treasures buried within are not likely to be scraped entirely clean." Brother Chang turned to Wei Zhao and his companion, his expression restored to its earlier mildness.
"That may be so. But if that is the case, then even if there are stray pearls left in the deep, finding them would surely be arduous work?" Wei Zhao pinched his chin. Treasures, after all, were meant to be well hidden. Many had gone before; whatever was easily found must already have been carried off, and what remained, if any, would take no small effort to uncover.
"Of course—if one were after those stray pearls, it would indeed be arduous. But we are not bound for those treasures, so it hardly matters." Brother Chang smiled with a look of profound mystery.
"Oh?" Wei Zhao grew all the more astonished, and Huang Xiaotao beside him was equally baffled. To brave so many risks to reach the ruins of Aoduo Cultivation City and not be after treasure—could they be going sightseeing? Surely these people were not that deranged?
"You must understand, young fellow, that some treasures are gone once taken—but there are others that, even if carried off before, will still be there afterward, because they grow back of themselves." Brother Chang curled the corner of his mouth, half teasing, half explaining.
"What you mean, then, must be naturally growing heavenly treasures?" Wei Zhao's heart stirred. It was the same with the infant ginseng and the Wandu Golden Core Fruit: once taken, they might be gone for a time, but return after a while and you would find they had perhaps grown anew.
"The young fellow is indeed clever—one hint and he grasps it all." Brother Chang smiled faintly.
"Could it be infant ginseng? Or the Wandu Golden Core Fruit?" Wei Zhao could not help guessing. Given the other's stature, ordinary heavenly treasures would hardly catch his eye; even the Wandu Golden Core Fruit could not warrant such a grand expedition, for the golden core refined from it is useful only to Golden Core cultivators. Thinking it over, it could only be infant ginseng.
But the infant ginseng had already fallen into his own hands—could there be several growing in Lufeng Forest at once? Yet infant ginseng generally grows only in places thick with yin, such as spirit beast graveyards. How could there be any at the ruins?
Then again, on second thought, the ruins were ruins precisely because every spirit beast there had been put to death overnight all those years ago. One might well call it another spirit beast graveyard, so it seemed no wonder that a heavenly treasure like infant ginseng should grow there. (To be continued)