Jiang Ding looked around.
Above the third-grade superior spiritual vein, vines of the melted gold fruit, thick as an arm and blackish-brown as if cast from metal, sprawled across the area. The leaves were the fiery red color of magma.
Within the leaves, a golden fruit would occasionally grow, roughly the size of a fist and covered in cracks, with deep red magma-fire bubbling inside.
"Melted gold fruits, located on the third-grade superior spiritual vein, maturing once every ten years, can be used to temper flying swords, generating the third-grade level of sharpness-enhancing gang qi..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself, looking at these things he had personally planted fifteen years ago, which had already matured and been harvested in batches.
"Forget it, this gang qi is only so-so. It will become obsolete once one advances to a golden pill."
"I'll save it up for later, to cultivate my life treasure."
Life treasure.
