Divine Beast Creator
Chapter 390 Hidden Wealth_1

Chapter 390: Chapter 390 Hidden Wealth_1

"Why wouldn’t it be?"

Feng Yuan glanced at the surprised Qi Chen and said, Dou Yanlan asked with some doubt,

"Is this the power of those Divine Beasts? After all, even Shangjing doesn’t have the ability to do this."

Although there were many Spirit Beasts in modern times, they usually required a Beastmaster’s command to assist humans with tasks. Moreover, late at night, barring certain special professions, most people wouldn’t be on the streets, including sanitation workers who cleaned the streets, let alone a place like Fire Stronghold, which acted entirely on its own without human direction.

"Otherwise? To tell you the truth, it’s only because they don’t seek out those hidden treasures, otherwise I reckon Fire Stronghold would have far exceeded Cha Mu Town by now, considering those Divine Beasts are so bored that they’re sending janitors to Fire Stronghold—Heaven knows how much stuff they’ve sent over during all this time."

Upon hearing Feng Yuan’s words, Xiao Yu’s eyes lit up as she grabbed his hand and said,

"Then we should hurry up and see what else there is—"

Seeing Xiao Yu’s anxious demeanor, Feng Yuan smiled and said,

"Being too hasty won’t help us find those hidden treasures, not to mention that even if we unearth them, it will take time to improve things gradually. It’s not possible to surpass Cha Mu Town overnight."

Xiao Yu pulled out a magnifying glass and gestured in front of her eyes, saying,

"Those hidden treasures won’t escape the sharp eyes of the great detective Xiao Yu—come on, tell me where we should start looking."

After glancing at Xiao Yu, Feng Yuan smiled and started to slowly move along the wooden structure where everyone was resting, stepping on the moss-covered stone path, he continuously surveyed the surroundings.

Seeing Feng Yuan as if he remembered something, he pulled out an oiled paper umbrella out of nowhere and raised it, Qi Chen inexplicably got a bad feeling. Dou Yanlan rolled her eyes at Feng Yuan and decisively hugged Cotton and took refuge under the eaves of a nearby house. As expected, a light rain began to fall from the sky the next moment.

"What are you up to now?"

Qi Chen said to Feng Yuan speechlessly—and thankfully, the eaves on either side of the streets in Fire Stronghold were quite wide, so even with the light rain, people could still walk under the eaves without getting wet.

"Don’t you think this has quite an atmosphere—"

Feng Yuan said proudly as he shook his hand. Xiao Ji, forced under the eaves by the rain, stared discontentedly at Feng Yuan and yowled. Big Cat appeared to follow Feng Yuan idly, completely exposed to the rain, but on closer observation, it was clear that Big Cat was enveloped by an invisible barrier. Raindrops hit the barrier and quickly slid down to the ground, leaving Big Cat completely dry.

Xiao Ji, looking enviously at Big Cat, scoffed at the Dreaming Dragon Baby fluttering about in the rain and then plaintively cried out to Feng Yuan. Glancing at Xiao Ji, Feng Yuan smiled and said,

"Do you see any place here where you could take shelter from the rain?"

In Feng Yuan’s arms was already Pomiti; he simply had no way to hold Xiao Ji as well. As for sitting on top of his head? The shrunken Feng Yuan barely had room for Xiao Ji and being right beside him? The oiled paper umbrella was not large enough, and the bottom hem of Feng Yuan’s pants was already wet from the rain—Xiao Ji certainly didn’t want to get closer to that.

"This rain..."

While He Nanqing was talking to the villagers about something, she looked at the sudden rainfall with some confusion and turned towards little Yognot. Seeing his helpless gaze towards her, He Nanqing realized what had happened after a moment and told the villagers reluctantly,

"This rain was conjured by that esteemed guest, there’s no problem."

"But why on earth would there be rain in the dead of winter?"

A middle-aged woman asked curiously, and He Nanqing thought for a moment and replied,

"I’m not sure. Perhaps he has some special purpose."

"Oh, why do you care why he makes it rain? The man has already helped us find two sources of wealth, and you still won’t let him do something?"

"I’m not saying that! Is it wrong to be curious?"

Seeing the middle-aged woman and man looked as though they were about to start arguing, He Nanqing and others quickly stepped forward to mediate.

"What’s going on here!"

Qi Chen was surprised to find that as the rain continued, a variety of mushrooms began to grow near the stone path. Xiao Yu reached out from under the eaves, plucked a mushroom casually, and handed it to Qi Chen, saying,

"This kind of mushroom is the tastiest—you don’t even need meat to enjoy it. Unfortunately, they only appear when it’s drizzling and are rare. If we want to eat them, we’d better gather as much as we can before the rain stops."

"Isn’t this black pork mushroom? This is a very rare ingredient, I can’t believe you actually have it here."

Upon hearing Dou Yanlan’s words, Xiao Yu’s eyes turned into symbols of coins as she excitedly said,

"Is it very valuable?"

"If I remember correctly, it’s extremely valuable."

When Dou Yanlan then announced the price, Xiao Yu clutched the mushroom in her hand tightly, excitedly; after a moment, worried she might crush it, she kept changing the way she held it.

Feng Yuan glanced at the flustered Xiao Yu and calmly said,

"It’s not just black pork mushrooms, haven’t you always found those mushrooms growing along the stone path a bit odd?"

Seeing Xiao Yu lift her head in confusion, Feng Yuan pointed at the mushrooms growing along the path and said,

"Whenever there’s a light rain, mushrooms are sure to sprout, no matter the season."

"Isn’t that normal?"

"It’s very abnormal."

Dou Yanlan looked at the puzzled Xiao Yu and said, turning to Feng Yuan,

"Could it be the handiwork of Divine Beasts again?"

"Exactly, otherwise why do you think black pork mushrooms, which are so hard to cultivate, keep growing here?"

"Are black pork mushrooms difficult to cultivate?"

Qi Chen looked at Dou Yanlan with some confusion. Although he also read extra materials in his free time, this kind of miscellaneous knowledge couldn’t compare to what Feng Yuan and Dou Yanlan knew. He only knew that black pork mushrooms were very expensive; the rest was unclear to him.

Dou Yanlan nodded and said,

"According to the publicly available information, the cultivation methods for black pork mushrooms are the top secret of each plantation. Just know that there are fewer than ten plantations nationwide that can cultivate black pork mushrooms on a small scale, and you’ll understand the difficulty."

"Ah! Then haven’t I..."

Remembering how she and her friends would pick black pork mushrooms to try cooking them in different ways, Xiao Yu suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Feng Yuan, squatting down to inspect the place where the mushrooms grew, said,

"Even with the influence of Divine Beast power, it still takes at least seven days for the mushrooms to grow with the rainfall."

"Ah! I need to hurry and notify Sister Xiao Qing!"

Recalling that most of those mushrooms would naturally disappear shortly after the rain stopped, Xiao Yu said somewhat anxiously. Feng Yuan glanced at Xiao Yu and said,

"Lead the way, let’s go find her."

Watching Xiao Yu hop and skip ahead, not minding her clothes getting wet from the rain, Qi Chen said with some emotion,

"I didn’t expect her to be so happy."

Glancing at Qi Chen, Dou Yanlan said with a hint of amusement,

"If you had experienced the life of the poor, you would understand why she is so happy."

Qi Chen looked at Dou Yanlan somewhat sheepishly and scratched his head, having forgotten that Dou Yanlan’s family was not well-off either; certainly not compared to his. Understanding what Qi Chen meant, Dou Yanlan said with a chuckle,

"I’m used to it by now, and besides, with Cotton around, the future is at least promising, right?"

Thanks to Feng Yuan’s occasional extra attention to Cotton, although through Qi Chen’s hands, Cotton had gained tremendous potential. Although not as much as Ah Mu and Xiao Ji, Cotton was already among the top ten in Feng Yuan’s school. As long as Cotton entered the Beast Taming Academy and became a Beastmaster, there would be no worries about money in the future. After all, even the weakest Beastmaster could earn a good sum, let alone the powerful ones.

Qi Chen scratched his head and gave a silly grin without saying a word. Along the way, Xiao Yu, recalling something, kept pestering Feng Yuan with questions about techniques for picking black pork mushrooms and how to preserve them. She also inquired how to maximize their value. Fortunately, Xiao Yu was quite intelligent herself; she understood immediately whenever Feng Yuan explained. Nevertheless, Feng Yuan seemed a bit impatient. Had it not been for Qi Chen and Dou Yanlan patiently persuading him from behind, Feng Yuan might have lost his temper much sooner.