Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

Chapter 120 Tree House

Half a day later, Mu Ke and Song Chuan flew to a mountain range.

Song Chuan squinted and looked closely. This mountain range consisted of more than a dozen large mountains, each of which soared into the sky and reached straight into the clouds.

The emerald green mist surrounding the mountains was quite peculiar, dazzling the eyes. The emerald mist swirled gently, like a fairy's ribbon.

Bai Sandong commanded the tree bark artifact to enter the emerald mist and descend towards a large mountain in the southeast corner of the mountain range.

Song Chuan felt refreshed and invigorated as he was enveloped in the emerald mist.

He is now an expert in physiognomy and secretly guesses that the Emerald Mist Mountain Range should be a large spiritual vein where Jia wood and Yi wood are fused together.

Moreover, it is a fourth-order spiritual vein, because the Qi Kingdom's group of wooden people has a Nascent Soul old monster in charge. Otherwise, since they are not a demon race, it would be difficult for them to take root on the edge of the Cloud Broken Great Mountain Range.

Those mountain demons and the wood spirits live together in the Emerald Mist Mountains, so their strength must be comparable to that of the wood spirits.

In front of the mountain in the southeast corner, there was a magical array barrier. Bai Sandong took out a token, waved it, and the barrier opened, allowing the magical artifact to carry everyone inside.

Behind the magic array, there are eight wooden guards stationed here, two of whom are in the early Foundation Establishment stage and six of whom are in the Qi Refining stage.

The group was somewhat surprised to see Bai Sandong enter with four human cultivators.

"These are fellow Daoists from Vine Blossom Valley; we've been doing business with them. Things aren't quite peaceful around our territory. The market will open in a few days, so let's strengthen our defenses."

Bai Sandong first gave a brief explanation, then solemnly gave his instructions.

Upon hearing this, the guard's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly replied, "Yes, Brother Bai."

Bai Sandong led a few people and flew straight into the mountains. On the way, Bai Sanzhu dismounted his magical artifact with a face full of grief.

Song Chuan watched his retreating figure with a sigh.

Looking at the scenery on the mountain, it was very different from the sacred mountain of the human race.

Everywhere here are extremely tall and thick spirit trees, and among their branches are all sorts of strange treehouses, pavilions, towers, halls and pavilions—and so on.

Some treehouses stretch out in clusters, connected by corridors, resembling a giant village built in mid-air.

Some treehouses are carved directly into the spirit wood, with several levels inside, and from the outside, only the wooden windows of each level can be seen.

The amazing thing is that although the inside of these spirit trees was hollowed out, the spirit trees were still alive, and judging from the spiritual power they emitted, they did not look damaged at all.

This woodworker's skill is truly superb!

The treehouse is filled with wooden figures, many of whom are ordinary people without magical powers. They move about like monkeys, either climbing trees on all fours or swinging back and forth using vines hanging from the branches.

Some of the little wooden figures chased and played among the branches, occasionally throwing stones at each other. The way they threw the stones was neither magic nor martial arts, but it was incredibly accurate.

If they hadn't deliberately restrained their strength, an ordinary pebble could have pierced through their flesh!

Upon seeing this scene, Song Chuan's eyes lit up with surprise; he hadn't expected the Wood Clan to be like this. Zhuo Juntao also looked around, while Dai Lingjun merely glanced at them before lowering her head again.

These ordinary woodcutters looked at Bai Sandong's bark artifact and the four human figures from Song Chuan on it with a mixture of awe, fear, surprise, and anger in their eyes.

"Old man, where are you going?" A young wooden craftsman, clinging to the tree on all fours, looked up and shouted.

As he shouted, he jumped onto another tree and continued moving to the next tree, following the magical artifact at an extremely fast speed.

Bai Sandong slowed down and said with a smile, "Bai Wunong, you little rascal, this old man has things to do, don't follow me." With that, he stepped on a tree bark and suddenly headed towards a treehouse.

Song Chuan vaguely saw the young carpenter named Bai Wunong, and followed him for a while before reluctantly returning home.

A moment later, Bai Sandong stopped his magical implements in front of a treehouse nestled among the branches and led everyone straight into the house.

This is a hall, quite spacious, and furnished much like a human house, complete with tables and chairs.

"Bai Sanye, where is she?" Bai Sandong called out, but there was no response.

He called out three times, but there was still no response.

"Hey!" He shook his head, the green-haired man swayed, and pulled out a sound transmission talisman, just as he was about to activate it, when a drunken voice came from the inner room: "Brother Sandong, oh? Brother Cui from Tenghua Valley is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of green light appeared, and a wooden figure appeared before everyone, a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The man reeked of alcohol, and Bai Sandong laughed and cursed, "So you're drunk, you piece of wood!"

Song Chuan's heart stirred. In addition to trading spirit plant seeds, the sect also wanted to purchase several kinds of spirit wine specially made by Mu Ke. One of them was called "Cold Pine Green Vine Wine", which was a third-grade spirit wine!

With Song Chuan's limited knowledge, having only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he had never heard of such a third-tier spiritual wine.

Without a doubt, it must have been requested by some drunken elder, perhaps the one who sent someone to the desolate region to buy wine.

Cui Wang exchanged greetings with Bai Sanye and then introduced Song Chuan and the others.

"Heh! Seeds of three kinds of spiritual plants: Purple Furnace Flower, Immortal Hairpin Grass, and Blood Paulownia Wood; Green Bamboo Wine, Cloud Poria Wine, and third-tier Cold Pine Green Vine Wine—" Bai Sanye looked at the list Cui Wang had given him, stroked his green hair, let out a burp, and said.

Then, after a moment's thought, he said, "I can make the decisions regarding the Purple Furnace Flower, Immortal Hairpin Grass, and these first and second-tier spirit wines and wooden materials. But the Blood Paulownia Wood and the Cold Pine Green Vine Wine will have to be reported to the elders of the 'second' generation in the clan."

Song Chuan found it amusing. Bai Sandong, Bai Sanye, Bai Sanzhu—these names containing the number three all belonged to Foundation Establishment Wood Cultivators. It seemed that Core Formation Wood Cultivators would have the number two in their names.

"It's alright. We were fortunate to receive their help along the way. I'll go and tell Elder Bai Ertie," Bai Sandong said.

"Oh? What happened?" Bai Sanye seemed to sober up a bit and asked.

"The human cultivators dug out the heartwood of Bai Sanzhu's son and were about to dig out the heartwood of another child when we caught up with them and started fighting. There were six of them, including two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, who almost didn't make it back."

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Chai Xiong suddenly said.

"What? This kind of thing doesn't happen often in Qi. Do you know who did it?" Bai Sanye exclaimed in shock.

"They were all dressed in black and their faces were covered. The masks were also specially made, so their appearances could not be seen with divine sense. Moreover, they did not use any magic, but used all magical artifacts, probably to avoid revealing the origin of their cultivation methods."

However, the two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators seemed quite old, and when they fought, they only stood by and watched, as if afraid of getting injured and suffering a great loss of vital energy.

Bai Sandong recalled for a moment and said.

Upon hearing this, Song Chuan, who was not young, seemed to be deep in thought.

"This kind of thing doesn't happen often in Qi? Heh heh." Chai Xiong glanced at Song Chuan and the other three with his green eyes and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Alright, Sanye, you greet the fellow Daoists from Tenghua Valley. I'll go report to the elders, then find the child's parents and bury Muxin with them. Chai Xiong, you come with me too!"

Bai Sandong waved to Song Chuan and the others, then got up and left with Chai Xiong.