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All three parties.

Bone Clan, Stone Clan, Wood Clan.

They are all different, but they do not conflict with each other.

Song Chen's eyes flickered. He wasn't surprised by the result—but something still felt off.

He had prepared a speech in case the other party also chose the Stone Clan, in which he could then propose a solution like, "Since we are of the same race, why not cooperate?" But the other party didn't give him that opportunity at all.

It's like throwing a punch, only to hit thin air.

Fang Xu stood behind and let out a long breath.

The Mu tribe is fine. They're not from the same tribe as that guy surnamed Song.

Mo Fan just thought it was quite a coincidence.

He was wondering if any conflict might occur.

"Chosen Ones, it seems you have made your choice."

An aged voice came from behind.

Everyone turned around, and the Grand Elder, leaning on his spiral wooden cane, walked slowly with two guards. His withered "potato" figure appeared particularly short in the morning light, but when his cloudy eyes swept over the crowd, there was an undeniable air of authority.

“The Stone Clan,” Song Chen was the first to speak.

"Bone Clan!" Niu Kuang's voice followed closely behind.

"The Wood Clan," Murong Sha replied calmly on behalf of her team.

The elder's cloudy eyes darted around, and a hint of surprise appeared on his old face.

"I thought you two would have some disagreements... but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly." He stroked the few sparse white hairs on his chin and said with emotion, "It seems this is also the guidance of fate."

"Now that you have made your choices, I will send you to your respective clan chiefs."

Chapter 189 Wood Clan

He turned around to lead the way.

"Elder, please wait a moment."

Lin Sen spoke at the opportune moment, walking forward at a leisurely pace, his face still bearing that standard business smile.

"Could you elaborate on the specific impact of the tribe's choice? How do we participate in the competition? And what is the format of the competition?"

A series of questions, clearly organized and directly addressing the core issues.

The elder turned around, glanced at Lin Sen, and his eyes showed a hint of approval.

"Good question." He nodded. "Let's go, I'll tell you on the way."

The group followed the elder across the square and along a gravel path.

The elder spoke slowly as he walked.

"Your competition, to put it simply, is about one thing—to get as many points as possible before Easter arrives."

"Points are used to make Easter eggs, which are then offered to the Wishing Tree. The more Easter eggs you make, and the more exquisite they are, the greater the blessings bestowed by the tree."

“And if you choose different tribes…” The elder paused, leaning on his cane, “the way you acquire points will be somewhat different.”

Mo Fan's ears twitched slightly.

Channel differences.

This is key information.

He memorized it in his mind.

Lin Sen pressed on, "So, what exactly is the form of the blessing during the Easter Egg Festival?"

The Grand Elder simply smiled, without giving a direct answer: "You will know in due time."

It took about five minutes to walk.

The road ahead forked into three.

Each of the three roads is 100 meters long, and at each end stands a building with a distinct style.

The one on the left is made entirely of grayish-white rock, thick and stable, with intricate patterns carved on its surface, like a miniature fortress.

The one in the middle, with a white animal bone frame and filled with animal hides and feathers, has a very primitive feel.

The one on the right is almost integrated with a towering tree. Its trunk is hollow, and its doors and windows, woven from vines, are adorned with tiny flowers, exuding vitality.

"This is the residence of the three clan leaders." The eldest elder stopped and tapped the ground with his wooden staff.

"You can each go your own way from now on."

He looked at everyone, a profound meaning flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Remember—there is no right or wrong in the choice itself. But how you walk a different path after making a choice is your own skill."

After the words were spoken, the three teams looked at each other.

Song Chen turned around first, leading the team to stride toward the stone fortress on the left. His steps were steady, and his back view exuded an aura of determination.

Niu Kuang slapped Tie Dan on the back of the head and roared, "Go!" He then led the seven men in a grand procession toward the central skeletal structure.

Murong Jiao put her hands on her hips, looked at the large tree on her right that was integrated with the building, and swayed her pigtails.

"Let's go."

The four figures embarked on the road leading to the Wood Clan.

Mo Fan walked at the back, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the figures gradually receding into the distance on the two roads to his left and right.

The three parties parted ways.

From this moment on, cooperation or competition will unfold in a completely new way.

The road leading to the Wood Tribe is naturally paved with intertwined tree roots, which are soft and springy to the touch.

At the end of the road, the towering tree blends seamlessly with the building, its immense vitality even more apparent upon closer inspection. Every line on its thick trunk seems to breathe, and the vine-woven doors and windows are adorned with unidentified blue flowers, emitting a faint glow and fragrance.

This place doesn't feel like a dwelling; it feels more like a living entity.

"Wow..." Fang Xu exclaimed in surprise, as if he had never seen anything like it before.

Murong Jiao took the lead and pushed open the door woven from vines without any hesitation.

Inside the doorway was a spacious and bright space. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tree canopy, forming beams of light, while tiny specks of light floated in the air.

In the center of the room, a "potato man" who looked like a sturdy wooden stake was sitting on a low stool with his back to them, holding tools in his hand, and was intently polishing a long piece of wood.

It resembles the "Potato Man," but is also different. It has many woody structures on its body, making it look like a tree-man. It has human-like facial features, a "beard" made of moss on its chin, and three tender green leaves decorating its head.

"Squeak-"

Hearing the door open, the wooden figure didn't turn its head, but kept moving its hands, making a steady and heavy sound.

"Are you the brave souls who have come here following the guidance of fate? I have some matters to attend to right now. Please have a seat; there is tea on the table. Please help yourselves."

The group exchanged glances and tacitly sat down around a wooden table in the corner of the room. On the table were several bamboo cups filled with a clear liquid that emitted the fragrance of herbs and trees.

Murong Jiao picked up a cup but didn't drink. Her almond-shaped eyes curiously observed the Wood Clan Chief, who was still engrossed in his work. She lowered her voice and whispered to the others:

"Hey, don't you guys think this Wood Clan chief is acting weird?"

Fang Xu was curiously looking around at the room's furnishings when he heard this, and looked blankly at the words: "Huh? What's strange about it? I think it's quite amiable."

"It's not that monster!" Murong Jiao glared at him, exasperated. "I mean, look, he's clearly a piece of wood... or a tree person? But he's doing carpentry work..."

She realized her own logic was a bit convoluted at this point, but she persisted: "A wooden figure, armed with an axe and saw, goes to chop down other wood... Isn't that strange? It's like fighting each other."

Mo Fan: "......"

This guy's thought process is sometimes truly bizarre.

"Alright, sister, keep your voice down." Murong Sha tugged at her sleeve helplessly.

However, it was too late.

"hehe......"

The chieftain of the Namu tribe put down his work and slowly turned around. He held a freshly polished wooden arrow shaft in his hand and walked over with steady steps.

"Little girl, your idea is very interesting."

His gaze fell on Murong Jiao, and in her large eyes, there was no anger at being offended, but rather a gentle smile.

Murong Jiao's face flushed red instantly. Being caught talking badly about someone behind their back is not a pleasant feeling.

The chieftain of the Wood Clan placed the arrow shaft on the table, making a soft "tap" sound.

"We, the Wood Clan, are naturally close to trees, so we are born with the ability to better utilize their power. This is completely different from the practice of draining the pond to catch all the fish."

He stretched out his rough fingers and pointed to the lush trees outside the window.

“Look at those trees. We only cut off some of the weak, diseased branches that are not good for their overall growth. It’s like what you magicians call ‘horticultural pruning’ – removing the excess parts so that the main body can grow healthier and stronger.”

Chapter 190 Flying Axe

"Trees are nature's messengers, possessing a powerful regenerative ability. As long as we don't damage their roots or deplete their resources, what they give us will always be more than what we take away. We take away dead branches to lighten their burden; they give us nutrients in return, allowing us to have shelter. This is a symbiosis, not destruction."

These words left Mu Guanjiao completely stunned.

She then realized how shallow her earlier theory of "our own people fighting each other" had been.

Her face turned even redder, like a student who had done something wrong. She quickly straightened her posture and nodded vigorously: "You...you are absolutely right!"

"Hehe." The Wood Clan Chief was amused by her appearance.

Seeing this, Murong Sha spoke up at the right moment to change the subject: "I still don't know how to address you, clan leader?"

“Call me 'Flying Axe',” the Wood Clan Chief said cheerfully.

"Flying Axe?" Fang Xu repeated it subconsciously. The name didn't seem to fit the gentle style of the Wood Clan.

"That's right, the Flying Axe!" The Flying Axe chieftain puffed out his chest, his large eyes seemingly gleaming with longing. "Since I was a child, I've had a dream: to chop fish in the river with an axe and eat them! Unfortunately..."

He changed the subject, his tone filled with regret: "It's never been able to be realized."