The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

"Why?! Why can't the power of Jianmu defeat you?!" Dan Shu's hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was sharp and distorted due to extreme pain and confusion.

"Without the blessings of the Jianmu tree, where is the future of the Immortal Ship?! Mortals will still have to experience separation and death! They will still have to fall and sink into depravity under the torment of the demonic body!"

"Why?! Why does no one understand my ideal?! All I ask for is to grant everyone an eternal and indestructible immortal body!"

"Let suffering end forever! Why do you hinder my enlightenment?! Isn't eternal life good enough?" Her roar was filled with grief and indignation, and a near-obsessive despair.

“Absurd!” Fu Xuan’s voice was as cold as ice, piercing through the chaotic energy turbulence.

The leader of the Taipusi floated in mid-air, her divine eyes fully open, golden runes flowing around her, forcefully suppressing the restless roots of the Jianmu tree.

"You manipulate the evil power of the Jianmu tree, collude with the abundant evil creatures, and even attract the destructive star core! Dan Shu, your ideals are nothing but the madness of inviting wolves into the house and bringing about your own destruction!"

"This retro pretend game ends here! Surrender and come with me to the Dark Prison! If you remain obstinate—" Fu Xuan's hand seals changed, and a powerful spiritual pressure pressed down like a mountain, "Kill me on the spot!"

However, Dan Shu seemed completely deaf to Fu Xuan's rebukes. The uncontrolled backlash from the Jianmu power and the complete collapse of the plan had shattered her last shred of sanity.

She mechanically and repeatedly muttered, her eyes vacant as she stared at "Tingyun," who stood quietly at the edge of the battlefield: "It's all fake... It's all fake... She clearly promised... She clearly told us... But why are the results so different... From the very beginning... Was she using us...?"

Suddenly, as if grasping at a last straw, she whirled around "Tingyun" and screamed with all her might, her voice piercingly sharp: "Huanlong! The Medicine King's Secret Technique has accomplished everything you asked for!"

"The Star Core has been activated! The Jianmu Tree has been revived! Chaos has broken out on the Immortal Ship! As the Great Lord of Annihilation, it is time for you to fulfill your promise!"

The entire battlefield fell silent. All eyes instantly focused on "Tingyun," who had always presented herself as a gentle fox-woman.

The humble and submissive demeanor on Tingyun's face crumbled like a mask. A strange, almost inhuman smile slowly curved her lips, and an eerie light flickered in her eyes.

She shook her head helplessly, her movements carrying a chilling elegance and mockery: "Sigh...what a spoilsport, you little pawn."

Her voice was no longer Tingyun's gentle tone, but had become a magnetic yet incredibly dangerous tone that blended male and female voices. "Why did you have to force me to show up prematurely? This hasty ending completely violates my carefully designed aesthetics of destruction."

Ignoring the sudden tension of hostility around her and the countless weapons pointed at her, she strolled forward a few steps as if no one else was there, and walked up to the remaining members of the Medicine King's Secret Sect.

The believers were suddenly jolted awake, staring in terror at the figure they had always regarded as an ally, their bodies paralyzed by the terrifying pressure.

“However…” Huanlong raised his hand, his fingertips swirling with a chilling, destructive, and annihilating purplish-black energy. The aura of destruction spread like a tangible tide, making the air itself seem unbearably heavy.

"Now that you have received such abundant blessings, you must be prepared to bear the blessing of destruction, right?"

Her smile grew brighter and more terrifying. "A pawn should be prepared to be a pawn. Too many ideas can lead to destruction... But never mind. Since the situation has already deteriorated to this extent, it's really pointless to hide any longer."

"So I think it would be better to end this sooner?"

Destructive energy gathered and compressed in her palm, forming an energy sphere that radiated an ominous light and was filled with an aura of annihilation.

She looked at the group of Medicine King's secret followers who were trembling with fear but rooted to the spot by her oppressive aura, as if they were lambs to the slaughter.

"Don't be afraid, soon... you will become purer, more loyal creations of destruction—the Void Soldiers." Huanlong's voice was seductive and cruel as he was about to throw the ball of destructive energy in his hand!

At this critical moment!

"call out--!"

A streak of emerald green light tore through the sky, carrying an abundant life force and an incomparably sharp killing intent, and shot towards Huanlong's wrist with perfect accuracy!

The speed and power were so great that the smile on Huanlong's face cracked for the first time!

She had to interrupt her spellcasting, her figure sliding several meters to the side and back in an instant, like a ghost.

"Boom!"

The spear, made entirely of grass and wood, slammed into the ground where she had just stood! The hard stone slab was pierced and torn apart as if it were tofu, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out instantly.

The spear was deeply embedded in the ground, leaving only the spearhead trembling and humming. The spear shaft exuded a rich and sacred power of abundance, which clashed fiercely with the illusory aura of destruction, producing a crackling sound!

Huanlong steadied himself, his eerie pupils contracting sharply as he looked in the direction from which the spear had come. There in mid-air stood Russell, who had just returned from the depths of the Dark Prison!

Lin stood silently behind him, slightly lower, like the most loyal guard.

Russell's gaze calmly fell on Huanlong, his eyes seemingly able to pierce through the disguise of "Tingyun" and see directly into its destructive essence.

He slowly raised his right hand, and another emerald green spear made of grass and wood quickly condensed in his palm, its tip pointing directly at Huanlong.

Russell’s tone was calm but contained an undeniable authority: “Ms. Huanlong, although these parasites deserve to die sooner or later, it doesn’t seem to be your place to destroy your destiny to clean house.”

The spear in his hand tilted slightly forward, and abundant life energy and the aura of annihilation collided violently in the air, forming an invisible vortex. "Am I right?"

Russell's voice suddenly turned cold, like a polar wind: "So, Ms. Illusion, please become the first Annihilation Envoy to fall beneath my spear! I will help you put the true meaning of destruction into practice. What do you say?"

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The Golden Branches: Chapter 176 Mr. Russell's Children

"Oh dear, it's Lord Huaixiu! I am truly apologies." Tingyun's gaze fell on Russell, who stood in mid-air holding a gun, her voice carrying a deliberate languor. "However, now is not the time for me to make my appearance. You are too impatient."

"How can we sit idly by when our allies are in trouble?" Russell's voice was calm and unwavering, showing no interest in small talk.

With a flick of his wrist, he recalled the ancient, simple spear that seemed to contain boundless power.

The spear tip hummed, instantly transforming into a blazing white arrow that tore through the air, carrying an overwhelming force that pierced straight towards Tingyun's vital heart.

Huanlong manipulated Tingyun's body to dodge rapidly, his movements were strangely fluid and inhuman, but Russell's spear followed closely, precise and ruthless.

Finally, with a soft hiss, the tip of the spear mercilessly pierced her heart, the power of abundance colliding with the will to destroy, creating dazzling sparks of energy.

"Tsk," Huanlong used the momentum to leap backward, his face showing no fear of death, but rather a regretful expression that was almost admiration.

"This mortal body, which was created at will, is ultimately of little use. It's passable for welcoming guests, but it's far too inferior to contend with someone like Lord Huaixiu."

Her words carried a chilling ease: "However, soon... soon that will change completely. Let's take a break for today's show."

"I'll go and tidy myself up first, and another day I'll meet you properly in my best form." Before she finished speaking, a ball of eerie green core energy, like a ghostly flame, suddenly rose from Tingyun's body, which was already covered in cracks.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it abandoned its puppet and shot towards the distant horizon.

Russell's eyes narrowed; how could he let her escape so easily?

He lightly tapped his slender fingers in the void, and what gathered at his fingertips was not destructive power, but an extremely rich and vibrant power of abundance.

He compressed and condensed this power, transforming it into several emerald green life-giving light arrows. They arrived first despite being behind, and with a sharp whistle that pierced through the void, they shot fiercely towards the core of the illusory soul fire that had escaped!

"Ugh—!" A sharp, inhuman scream, filled with pain and rage, came from afar as the illusory soul was struck.

The hissing sound quickly faded into the distance. Clearly, in her current state as a soul, Suiyang was no match for the powerful Envoy of Abundance.

Although the two key pieces she had placed were removed much faster than expected, significantly diminishing the chaos she had meticulously planned...

The illusory soul fire raced through the void, and cold thoughts surged: "Judging by the time, the detachment of the Destruction Legion that I led should be arriving at the outer perimeter of the Luofu Immortal Ship soon. They can at least cause me some more trouble in Luofu and hold back some of the Immortal Ship's forces... and that time is enough for me to infiltrate the Scale Abyss Realm."

Thinking of this, she felt a little more at ease.

"Those dragon masters who call themselves immortal dragon descendants are probably already on their way to meet us, Jing Yuan. Could you have predicted all of this?"

A twisted regret flashed through Huanlong's mind: "If it weren't for this Huaixiu Envoy who suddenly appeared and stirred things up... this chaotic Luofu should have been under my control, like a ripe fruit slowly rotting and collapsing from the inside. That would have been my most beloved masterpiece!"

However, Huanlong could accept the outcome of being able to take this opportunity to create a truly immortal and perfect body for himself on the foundation of the abundant Jianmu tree.

But... she preferred the composure of being in control, making her moves with ease, rather than the current predicament of being forced to flee in a disheveled state and respond hastily.

But the result was good, and that's enough.

Russell withdrew his gaze, his deep eyes sweeping over the remains of Ting Yun, which had completely dissipated into specks of light, before turning to the silent remnants of the Medicine King's Secret Teachings standing to the side, and finally settling on Fu Xuan, the head of the Grand Diviner.

Out of courtesy, he asked briefly, "Miss Fu Xuan, what should be done with these remnants of the Medicine King's secret teachings?"

Fu Xuan's small face was serious, and the light of divination quietly flowed between her eyebrows.

She nodded slightly and said in a resolute tone, "They have committed heinous crimes, too numerous to count. According to the laws of the Immortal Ship, even if they are sent to the Ten Kings' Court, they will not escape the death penalty."

"It is best to leave the decision of how to handle this to His Excellency." The divination result clearly pointed to the fact that this envoy would help Luofu, so why should I interfere?

Russell's gaze, almost tangible, slowly swept over the ashen-faced members of the Medicine King's Secret Disciples, finally settling on Dan Shu, the leader who had lost both eyes.

His voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable air of judgment: "In the name of the Envoy of Abundance, I sentence you all to death. Any objections?"

A deathly silence hung in the air. The members of the Medicine King's Secret Sect were still reeling from the devastating blow—the Destruction Lord, whom they considered an "ally," had betrayed and abandoned them so easily, like discarded shoes.

Dan Shu slowly raised his head, his empty eye sockets seemingly looking in Russell's direction, his voice hoarse and weary: "...No objection. What we did deserves to die."

She paused and added, "Those... alchemists from the Dan Ding Division who are unwilling to cooperate with us are imprisoned deep within the Dan Chamber. If you search carefully, you will surely find them."

Russell opened his palm, and on his palm, a warm, emerald-green orb of light, seemingly containing endless tides of life, slowly condensed and took shape.

He calmly declared: "Considering that you were fooled and deceived by illusion, resulting in this end, and that you have repented, and that we are all on a path of abundant destiny, this is my final mercy to you—a painless end."

The ball of light left his hand and floated lightly toward Dan Shu and the others. They did not resist, nor did they even dodge.

Faced with an existence that even Huanlong couldn't contend with, escape was merely a futile struggle. The moment the sphere of light touched Dan Shu, it suddenly expanded, gently enveloping all the remnants of the Medicine King's secret lineage.

In the emerald light, their bodies melted like the first snowflakes in the warm sun, gradually decomposing and turning into the finest dust of light.

The entire process was silent and painless. When the last speck of dust merged with the light, the abundant sphere of light vanished silently, as if it had never existed.

Just as Russell executed the Medicine King's secret disciple, March 7's gaze was firmly drawn to the antlered boy standing quietly not far away.

His clear, bluish-green eyes and the small, delicate antlers on his head exuded a pure innocence untouched by the world.

"Wow!" Unable to contain her curiosity and delight, March 7th skipped over to the boy, her eyes sparkling. "What adorable antlers! My name is March 7th, what's yours? Can you tell me your name?" She enthusiastically extended her hand.

The boy seemed a little shy, but very friendly. He bowed slightly and gently grasped March 7's fingertips: "Hello, Miss March. My name is Lin, the Lin of Gan Lin (meaning 'sweet rain'). It's a pleasure to meet you." His voice was clear and gentle.

"Lin? A one-character name, that sounds rather unique!" March 7th patted his shoulder familiarly. "How about I call you 'Ah Lin' from now on?"

"By the way, who gave you such a unique name?" She completely relaxed, the previous tension seemingly dispelled by Russell's powerful presence.

With this envoy here, even the Great Lord of Annihilation has been driven away, so what is there to worry about? Perhaps the real Miss Tingyun has already been secretly rescued by Mr. Russell.

When his name was mentioned, a warm smile appeared on Lin's face, and his turquoise eyes were full of sincere pride: "My father named me. He said he hoped I would be like sweet rain, nourishing all things. I like this name very much."

"Wow!" March 7 exclaimed, nodding vigorously. "It sounds like your father has high expectations for you! You'd better work hard and strive to become the kind of remarkable person your father hopes for!"

"Yes, I will!" Lin nodded seriously, her tone carrying a sense of self-assurance.

"After all, Father is already a renowned Envoy of Abundance throughout the Stars. As his child, we must naturally put in more effort to catch up with him."

“The Envoy of Abundance?” March 7 blinked, trying to recall. “The Envoy of Abundance who is famous throughout the universe... seems to be only Mr. Russell, right? Could it be…” An incredible thought formed in her mind.

Lin's smile widened. He straightened his back, looked past March 7th, and gazed at Russell, who had just finished his trial, clearly declaring, "Yes, Miss March. I never said that Mr. Russell wasn't my father. The Envoy of Abundance, 'The Decaying' Russell, is indeed my father."

"Huh???" March 7th froze instantly, his eyes wide open, pointing at Lin and then abruptly turning to look at Russell.

"You...you must be joking with me, right?! Mr. Russell...he has a child? And a really big one?!"

"Huh???" Xing, who had been silently watching the show, perfectly replicated March 7's shocked expression and let out the same exclamation almost simultaneously.

"Ah Xing! You broken record!" March 7th snapped out of her petrified state and jumped up, both embarrassed and annoyed, blushing as she slapped Xing's arm.

"Don't you dare imitate my way of speaking! ...Wait! Is this the point?! This is the point!!" She pointed at Lin, who looked innocent and pure, and raised her voice several octaves.

"The key question is, how did Mr. Russell suddenly come to have such a big child?"

The sheer volume of information threw the two train crew members into a chaotic storm of thought. Xing decisively abandoned all thought, while March 7, using his limited intelligence, struggled to process it.

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Chapter 1 of Today

Golden Branches Through the Ages: Chapter 177 Another Storm Rises

"March, what did you and Ah Lin talk about? You look so interesting, like you've discovered some cosmic wonder."

After Russell finished dealing with the mess left by the Medicine King's secret teachings, he happened to see March 7th and Lin standing together. The expression on March 7th's face, a mixture of shock and gossip, was truly eye-catching.

He walked over, his tone carrying a knowing smile.

March 7th suddenly snapped back to reality, as if a secret had been revealed. She pointed at Lin, then looked at Russell, her voice rising several decibels: "Mr. Russell! Lin... is Lin really your child?"

"My God! If this is true, it's absolutely phenomenal news!"

Russell reached out and gently rubbed Lin's small antlers on his head, a gesture that was both affectionate and tender.

“Of course,” he answered without hesitation, with a calm and matter-of-fact tone, “he is my child. There is no doubt about that.”

"But...but..." March 7 looked at Russell's young and handsome face, then at the gentle and refined young man Lin beside him, feeling a little confused. "This...this seems different from the parent-child relationship we understand? Right...right..."

Russell understood her confusion and explained briefly: "Lin's birth is not due to the continuation of traditional bloodlines, but rather the result of the combined effect of abundant power and the miracle of life."

"In a sense, he is a concrete response to my prayers." He put it more simply, "You can understand him as a child I nurtured with my power, a life that carries part of my will and blessings."

"Oh—!" March 7th exclaimed in sudden realization, slapping her forehead hard. "So that's what happened! You scared me to death! I almost thought you, Mr. Russell, already had a partner!"

"What a scare!" she patted her chest, looking like she was still shaken.