Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 1161 - 543: Oranges, the Awakened Old Ascender, and the Sound of Cicadas_2

Due to the approaching tides, the frequency of strange occurrences has increased, especially in these remote areas.A plan has already been made to send some cultivators with relatively low cultivation to the areas that have already been explored to carry out some maintenance tasks.

Later areas will be handed over to the Old Ascenders for exploration.

This time, Chu Yang and his partner are actually on their last tree planting mission. After this, they are likely to be sent to relatively safe places to carry out other tasks.

After listening, Chu Yang and his partner, despite being tempted by the opportunities that might arise during the tree planting, still thought their lives were more important.

At this time, they received two bottles of Spirit Water, which was a great advantage.

The two of them nodded in agreement, chatted a bit more, and then Chu Yang boldly asked some questions about cultivation. After receiving answers, he gratefully thanked one by one.

As dusk approached, they bid farewell to Zhang Ze, and each retrieved their Wind Traveling Ship from the mud pit, flying towards the nearest Sword Sect garrison.

Just after the two of them left, a giant ship suddenly appeared in the sky.

Lily stood at the bow, waving to Zhang Ze.

"Boss, I’ve brought the equipment and people. This time, Tree Grandfather is leading!"

The Tree Grandfather Lily mentioned is one of the over 300 Old Ascenders Zhang Ze saved in the Holy Land of Medicine King Valley, the one with grass growing on his head.

The research and planning of Spirit Springs are just right for him to handle.

After Lily brought in the people, the safety of the Well Spirit Springs was assured, no longer requiring Zhang Ze’s oversight.

And restless as he was, he got a few Little Holy Tree seedlings from Lily, planning to stick to the plan and move to the next location to continue planting trees.

However, upon reaching the place, standing on the mountain top, Zhang Ze couldn’t shake the feeling that he had forgotten something.

"Oh well, it shouldn’t be anything important; planting trees is the priority."

He shook off the distractions, digging while remaining vigilant of potential dangers.

———— The dividing line where Li fell in the battle with the Little Holy Tree seedling ————

Another midsummer, with the constant sound of cicadas like orange flavor.

The small village where the water well was discovered has transformed, a well reaching for the heavens stood tall, surrounded by three towers extending deep into the land.

Lush greens replaced desolation, Thousand Mechanism Town style houses with golden tiles and red walls replaced the dilapidated courtyard walls.

At the entrance of the village, renamed Water Source Village, a peculiar tree thrived.

The strange tree’s roots protruded from the ground like earth pythons roiling.

The tree trunk had only half its bark, as if sliced diagonally by someone, with a golden section exposed beneath the bark.

Continuing upward, on the golden illusory Golden Tree Crown, grew little sour-sweet oranges.

Currently, these grafted Little Holy Trees have spread across the Four Continents.

No matter where you live, as long as you open your eyes and go outside, you can always see one, and nearby, earth element cultivators are clanging and banging, burying Amplification Towers underground.

Beneath the Little Holy Tree in Water Source Village, Qin Lang slowly opened his eyes.

Long sleep left him somewhat dazed, memories fragmented, lacking focus.

He only remembered being engulfed by black mist, before a phantom golden Holy Tree guided him back to the human world.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for flower fragrances to summon back his senses.

Once his attention refocused, he saw his loyal disciples gathering around him, staring intently.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Lang asked.

Hanging upside down from the tree, with an orange in each hand, Xiaoxue shouted cheerfully upon seeing the master awake and able to speak.

Then somersaulting down the tree, she went off to spread the news.

Though the other disciples weren’t as exuberant as Xiaoxue, they were equally delighted, rushing forward to greet him.

Somewhat reliable ones began explaining the current situation to Qin Lang.

Listening to the present circumstances, Qin Lang sighed.

He rose from his meditation mat, his gaze escaping past the disciples’ shoulders, towards the world beyond the village entrance, focused, deep.

Qin Lang fell into contemplation.

Upon seeing this, the disciples immediately moved aside, fearing to disturb their master’s interest.

A cultivator carrying a medicine chest, resembling a medicine lad, whispered to his fellow disciple.

"What is the master looking at?"

A fellow disciple, muscled and knotty, head pointed, possessing the power of Nine Dragons, thought for a moment before replying.

"How would I know? But he’s definitely thinking about worldly matters... oops, he’s definitely concerned with great worldly affairs. Just watch and learn well, brother."

The medicine lad nodded, ceasing to chat with his fellow disciple.

Turning properly, he stood behind the master, using an equally deep gaze to observe the land beyond the mountains.

Trying to reach even one percent of the master’s realm, comprehending the Tongtian Path.

Though he may spend a lifetime trying to comprehend, never achieving it.

Because Qin Lang was never profound, never engaged in worldly concerns, he was merely pondering one thing.

Seeing the Little Holy Trees everywhere, as abundant as stray dogs, he was perplexed.

"Isn’t it, waking up after a nap, how did this stuff become so common?"

"What will I steal later?"

...

But no matter how Qin Lang thought, the world does not halt for his personal thoughts.

As he considered life’s grand affairs and future planning, the second phase of the project was proceeding busily.

The Little Holy Trees have been planted, now cultivators guide their roots to interconnect, and set Amplification Towers in suitable nearby positions.

Just like during the planting of Little Holy Trees, encountering strange occurrences, this phase isn’t much better.

Although everything has been dug once, each shovel strike still brings up something new.