Chapter 1799: Chapter 594: Thunderbolt on a Clear Day (Part 7)
“How many Shepherd-tree People are there on the Primordial Forest Continent now?” The old Ent Cruyff asked tremulously, his expression like an underground party mber seeing the spire of Pagoda Mountain in Yan’an, spreading happiness.
“When I left, there were very few Ents, a two-thousand-year tree age was an insurmountable hurdle.” Seeing the genuine concern in the old Ent’s eyes, Ventéclair’s gaze was sowhat moved: “After being released, I went back to take a look. There are now one hundred and twenty-three. Elder, our underground Ents, like you, are very large and cannot pass through the underground complex tunnel to other continents underground. Only my body size is suitable.”
“You…” The old Ent stamred and gestured incoherently: “…how did you learn Beamon martial arts? And even know how to Berserk?”
“I am the incarnation of the Zi Tree.” Ventéclair sighed: “I was born with a domain, but it’s hard to progress in Plant System Magic, so I traveled to the surface back then, learning martial arts to protect myself. As for Berserk, that’s actually not exclusive to Beamon; it’s just that other races don’t have the ans or courage to learn it! The Piegel warrior ‘Hai’ I ntioned to you was my initial ntor.”
“Born with a domain?” The old Ent suddenly realized: “Zi, the title of the Wood King, it seems this honorific is truly deserved!”
Liu Zhenhuan said nothing; he believed Ventéclair wasn’t speaking falsely, because he himself wasn’t a Beamon, yet he could go Berserk and sing war songs too.
“Genius is persistence plus diligence, Ventéclair spent countless years studying Beamon martial arts to achieve his current accomplishnts.” Elise sighed: “Who would’ve thought, really, who would’ve thought, our Shi Lang was the renowned ‘Thundering Hand’.”
“A plant person’s mimicry and disguise are not sothing extraordinary; our bones and skin aren’t as rigid as those of intelligent beings evolved from you animals.” Elder Cruyff said proudly.
“What kind of master skill is the Immortal Body?” Helen was still a bit puzzled: “I heard from old Andulan that in those days, ‘Thundering Hand’ couldn’t be killed no matter how he was attacked!”
“My innate domain is ‘Evergreen Domain,’ which allows trees within a fifty-mile radius to absorb elental damage for , so in forest areas, I’m almost immortal.” The Tenth Prince’s words were intriguing: “If it were in Dragon City, it wouldn’t be possible, because it’s all stone there, no trees! Of course, I’m not immune to physical attacks, just a bit more resilient. After all, I’m also one of the Shepherd-tree People.”
“Oh my, it’s ‘substitute damage’!” Liu Zhenhuan finally understood why this son just boasted ‘You can’t kill ,’ with several hundred acres of bamboo forest near Florence, where each Buddha’s belly bamboo is about half a ter thick, with incredible resilience. What kind of domineering magic would it take to instantly destroy such vast bamboo forest stretching fifty miles? Even deploying a thousand panda warriors to bite on it would probably leave them with broken teeth.
“So formidable!” Every one of them gasped as if having a toothache.
“Zi Tree is only known as the Wood King, not the actual Wood King, but I exert a certain superior pressure over trees, and it was thanks to my help you were able to subdue the Magic Orange Tree as a plant pet.” The Tenth Prince smiled modestly.
“Listen to yourself, is this your way of wanting to thank you?” Liu Zhenhuan curled his lip.
“Earlier, I was determined to see if the Pigiel race produced a warrior as strong as ‘Hai’ and wanted to see what my clan was like, and they didn’t disappoint ! I also wanted to see how you dealt with the Dragon Clan, why you were so disrespectful to the Dragon Clan, yet they fawn over you! Perhaps because of Mother, or maybe it’s been too long, I find I don’t hate the Dragon Clan as much as I used to.” Ventéclair shrugged at old Liu: “I just said, it doesn’t really matter if I stay in Florence or not, you don’t have to worry too much about , I hold no grudges against Florence.”
“Ruona, see, this is your good son.” Liu Zhenhuan sneered at the stunned Nana, tilting his chin.
“Don’t insult my mother! You’re not ; you can’t feel how strong her love is for ! Do you know not long ago it was my birthday? I’ve grown this much, and no one has ever celebrated my birthday, said happy birthday to , or given gifts! It was my mother Ruona who made this dream co true!” Ventéclair was a bit frantic.
“Is that so?” Old Liu vaguely rembered Ventéclair ntioning which day was his birthday, but old Liu didn’t rember such trifling matters.
“And in four months and seven days, it’s Jiu Lang’s birthday.” Elise reminded old Liu, as won seem to have a natural mory for such things.
“Well, since everything’s been laid out clearly, this is easier to handle.” Liu Zhenhuan made a gesture as if to see them off.
“Don’t go, Shi Lang!” Ruona struggled in Fat Luo’s strong arms, sobbing with tears: “I don’t care who you are, I only know you are my son. Please, your father, don’t let him drive you away, you’re not our enemy, how could you bear to leave ?”
“Nana, later, I’ll settle this with you properly; this is the first ti you haven’t listened to , and I hope it’s the last.” Liu Zhenhuan’s voice was filled with cruelty: “I won’t allow you to disregard my feelings for any man, if it was a son, I could forgive you, but unfortunately, it’s not.”
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