"So it’s you who has co to receive us?"
A walking pine tree looked down upon Su Yu.
Its entire body was draped with a dazzling array of spiritual objects, previously giving it an ancient and dignified feel, but now it seed rather bizarre, neither old nor new.
Su Yu’s expression remained unchanged.
However, the smile in her eyes abruptly turned cold.
She spoke: "If you’re not satisfied with receiving you, I can ask Senior Springlight to co, but you all..."
She raised an eyebrow and glanced at the trees.
The sarcasm in her eyes was almost overflowing.
The aning was obvious — are you worthy?
The na Springlight was well-regarded within the Four Seasons Sect, often teaching disciples and socializing without caring about differences in status.
But outside, well...
The Four Seasons Taoists of the Four Seasons Sect had earned their reputation.
Even if trees are buried in the ground, they will die.
Moreover, after death, they can turn into useful spiritual materials like ebony, so burying them is exceptionally convenient.
"..."
The pine tree remained silent.
For so reason, looking at Su Yu made him feel an icy chill rising from roots to crown, though Su Yu’s cultivation was sowhat inferior to his, why did he fear her?
Awkwardly, he glanced at the slim willow behind him, who then stepped forward and said softly:
"This fool just doesn’t know how to speak, please don’t take it to heart, Taoist Friend Su."
"We truly co with sincerity."
"I brought the Erald Liquid that can enlighten spirit plants."
The willow extended a branch.
Like an elephant’s trunk, it held a small bottle.
Inside the bottle made of leaves, you could clearly see a bit of liquid resembling erald jade.
Hmm, really just a tiny bit.
Not enough to even wet one’s lips.
But this stuff was among the few treasures capable of reliably granting spirituality to plants, allowing them to cultivate like the Human Race.
Even the Four Seasons Sect could only achieve limited spirit plant animation, but this liquid was one hundred percent effective.
The Cyan Emperor Race is entirely composed of spirit plants transford.
Thus, they regulate this liquid with great strictness.
After all, losing a drop ans a "descendant" might not develop spirituality, and without it, they are used as expendables.
Indeed.
Spirit plants without spirituality in their race aren’t protected at all, their status even worse than livestock like chickens, sheep, cows, and pigs in ordinary households.
Being drained of spiritual qi and chopped up for materials is quite common.
In the chaos cosmos, even the Four Seasons Sect’s exported spirit plant products aren’t as abundant as those from the Cyan Emperor Race.
Because the Four Seasons Sect still considers those spirit plants.
They wouldn’t do sothing like kill a tree to harvest its heart.
But the Cyan Emperor Race trees have no such restrictions.
If they need to kill, they kill, new saplings are constantly growing there anyway.
Su Yu looked at the bottle.
She snorted: "This is your sincerity?"
"As far as I know, your annual output is at least a pound. Want a treasure from the disciples of the Four Seasons Sect, yet unwilling to offer even a year’s yield?"
She knew they were seeking a favor.
It was no longer about the Four Seasons Sect subduing them.
So naturally, she could be a bit more harsh.
The willow remained calm.
Shaking its head slightly apologetically, it said: "The ancestor’s condition is increasingly declining, and the produced Erald Liquid has decreased.
It’s not that I am unwilling.
But...in recent years this is all there is."
Hmm?
The implication was a bit too evident.
If the ancestor of the Four Seasons Sect were declining, they absolutely wouldn’t announce it so openly, let alone the Cyan Emperor Race, nearly reliant on their ancestor for sustenance.
What was she implying by saying this?
"Then I’ll be frank."
The willow was about to state its purpose.
Yet Su Yu frowned, seemingly aware of the shocking words about to be spoken, and directly gestured:
"You are here to seek my master nephew."
"Better say it when you see him."
Thus, the willow’s words were abruptly stifled.
This made her feel a bit frustrated, what was this person doing, going mad perhaps?
Are you, as an elder, unable to help make decisions for the younger ones?
She couldn’t grasp it.
For in the Cyan Emperor Race, "the Sun" is the highest-grade spiritual object.
Distribution of sunlight is very crucial.
If these "elders" don’t allow the saplings so sunlight, those saplings won’t grow.
Elders in the Cyan Emperor Race are almost supre.
Su Yu knew this too.
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
This might be the case there, but in the Four Seasons Sect, flaunting elder status is risky because soone even older can be fetched, leading to "old hitting young, young calling old".
Moreover, she truly couldn’t fathom it; the sun of the Cyan Emperor Realm is supposedly ford from a Golden Crow’s remains, theoretically perishing with the universe.
That brilliance is endless, yet the Cyan Emperor Realm folks let the world remain damp and frigid, with the lower layers unable to enjoy sunlight, why?
"Su Yu" cannot comprehend this.
Her other identity can’t grasp it either.
Hence, her desire to continue chatting with these individuals dwindled, it seed more worthwhile to tease Li Ye a little more.
She lifted the cup.
Took a gentle sip of the tea within.
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