Chapter 100: Remote Vision

The elf quickly pulled out her notebook, flipping through pages as she cross-referenced the label numbers on the tree trunks.

“The moonlight essence and wind feathers from batch 12—the Element Gate is on Zhen 15, and the Life Infusion element is frost?”

A look of confusion appeared on Kalist’s delicate face.

This was control group data—clearly problematic in the previous experiment.

Why did it succeed now?

Luo De was about to speak.

When he sensed two figures approaching from afar.

Bond, the little mare, trudged along, yawning lazily.

Behind her, the half-deer Xiao Ke carried a large tray of fruits, vegetables, and bread, stuffing a wild berry into Bond’s wide-open mouth as they walked.

Both spotted Luo De beside Kalist and froze.

Then their faces lit up with joy.

Xiao Ke’s expression was more restrained; Bond, however, broke into a wide grin and dashed forward on her short legs, launching herself into his arms.

“Luo De!!!”

Bond’s small face nuzzled frantically against his abdomen.

“I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Bond.”

Luo De felt warmth in his chest and gently patted her head.

He then turned toward the slowly approaching half-deer.

“Long time no see.”

“You finally came back? I thought you’d died out there.”

“.”

“Why do you talk like an elf?”

Bond looked up at them with innocent eyes.

“How could that be? Doesn’t Xiao Ke sister predict for Luo De every night? She won’t even sleep unless it’s successful.”

Luo De immediately looked grateful.

“Bond! I didn’t… Look at you! I wouldn’t bother predicting for you! I… I just didn’t want you to be sad!”

“Thank you, Xiao Ke, but I remember you said your voluntary predictions never worked well.”

Xiao Ke muttered:

“. That’s true. I often can’t find your image clearly—sometimes I see a Naga with four arms laughing, sometimes a tree so tall it stretches from earth to sky, but rarely you.”

Huh?

Luo De fell silent.

Remote viewing, huh.

Xiao Ke suddenly handed him something, deliberately avoiding his gaze and staring at the ground.

“Here.”

“What’s this?”

Luo De took it and found a small bracelet, faintly glowing with spirituality.

“Bond insisted on weaving this for you. This child is clumsy—she couldn’t handle anything this delicate, so I helped her make it… though most of it was her work.”

Bond glanced at the unfamiliar bracelet, about to speak, but Xiao Ke clamped a hand over her mouth.

She added: “I also embedded a spell into it—at Bond’s request. It occasionally predicts things happening near you… though I can’t guarantee accuracy.”

Beside them, Kalist glanced at the bracelet.

Suddenly, it looked familiar—wasn’t this the very item Xiao Ke had asked her to add a [Location Spell] to not long ago?

She looked from Xiao Ke’s darting eyes and flushed cheeks to Luo De, smiling his thanks.

For a moment, she felt a strange discomfort in her chest.

Memories returned to a morning a month and a half ago…

Kalist suddenly slapped herself hard, shattering the memories in her mind.

Both Luo De and Xiao Ke were startled.

The half-deer hurried over, gently asking:

And without hesitation, she cast a healing spell on Kalist’s swollen cheek.

“Nothing. Just a mosquito.”

As she spoke, movement came from afar.

Two sand creatures slowly crawled out.

Bond struck first, firing two spiritual arrows.

She dispatched them effortlessly.

After all, these sand tornado-associated creatures were only third-rank; Bond could handle them easily.

Luo De took out the gifts and handed them to Xiao Ke and Bond.

Two tubes of high-quality Biyu arrows from BiCui Ting, and a custom Guizu brush set with paint palette.

Both were delighted.

“Spiritual arrows still have lower limits than physical ones.”

Kalist examined the Biyu arrows, her expression nostalgic: “If you want Bond’s power to rise further, beyond increasing spiritual accumulation, the only option is crafting high-rank physical arrows.”

“Can you make them?”

“Of course—if you pay. A good arrow costs a lot—minimum ten Jin Along each.”

“Start with fifty to test quality.”

Luo De waved his hand. “I’ve got money now.”

“Just pocket change.”

They chatted briefly.

The elf turned her attention back to the magically modified sand willows.

Luo De no longer hid anything.

Right before her eyes, he infused a half-dead sand willow with [Growth Spirituality].

Then he added spiritual nutrient solution—the sapling visibly recovered before their eyes.

“How is this possible?!”

Kalist was stunned.

She and the witch Dimiya had struggled for a month without breakthrough—yet a spiritual warrior who wasn’t even skilled in magic solved it?

Dimiya had even traveled far away to find better experimental materials.

“What did you use?”

“A little trick to stabilize trees—I am a forest keeper, after all.” He didn’t reveal the truth.

Luo De savored Kalist’s expression.

The elf was always proud—rarely did she show such disbelief.

He proceeded to infuse the remaining five nearly-dead sand willows—each succeeded.

Kalist quickly cut off a branch and began casting spells to analyze it.

“Unfathomable… what spell did you use? Why does it work?”

While she was distracted,

Luo De infused more [Growth Spirituality] into a sand willow he’d already saved.

[Sand Willow (Magic-Modified) Acquired: Remote Vision]

[Details: Didn’t expect this, do you? Trees can be telescopes. Touch this tree to briefly gain the [Remote Vision] spell. (Only usable by those who infused Growth Spirituality)]

Remote Vision?

What’s the use?

Luo De infused another tree.

[Sand Willow (Magic-Modified) Acquired: Invisibility Detection]

[Details: Within a certain radius of this tree, all invisibility spells and items become ineffective.]

“Hmm… so each tree’s first enhancement always grants [Spiritual Potential], but the second doesn’t…”

Luo De touched the sand willow that had gained Remote Vision.

He gazed into the heart of the distant sand tornado.

[Remote Vision] felt like using a cheap telescope—zooming out in layers.

It pierced through the swirling, cloth-like vortex and landed on the distant ground.

The problem was, the view was unfocused, blurry—making Luo De’s eyes ache.

Yet within the blurred vision,

Luo De noticed something odd.

At the base of the sand tornado, dark shadows slowly rose.

They resembled tall, slender humanoids woven from black silk, wearing hooded cloaks, right hand holding a curved blade, left hand extending spiritual threads.

They circled the tornado, completely unaffected.

Suddenly, one of the taller shadows turned its head toward Luo De.

It grew angry, as if directing orders to both sides.

Immediately, a group of massive creatures, each shaped differently and composed entirely of sand and gravel, rapidly gathered and moved toward the Windwall Forest.

“Huh?”

Why get angry just from a single glance?

(End of Chapter)