Chapter 523: Strong Wood Bud Aura

"Sir." Several people bowed and saluted.

They were also curious; unless something major happened, the master rarely left his own wooden hut.

The master said nothing, always wearing a kind expression, but now he was very solemn.

His gaze carried scrutiny and doubt; if you looked closely, you would see a hint of bewilderment as well.

A beam of spiritual light suddenly descended from the sky; the master hurriedly said, "Sit cross-legged and prepare to absorb."

"Yes," several people replied; the master's command had become second nature to them.

The scattered spiritual energy outside was less than one-tenth of Jiang Yunchu's spiritual energy pillar; she bathed in the dense green spiritual energy, and even Xiao Xuan Tian couldn't help but jump out of the ring.

A tiny radish figure sat cross-legged on Jiang Yunchu's knee, the whole radish appearing devout.

Day by day passed; the two days originally allotted for her rest quietly slipped away.

On the third day, the people sitting cross-legged outside finally woke up, exiting their cultivation state; seeing the wooden hut still enveloped by immense spiritual energy, they revealed envious looks.

"What... talent does she have, what is her spiritual essence, why is the scattered spiritual energy so rich?" Old Six shook his fan, looking thoughtful.

Meanwhile, the blond, red-clothed Old Two smirked, slinging his arm over Old Six's shoulder, saying, "Put away those thoughts you shouldn't have; no matter what spiritual essence Xiao Shisan possesses, to us, they're family."

Old Six glanced at his threatening second sister, sighed helplessly, and said, "My sister, am I really that kind of person?"

Old Two looked into his eyes, then firmly nodded, "Yes."

……

Old Six gave a helpless smile, "It's been hundreds of years; you still don't believe me?"

"In this place, the edges have long been smoothed; the past has become like smoke, I'm merely curious."

If it were others, they would have offended the Divine Palace and been thrown into the Lost Land.

That Old Six, however, came here of his own doing.

He was a notorious demon chief of Zhongzhou, moreover a soul-devouring demon who specialized in devouring others' refined spiritual energy; in the end, the Divine Palace led the great families in a joint encirclement, striking him down into the Lost Land.

Don't let his refined scholar appearance fool you; he is also one of the most dangerous beings, both righteous and evil, his whole person exuding a hint of malevolent aura.

"I don't believe a word you say." Old Two gave a cold snort, then rose and gazed toward the dim horizon.

"Another day of day-night chaos, comrades; it's time to get to work." She drew her long sword and strode toward the distance.

The others followed closely behind; Old Six stared at the tightly shut wooden door, licked his lips, wondering what Xiao Shisan's spiritual essence actually was.

No one knew how much self-control he had used to restrain himself from lunging forward.

That spiritual energy carried a trace of primordial power, exerting a deadly attraction on him.

More importantly, he sensed a familiar aura.

"What a pity..."

As his words fell, the person had already walked away.

The master stood like a wooden statue at Jiang Yunchu's gate, several sunrises and sunsets, several days of indistinguishable chaos; time seemed blurred in this place.

Finally……

One person and one pet had finished absorbing the advancement-feedback spiritual energy.

"Ah, so comfortable!" Jiang Yunchu stretched, every joint in her body cracking as if greeting something.

"Mm, Xiao Yun Chu, I'm about to advance; these days I'll sleep inside the ring."

"Mm, so sleepy, I can't hold on any longer."

"You must protect yourself; don't waste your little life, for when I sleep I won't be able to save you."

"You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Xuan Tian began to snore; a pure white radish, the leaves on its head revealing a hint of lush green.

Jiang Yunchu poked his tender white belly with a finger; unlike the imagined hardness, it was actually soft, and a press left a dimple that quickly recovered when her hand was lifted.

She sent the little creature back to the ring, to its proper place, and only then sensed the person who had been guarding outside.

While absorbing spiritual energy, she kept a vigil outside; she had always known there was a person guarding the wooden hut's door, as if protecting the Dharma.

Jiang Yunchu opened the door; the old man's wooden carving seemed to finally awaken.

"Follow me." The old man said no more, giving Jiang Yunchu a solemn glance.

Jiang Yunchu scratched her head and followed behind the old man.

As she departed, the wooden door sensed her leaving and shut itself without wind.

"Who exactly are you, and what is your relation to the Jiang family?"

They were still in the study; the old man showed no hesitation, his gaze sharp as a sword when he looked at Jiang Yunchu.

Jiang Yunchu glanced at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, recalling the wood-bud aura she had released upon her advancement.

Could it be……

"Jiang Yunchu, daughter of the current young lord of the Jiang family, Jiang Zeyang." Jiang Yunchu did not conceal this.

The aura of the wood bud, when she released it, also sensed a similar aura.

Jiang, wood bud.

The two elements needed no further guesswork.

"Jiang Zeyang?" Jiang Wu pondered carefully, then shook his head helplessly, "Old man I've been trapped in the Lost Land too long; in my memory, that name doesn't exist."

Jiang Yunchu raised an eyebrow, "How old are you?"

"I am the third generation of the Jiang family, nearly ten thousand years old, I suppose; the exact age I've also forgotten." Jiang Wu struggled to recall, as if his former memories had all blurred.

Ten thousand years……

Then you truly don't know who Jiang Zeyang is.

"Could you let me see your wood bud?" Jiang Wu looked at Jiang Yunchu with hopeful eyes.

Jiang Yunchu nodded; in her palm, a plant slowly emerged, emitting a lustrous green light.

It's it, it's exactly it.

Jiang Wu looked at that tree bud, feeling its vast aura, his eyes becoming slightly moist.

Several thousand years have passed...

He arrived at the Lost Land, about to forget everything from before.

"Direct line." Jiang Wu felt the rich aura and the flavor of the innate spirit; only the Jiang Clan's direct line could possess this tree bud's aura.

"Oh yes, oh yes, after so many years, I can still see a descendant of the Jiang Clan; even if I perish and my Dao vanishes, I can die in peace." Jiang Wu closed his eyes, and a tree bud also appeared in his palm.

However, the tree bud on Jiang Wu's palm was already about to grow into a towering tree forest, and a shimmering silver light appeared on the tree bud.

Alright, you may go back.

Jiang Wu suddenly withdrew the tree bud from his palm, looked at Jiang Yunchu's expression, and once again regained his former nonchalance.

"Yes." Jiang Yunchu nodded, asking nothing and saying nothing.

However, after today, she clearly knew one thing: the gentleman before her would definitely not harm her.