Chapter 154: The Dream!

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The Tear of Nature was undoubtedly an invaluable treasure for plant spirit beasts. Yet, for Jing Xiaoyu to bestow such a treasure on a plant spirit beast that hadn't even reached a millennium of cultivation would have likely driven the Ten Thousand Beast King to tears. He'd surely shout at Jing Xiaoyu for "wasting heavenly treasures."

But Jing Xiaoyu didn't care. The Tear of Nature was indeed precious, and he could only produce one per year. Such a rare gift naturally required careful thought before being bestowed.

Among the present beings, only the Holy Unicorn Anya understood the Tear of Nature's significance. The other thirteen plant spirit beasts didn't grasp its true value but could instinctively sense its overwhelming allure. The tear made them tremble in longing, their branches, leaves, and flowers swaying in an uncontrollable frenzy.

Despite their excitement, the plants still respected Jing Xiaoyu deeply. Around him, the ground remained perfectly still—an unspoken sign of reverence.

Jing Xiaoyu smiled as he observed their eager yet restrained demeanor. "Don't worry. I'll decide soon."

He jumped off the camphor tree spirit beast, its ancient branches creaking softly. Anya, standing to the side, regarded him with curiosity and admiration. "My Lord, who will receive your blessing?"

"Of course, it's you—the Great Camphor Tree!" Jing Xiaoyu declared, pointing at the towering tree with its dense, vibrant canopy.

The camphor tree spirit beast seemed to understand his words. Its massive branches swayed rhythmically in excitement, as though responding with deep gratitude.

"Calm down now," Jing Xiaoyu laughed softly, placing his hand gently on the tree's bark. The camphor tree immediately stilled, its excitement replaced with a quiet, patient anticipation.

"Now let's see your fortune unfold!"

With those words, Jing Xiaoyu turned his palm upward, revealing the Tear of Nature resting in his hand. The golden tear glimmered softly as it fell like a droplet of rain, landing perfectly on the tree's vast root system.

The moment the Tear of Nature made contact, it shattered into countless golden fragments, which quickly melted into shimmering liquid. The liquid seeped into the camphor tree's roots, disappearing entirely into its trunk.

"Boom—"

A deep, resonant hum echoed from within the camphor tree. Its roots began to glow with a faint golden light, the glow spreading upward at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the light engulfed the entire tree, radiating outward in a soft, rainbow-hued halo.

The camphor tree's transformation had begun. Its bark shimmered with a faint golden sheen, while its branches and leaves took on a silvery glow. Each leaf now bore intricate silver patterns—almost like scales, lending the tree an otherworldly majesty.

Most noticeably, faint ripples of water elemental energy began to emanate from its leaves, forming a gentle blue aura. This was the sign of the camphor tree awakening a water element affinity—a significant evolution.

Jing Xiaoyu's face lit up with joy. "It worked!"

The Tear of Nature had surpassed his expectations. The ordinary camphor tree had now evolved into a Silver-threaded Golden Camphor Tree, with its cultivation soaring to 4,000 years—a leap of 3,000 years in an instant.

Now, it had both strength and authority, standing as the undisputed leader of the plant spirit beasts in Eastern Sea Park.

"Rustle, rustle—"

The camphor tree swayed its branches gently, the motion filled with reverence and gratitude. Jing Xiaoyu smiled, raising a hand to it in response.

"I'll be leaving Eastern Sea City soon," he announced gently to the gathered plants. "But don't worry—I'll return at least once a year. Until then, be good and take care of each other."

The plants rustled in unison, expressing their deep sadness and reluctance to see him go. Though they couldn't speak, Jing Xiaoyu could feel their emotions through his bond with Nature's Will.

"Great Camphor Tree," Jing Xiaoyu continued, his voice warm yet firm, "I'll leave everything here to you. Protect your companions well!"

The camphor tree's massive branches swayed dramatically, as though pledging its loyalty and resolve.

"Alright, I'm heading out now." Jing Xiaoyu waved and turned away.

As he walked out of the forest, the plants collectively rustled their leaves, flowers, and fruits in a harmonious, rhythmic melody—a farewell song composed just for him.

Jing Xiaoyu paused briefly, listening to the beautiful sound before continuing onward, a serene expression on his face.

Back home, Jing Xiaoyu shared dinner with Jing Ziyuan and Lin Xin. They chatted happily, savoring their precious time together. Knowing they had a busy day ahead, Jing Ziyuan and Lin Xin retired to bed early.

Jing Xiaoyu, though not physically tired, felt the day's events had left his spirit slightly drained. After washing up, he sat cross-legged on his bed, intending to meditate briefly before sleeping.

But something strange happened.

It was unclear whether he was dreaming or awake. His consciousness drifted into a mysterious, ethereal space.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by soft, billowing mist. Within the mist, faint green and gold lights glimmered like distant stars. Delicate white lotus flowers and vibrant red spider lilies bloomed quietly around him, their beauty both serene and haunting.

In the far distance—or perhaps close by—stood a tree. It was impossible to tell its size. To his bewildered mind, it seemed both as towering as the heavens and as small as a fragile sapling.

"What… is this place?" Jing Xiaoyu whispered.

As he tried to focus, a path of golden light appeared before him. Drawn by an invisible force, he began walking forward.

Every step filled him with strange sensations—he felt life, salvation, and the boundless essence of creation and nature.

Finally, he saw her.

A figure sat serenely atop a fallen log—a woman with an ethereal presence. She wore a flowing emerald-green gown, her demeanor sacred and tranquil. In her hands, she held a jade flute, its melody drifting softly through the mist.

Jing Xiaoyu stopped in his tracks, his voice soft and uncertain. "Excuse me…"

The woman paused, her flawless face turning toward him with faint surprise in her gaze.

"You?" she murmured, her tone tinged with curiosity.

The next morning.

Jing Xiaoyu woke up in his bed, a strange sense of loss lingering in his chest.

"That dream…" He furrowed his brow, trying to remember. The details had already begun to fade, but he vaguely recalled a beautiful woman in green and an indescribable feeling of connection.

"What was that all about? Did I dream of a goddess or something?" he muttered, shaking his head in bemusement.

Shaking off the strange dream, Jing Xiaoyu quickly got ready and headed downstairs.

"Ah-Yu, come eat breakfast! We're heading out soon!" Jing Ziyuan called cheerfully from the dining table, already seated with Lin Xin.

"Coming!" Jing Xiaoyu replied, his earlier confusion pushed aside as he joined them for breakfast.

The next four days passed in blissful harmony. Jing Xiaoyu, Jing Ziyuan, and Lin Xin spent every moment together, visiting sights around Eastern Sea City.

But all good things must come to an end.

On the fifth morning, at the Eastern Sea Soul Train Station, a group of twelve- and thirteen-year-old youths gathered at the entrance.

It was finally time to depart for Shrek Academy.

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