Chapter 2: Wu Er, Get Back on the Tree Immediately
Chapter 2: Wu Er, Get Back on the Tree Immediately
“Ding, host can use Low-Grade Divine Devil Nutrient Solution to shorten the time to one hour, and grow one Wu Song!”
“One hour?”
Looking at the small green tree in front of him, information automatically surfaced in his mind: Low-Grade Divine Demon Wu Song Tree, capable of growing countless Wu Songs!
“How is the Low-Grade Divine Devil Nutrient Solution used?” With a thought from Jiang Taixuan, the Low-Grade Divine Devil Nutrient Solution appeared in his hand.
The Divine Devil Nutrient Solution looked very much like a watering can from his previous life, but what was inside wasn’t water; it was a green liquid with absolutely no smell.
“Ding, spray the Divine Devil Nutrient Solution onto the Wu Song Tree, and the Wu Song Tree will absorb it automatically. However, the amount of Divine Devil Nutrient Solution is too small; it can only guarantee one Wu Song grows perfectly.”
“One is still better than nothing.”
Thirteen thousand eight hundred years? Don’t joke around. With my small frame, living to sixty would already be thanks to heaven’s mercy.
He poured the Divine Devil Nutrient Solution onto the Wu Song Tree. He kept the empty container to hold water later, Jiang Taixuan thought to himself.
After doing all this, he just had to wait one hour for Wu Song to successfully grow out of the tree.
But why did it feel so strange?
Growing a person from a tree? Like those ginseng fruits? Were the Gods and Demons planted?
Jiang Taixuan’s mind was a jumble of thoughts when a shout came from the distance: “Brother Xuan, your Lord Ximen is here.”
“This damn fatty.” Jiang Taixuan glanced at the Wu Song Tree; there were no changes, so he paid it no mind and quickly walked toward the Divine Devil Dojo.
Jiang Taixuan didn’t notice that the sound of “Lord Ximen” made the Wu Song Tree tremble slightly.
Jiang Taixuan arrived at the dojo, found an object, and used it to block the words in front of the door to avoid unnecessary trouble.
After doing this, the shouting got closer. Jiang Taixuan hurriedly walked out of the dojo and closed the shop door.
A ball of flesh came huffing and puffing over, wearing coarse linen clothes, a scholar’s hat, and holding a folding fan, looking quite flamboyant: “Brother Xuan, tell me, with this outfit, don’t I look like that Lord Ximen from the story you told?”
Jiang Taixuan covered his forehead, suddenly regretting telling this guy the romantic tales of Ximen Qing. “Let’s talk about something else. You come running to my place every day; don’t you need to tend to the Herb Field?”
The person in front of him, who called himself Lord Ximen, was the fellow waste who had been banished here with him, Ximen Qing. Well, a fitting name, very similar to Ximen Qing.
Ever since Jiang Taixuan told him the story of Ximen Qing, this guy seemed to have gotten into the role, calling himself Lord Ximen every day.
“Brother Xuan, last time you said after Ximen Qing finished his ‘greening,’ he met the peerless beauty Pan Jinlian by chance. What happened after that? Did he do any ‘greening’ at Pan Jinlian’s house?” Ximen Qing clearly didn’t want to change the subject. He looked at Jiang Taixuan expectantly, his eyes gleaming.
Jiang Taixuan’s face twitched. “He greened it.”
“Ancestor, such talent!” The fatty slapped his thigh, his fat shaking, trembling with excitement all over. “I shall follow in my ancestor’s footsteps and ‘green’ Clear Moon City!”
“I…” Jiang Taixuan opened his mouth but then sighed. “You and Ximen Qing don’t seem to have any connection, do you?”
How did Earth’s Ximen Qing become an ancestor here in another world?
The fatty wasn’t happy. He put away his smile and said with a serious face, “Brother Xuan, all Ximen under heaven are one family. I am from the Ximen family. So was my ancestor. Moreover, both being wastes, I am very likely the direct descendant of my ancestor!”
The fatty’s face was very serious, very earnest, as if saying: if you deny this, I’ll fight you to the death.
In the story Jiang Taixuan told, Ximen Qing was also a waste who couldn’t cultivate. For the fatty, this created a strong sense of identification.
“And this makes you a direct descendant?” Jiang Taixuan stared at him in astonishment. This fatty was even more shameless than he had imagined!
“Brother Xuan, hurry up and tell me, how did my ancestor ‘green’ Pan Jinlian’s husband? A peerless beauty! I must learn the method, return to Clear Moon Academy, and win over the campus belle!” Fatty Ximen’s small eyes widened, looking at Jiang Taixuan expectantly.
How to ‘green’ Pan Jinlian’s husband? Wu Dalang?
Jiang Taixuan rubbed his forehead. Looking at the expectantly staring Fatty Ximen, he knew if he didn’t tell the story, this fatty definitely wouldn’t leave and would keep bothering him.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Taixuan said, “This story must be told from the beginning. That day, Lord Ximen was harassing beauties on the street when a wooden club fell from the sky…”
Fatty Ximen listened with great interest, as if already immersed in the story. Hearing about the club falling from the sky, he even looked up cautiously and shifted his position.
“A dwarf selling flatbreads dares to snatch beauties from my ancestor?”
Upon hearing about Wu Dalang, Fatty Ximen became furious. “The beauty rightfully belongs to my ancestor. How could a dwarf have such fortune?”
Jiang Taixuan’s mouth twitched. Go on, I’ll hold down Wu Dalang’s coffin for you.
“What? Wu Dalang had a younger brother who single-handedly killed a tiger?” Fatty Ximen’s eyes widened, and his whole body trembled.
Like Jiang Taixuan, he was a waste, weak and powerless. Being immersed in the story, he instinctively compared himself and knew he was definitely no match for Wu Song. Moreover, his ancestor was also a waste.
“So, Fatty Ximen, the next part of the story is rather sorrowful. You don’t need to hear it; hurry back now,” Jiang Taixuan said. He still needed to research the Divine Devil Dojo.
“No way, I must know the rest of the story. I want to know what happened to my ancestor… Ah!”
Before Ximen Qing could finish his sentence, he let out a scream. His obese body was sent flying sideways, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking just like a flying ball.
“What happened?” Jiang Taixuan was stunned. Just now, a black shadow flashed before his eyes. Why did the fatty vomit blood and fly backwards?
Ximen Qing wasn’t clear either. He only felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. His organs shook, his blood and qi churned wildly, and he was severely injured.
“You wanted to know the rest of the story, didn’t you? Then this one will tell you: Ximen Qing had his head cut off by this one as an offering to my elder brother!”
A tall figure slowly walked over, looking down at Ximen Qing.
“You… who are you?” Fatty Ximen was utterly confused. I’m just listening to a story; why am I getting beaten up?
“This one is Wu Song, Wu Erlang!”
A long roar echoed, its sound shaking for a hundred meters. A powerful wave of air surged forth like a tide, like a mighty river, pressing down on Fatty Ximen’s heart.
“Ding, warning. Low-Grade Divine Demon Wu Song, due to being provoked, has voluntarily jumped down from the Wu Song Tree. Please, host, capture him quickly and make him grow back.”
“Wu Song…”
Jiang Taixuan was dumbfounded. Wu Song could just jump down on his own?
Wait, he just said ‘cut off his head as an offering to my elder brother’!
Jiang Taixuan quickly spoke up. This was Ximen Qing, not that Ximen Qing. Would this Wu Song just kill him outright?
At that moment, Wu Song’s body was surrounded by churning waves of air. A visible energy gathered in his palm, emitting a violent aura. Ximen Qing believed if this energy hit him, not even his ashes would remain!
“Stop!” Jiang Taixuan roared. This wasn’t Ximen Qing, and this wasn’t the Water Margin!
The tall figure paused, the power in his palm not yet dissipated. He did not strike down and said in a deep voice, “After this one kills this descendant of the lecherous villain Ximen, I will report back to the Field Master.”
“I am not a descendant of Ximen Qing! I don’t even know him! Wronged! Mighty warrior!” Fatty Ximen’s face fell, and he burst into tears.
I was just admiring the stories of Lord Ximen and spouting a few nonsense lines. How could you believe it?
“Ahem, Wu Er, let him go for now. I will give you a full explanation about this matter later,” Jiang Taixuan hurriedly said.
The tall figure hesitated for a moment, then snorted coldly. “Today, your dog’s head shall stay on your shoulders for now. Next time, this one will definitely not spare you!”
“Brother Xuan…” Fatty Ximen’s face was pale with fright.
“Aren’t you going to leave quickly?” Jiang Taixuan shouted angrily.
Fatty Ximen ignored his injuries, scrambling away on all fours.
“Low-Grade Divine Demon Wu Song pays respects to the Field Master.” Once Fatty Ximen left, the tall figure cupped his fists and spoke.
“Wu Song.” Jiang Taixuan was excited internally. This was the legendary tiger-slaying hero! There would be meat to eat from now on!
At that moment, Wu Song’s information also surfaced in his mind.
Low-Grade Divine Demon Wu Song.
Title: Tiger-Slaying Hero.
Martial Arts Technique: Divine Martial Scripture.
Cultivation Level: Innate Realm, Initial Stage (Juvenile Stage. Due to jumping off the tree too early, development is stunted.)
Divine Devil Indestructible Body: Divine Martial Body.
Talent: Drunkenness (In a drunken state, combat power increases by one hundred percent.)
Passive Talent: Has a twenty percent suppression effect on tiger-type demons and monsters.
“Development is stunted?” Jiang Taixuan’s eyes flashed. Anxious, he said, “Wu Er, get back on the tree immediately. Don’t affect your future development.”