Chapter 347 – Qian Tan (1/2)

Chapter 347: Qian Tan

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“Eh? Sell himself?!” Man Man said while staring at Ji Hao with a pair of sparkling eyes and dragging his sleeve, “Ji Hao, they want that old wood to sell himself!”

At that moment, a magical light was glowing in Ji Hao’s eyes. After drinking that cup of ten-thousand years old cyan stone milk given by Candle Dragon Gui, his eyesight was improved largely, now as sharp as a dagger. Swiftly, Ji Hao scanned through every corner of that old tree man’s body with his pair of glowing eyes. The texture of that old tree man’s body was as rough as all ordinary trees and covered in suncracks; nevertheless, Ji Hao had also seen that the edge of every crack on his body was twinkling like jade or pearls, and his cyan-purple colored tree trunk under the rough tree bark was as beautiful as the greatest jade.

What had even caught more attention of Ji Hao were those sticky, green teardrops that had been ceaselessly gushing out of the old tree man’s eye sockets, which had a dense, attractive aroma.

Besides all the above, this old tree man’s appearance was largely different from the other treemen. Branches and leaves of his crown were sparse, only tens of leaf-fan-sized, yellow-colored leaves hung on his head and were swaying. However, between those leaves and branches, over a hundred human-head-sized, cyan-purple colored fruits were hanging.

The pericarp of those fruits was wrinkled and lusterless, making those fruits look like huge raisins, and no aroma was sensed from those fruits either. Nevertheless, in Ji Hao’s eyes, those fruits seemed like exquisitely carved out of jade pieces, and had been releasing a clear, jade-like light, that only people with magically great eyesight could see.

“This is a ‘purple grain dragon sandalwood’!” Ji Hao searched through all the knowledge he had learned from those mountain-huge piles of books back in the Magi Palace for quite a while, and finally found some information about this kind of tree. After that, he stared at this old tree man in shock and murmured, “Such a rare and precious tree has cultivated himself into a spirit creature?! Isn’t this…”

Imagine a three-year-old boy walking in a busy street with a giant bag of gold being dragged by his hands. To Ji Hao, this was what that old treeman look like at that time.

Following a series of food steps, around ten Yu Clan’s men walked out from the back of the Red Wood Palace, surrounded by nearly a hundred Jia Clan’s warriors. They quickly blocked that old tree man’s way.

“You can only buy that Xiao Marrow pill from our Red Wood Palace.” That Yu Clan’s man who had whispered to the tree man earlier looked at him coldly and said, “You will not find even a half Xiao Marrow pill in any other shop.”

“We know that creatures like you have all worked especially hard in order to gain your consciousness, but you’re still too weak.” That Yu Clan’s man continued talking to the old tree man pityingly, “Therefore, you can sell yourself to our Red Wood Palace, to settle down and be our slave for the rest of your life, added with this cyan-eyed dragon leech, we can mercifully give you a Xiao Marrow dan to save your friend.”

“Be a slave?” The old tree man waved his pair of enormous arms and roared out.

“No!”

“Well, in this case, you can just watch your only friend die!” said that Yu Clan’s man with a frosty look, “Judging from the color of the poisonous smoke releasing from his body, he is poisoned by a ‘heart-scorching butterfly’, right? He’s rather strong and powerful, and can still hold for another two days, but after that, he’ll definitely die!”

Waving his hand, the Yu Clan’s man then looked at the old tree man with a sneer on his face, and said, “Except for the Xiao Marrow pill, I doubt you can find any other antidote for the heart-burning butterfly’s poison. And even if you can, do you think you’ll be able to afford it as such a poor old tree?”

The old tree only waved his arms in confusion, while angrily letting out a deep and loud grunting sound.

The gigantic winged leopard, who was held in the old tree man’s branches, abruptly raised his head with difficulty, giving a few roars, and then growled, “Old wood, let’s go!”