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Chapter 3: Dead trees come back to life

The woman in blue, with her face covered with a veil and her hair as smooth as silk, exudes an otherworldly aura.

With her slender hands, she led a donkey the size of a calf. Her head was slightly tilted, and her sky-blue pupils like the ocean looked at the beggar.

With just one glance, Zhang Yuanzhu felt as if everything in his body had been seen through. He felt as if he was standing naked in the snow, allowing the woman to look at him.

what!
A sound of surprise.

The woman in blue was leading the donkey, walking forward with graceful lotus steps, swaying like a divine lotus, her skin shining brightly.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked like a normal beggar, with a confused and helpless look on his face, standing in the snow, looking at the woman walking towards him.

tower!
A graceful figure stopped and a calm voice came into my ears.

"A dead tree comes back to life, a dead person comes back to life. I have witnessed this scene."

"Fairy, what are you talking about? Something about dead trees coming back to life, or the dead coming back to life."

Zhang Yuanzhu supported himself against the wall with his palms, as if he wanted to salute a being beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The woman in blue just looked at the blood-stained beggar quietly and spoke to herself:
"When a tree dies, it will grow branches and leaves again and become more lush. But what about people?"

“I’m curious and willing to try!”

As the words floated, a streak of light flew out of his body and entered the beggar's arms.

Zhang Yuanzhu's pupils shrank slightly.

"A practitioner?"

Then his eyes dropped, and a pure white jade token came into view.

The jade token feels warm to the touch, is engraved with mysterious patterns, and emits a bright luster. There is an unknown text engraved in the middle.

"Meet the troops in three days. Come to the front of the Huanzhen Tower and bring this order. I will help you enter the Immortal Gate."

He raised his head and saw that the woman in blue standing in front of him had already gone far away and gradually disappeared from his sight.

Really great!
Of course he knew that this was the first building in Jiangshui City, where countless dignitaries gathered.

With his current attire, let alone entering, he would be beaten to death with clubs and his body thrown into the wilderness just by getting close.

The child held the jade token tightly in his hand, put it inside his clothes, and took a last look at the direction the woman in blue left.

Heading towards the original address.

He needed to find a place to shelter from the wind and snow, otherwise it would be difficult to get through the night.

As for what the woman in blue said, it came second.

While thinking, Zhang Yuanzhu walked towards an even more dilapidated and remote street.

the other side.

The woman in blue was walking in the snow, leading the donkey. With every step she took, the snowflakes on the ground would scatter.

"The world is so vast that nothing is impossible. A dead tree springing back to life, a dead person coming back to life, what does that even matter?"

A sharp sound, like sandpaper rubbing against each other, came from behind the woman in blue.

"For just this, it's not worth sending out a 'Welcome to the Army'."

The woman in blue, with her eyes slightly curved, held the reins with her delicate hands and pulled gently.

"Donkey, I will be responsible for recruiting all disciples within the Yuan Dynasty. You just have to follow my orders."

The woman's steps remained unchanged, her sky-blue eyes were like the ocean, a fusion of purity and depth.

A mere struggle to survive is certainly not worth an "order to recruit troops".

But the beggar's face was very interesting.

She has traveled the world and has never seen anything like this
Ordinary face.

Born as a pure mortal, without any chance to practice cultivation.

Even if she casually looked at people on the side of the road, they would not seem so ordinary. There would always be a possibility that they would embark on spiritual practice.

"It's destiny, or it's intentional!"

She murmured in her heart, then looked forward with her beautiful eyes.

One by one, the rich and powerful, dressed in gorgeous clothes, appeared at the corner with their children.

"Jiangshui City, the Jiang, Zhou, and Wang families, along with their descendants, respectfully welcome the arrival of the Immortal Envoy!"

The woman in blue didn't respond and walked forward as if no one was around.

He passed by the powerful officials who controlled the life and death of Jiangshui City and disappeared under the rising sun. The powerful officials also followed closely behind him and walked forward.

The strong wind blew past, blowing up layers of snowflakes from the ground.

When the heavy snow fell, there was no trace of anyone.

The outermost edge of the city.

The cold wind whistled past, shaking the ancient temple and leaving several large holes in the wooden door. The sound of "bang bang" hitting the wall was heard continuously.

Fifty meters east of the ancient temple is a street filled with all kinds of filth.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against the earth wall, squatted on the snow, and looked at the ancient temple coldly.

This ancient temple is where beggars gather. Although it is dilapidated, it can shelter from the wind and snow.

However, only a small number of beggars can enter the ancient temple to rest.

Yesterday, the original body prayed to enter the ancient temple to spend the snowy night, but was still beaten out.

This makes the already fragile body like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Finally, the old beggar snatched the straw mat and died instantly.

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his palm on his chest, tightly holding the jade token.

He could clearly sense that this thing could be controlled.

Who knows if the items made by the practitioners will bring him surprises.

'Control!'

He recited silently in his mind, and the next moment the jade token disappeared, and a sharp blue stone appeared in his palm.

Deep in the soul, above the tender leaves, a pure white jade plaque is suspended.

Threads of light collide and intertwine in front of the delicate leaves, forming all kinds of information.

Master of Supernatural Powers: Zhang Yuanzhu
Control: [Level 1] Welcoming Order (Trait: Health)

Realm: mortal

Skills: None
Skills: None

Before he could take a closer look, a trace of inexplicable energy surged out from the root of the seed and flowed to all parts of his body.

In an instant, Zhang Yuanzhu felt warm all over, as if soaking in a hot spring.

He clearly felt that there seemed to be something missing that was being completed.

Although slow, but extremely firm!

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm and slowly clenched it, without any change in strength or speed.

But he instinctively felt that what was being compensated was far more than just an outward enhancement.

"Is this a Level 1 item?"

'It involves practitioners.'

The child made a judgment in his heart, but after a moment, he put away the jade token and controlled the bluestone again.

In the long run, the order to welcome the troops will definitely be far superior to the bluestone that can be seen everywhere.

However, in the following events, the role it played was far less than the hardness of the skin brought about by controlling the bluestone.

He took out the bowl from his arms and buried it in the snow.

Zhang Yuanzhu then walked towards the ancient temple.

He walked extremely slowly, trying not to make any noise, and soon arrived in front of the wooden door.

He shrank his body slightly and went straight into the hole.

The moment he entered the ancient temple, he stomped his feet on the ground and rushed straight to the direction he remembered.

Two young men wearing tattered cotton coats lying in front of the altar came into view.

A young boy wearing a gray cotton coat, a slightly thin boy wearing a khaki cotton coat

The two young men had weathered faces, several scars on them, and their breathing was steady.

These were the twin brothers who attacked the most brutally last night, almost beating the original body to death in the temple.

Zhang Yuanzhu ran quickly, clenched his five fingers, and hit the throat of the young man in the yellow cotton coat.

(End of this chapter)