Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 761 The Divine Tree Presents a Gift - When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
By the time Gao Dongxu had finished tutoring the four women one by one, it was already dusk. All four were accomplished and erudite, while he enjoyed a deeply moving traditional Chinese medicine massage.

Just as his consciousness was fading, a faint sense of being watched suddenly swept over him. Gao Dongxu abruptly opened his eyes, all sleepiness gone. This feeling of being watched was both strange and familiar, carrying a certain ancient rhythm, causing him to involuntarily furrow his brow.

"They've come, just as I suspected." He muttered to himself, already having guessed what was going on.

He didn't act immediately, but first focused on sensing his surroundings. After confirming that the four women were all safe and sound, he slowly closed his eyes, released his divine sense, and actively connected with the probing consciousness.

In an instant, a surge of ancient and powerful information flooded his mind. Sure enough, it was the withered Moon Spirit Tree. To Gao Dongxu's surprise, its consciousness was no longer as weak as before; instead, it was filled with an irrepressible excitement and eagerness, repeatedly sending out invitations, urgently hoping that he would come to see it.

A faint smile played on Gao Dongxu's lips. This was getting more and more interesting. A sacred tree that should have withered was suddenly so eager to see him, a complete stranger. He simply couldn't believe there wasn't something fishy going on.

However, high risk often comes with high reward. He knew the saying "fortune favors the bold," and since both sides were scheming against each other, they would each rely on their own abilities to see who was the better player.

After a moment's consideration, Gao Dongxu was quite confident in his abilities. With his current strength, numerous trump cards, and killer moves, dealing with a withered divine tree should be more than enough. Moreover, the other party's invitation to his true form was tantamount to exposing the tree spirit's greatest weakness to the world; it would never take such a risky move unless it had ulterior motives.

Having made up his mind, Gao Dongxu calmly got up, put on a white bathrobe, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. After giving the five women a few gentle instructions, he turned and walked towards the door.

Upon opening the door, the scene outside had completely changed. The corridor that should have been there had vanished, replaced by an endless sea of ​​flowers, with colorful blossoms swaying gracefully in the moonlight, and a refreshing fragrance filling the air.

Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow, stepped out with interest, and the door closed silently behind him. He strolled among the flowers, casually picking a pale blue blossom and gently inhaling its fragrance. The scent was delicate, the texture exquisite, and even the dew on the petals felt incredibly real.

"What an amazing illusion!" he murmured in admiration. The illusory world constructed by the Moon Spirit Tree could perfectly deceive the five senses, making it impossible for anyone to perceive that they were in an illusion. Such methods were far beyond the capabilities of ordinary spirits and monsters.

On the hillside in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, a towering ancient tree, almost completely withered, stands majestically. Its bare branches sway in the wind, rustling as if joyfully welcoming the arrival of a distinguished guest.

Gao Dongxu strode forward and stopped three meters away from the ancient tree. His gaze was sharp as he stared at the patterns on the trunk that resembled human faces, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Why go through all this trouble to invite me here?"

He got straight to the point, without beating around the bush. To try and hide something in the face of someone like him would be a poor choice.

The branches of the ancient tree swayed even more violently, and a vast and ancient consciousness surged directly into Gao Dongxu's mind. The answer was both unexpected and logical—"spiritual energy."

In this degenerate age, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has long been depleted. Although there are still a few dragon veins in China that retain their spiritual essence, they are far beyond the reach of an ancient tree that has wandered to a foreign land. The Moon Spirit Tree has not been able to absorb pure spiritual energy for over a thousand years, and can only remain in a withered state to reduce its consumption and maintain its immortal existence.

In order to survive, it had to find another way, a path of cultivation that relied on accumulating merit. This method was not original, but was learned from those beings in the Korean underworld—those clowns who took advantage of the two brutal wars in the mortal world to seize the power over the tributaries of the River of Oblivion, control the reincarnation of ghosts, and proclaim themselves gods.

From initially sheltering vengeful and evil spirits to later helping them fulfill their last wishes and attain liberation, the Moon Spirit Inn did accumulate some merit for the Moon Spirit Tree. Unfortunately, the accumulation of merit was too slow and far from sufficient to support its needs.

Therefore, when Gao Dongxu first used his divine sense to probe the inn, the Moon Spirit Tree immediately sensed this cultivator possessing spiritual energy. In the Dharma-ending Age, absorbing and utilizing spiritual energy was almost impossible, and Gao Dongxu's appearance undoubtedly gave the divine tree, which was on the verge of despair, a glimmer of hope.

Listening to the rustling of branches in the wind, Gao Dongxu gazed at the ancient tree and asked the most crucial question: "What is your origin? A spirit? Or a demon?"

The ancient tree remained silent for a long time, so long that Gao Dongxu almost thought it had no intention of answering. Finally, another stream of consciousness flooded into his mind, providing an unbelievable answer.

It turns out that it wasn't a Moon Spirit Tree at all, but rather a branch from the ancient sacred laurel tree. No one knows when or why this branch ended up in the barren land of Korea. By the time it gained consciousness, it had already taken root in this barren land for countless years.

To survive, it had to perform miracles to attract human worship and rely on faith and incense to grow stronger. However, faith and incense are both nectar and poison. Once it began accepting offerings, it formed an inseparable bond with humanity. If the wishes of the believers were not fulfilled, the resentment and obsession within the incense would backfire and consume it.

The voice of the laurel tree echoed in Gao Dongxu's mind, carrying the weariness and helplessness of a thousand years of vicissitudes: "For more than a thousand years, I have had to maintain the miracles to attract believers and also to neutralize the toxins in the incense. I am already overburdened. If I do not receive a pure spiritual energy supply, I am afraid I will not last another sixty years."

Gao Dongxu stroked his chin thoughtfully. Moonlight shone on his sharply defined profile, casting a deep shadow. He slowly circled the ancient tree, his gaze sharp as he carefully examined every line on the trunk.

"So," he finally spoke, his voice calm and even, "you want to obtain spiritual energy from me?"

The branches swayed gently, as if nodding in agreement.

"Interesting." Gao Dongxu chuckled, but his eyes suddenly sharpened. "But you should understand that there's no such thing as a free lunch. What can you offer me in exchange?"

The ancient tree fell silent again, but this time Gao Dongxu could sense it was carefully weighing its options. The surrounding sea of ​​flowers seemed to sense the tense atmosphere as well, swaying gently without wind, creating waves of blossoms. Finally, a powerful stream of consciousness surged into Gao Dongxu's mind once more, proposing a deal that deeply moved him.

In the luxurious bedroom, Jang Man-wol, dressed in a black lace top, resembled a dark rose blooming in the night sky, perfectly embodying the gentle aesthetics unique to Korean fashion. The intricately carved openwork patterns on the lace fabric were like a meticulously drawn scroll by an artist, with every detail exuding the ingenuity of haute couture.

The semi-transparent lace texture, with its ambiguous interplay of light and shadow against the skin, evokes the subtle expression of "half-concealed beauty" in Eastern aesthetics. When light filters through the lace, the dappled shadows cast a hazy, poetic filter over the overall look. This restrained sensuality possesses a far more sophisticated quality than blatant exposure.

Zhang Manyue frowned slightly, holding an amber-colored champagne glass, looking at the various exquisite pastries and brightly colored fruits laid out on the coffee table, completely losing her usual appetite.

The abnormality of the Moon Spirit Tree made her feel intensely uneasy. Over the endless years, she had been in a state of spiritual communion with the divine tree, coexisting and living together, which made her almost forget the true relationship between her and the divine tree.

But now, the reality of being dominated by the divine tree has completely awakened her, and memories from countless years ago have resurfaced in her mind.

The words of the goddess Magu echoed in my ears once more, "Only the one who can make the Moon Spirit Tree bloom with flowers can grant you liberation."

Just then, Zhang Manyue frowned slightly, took the champagne and disappeared. When she reappeared, she was already under the Moon Spirit Tree.

"How is this possible?!" Zhang Manyue stared wide-eyed at the Moon Spirit Tree covered in lush green leaves, exclaiming in disbelief.

"Swish—"

The branches and leaves rustled softly without any wind.

Gao Dongxu looked at Zhang Manyue, who had suddenly appeared, with a smile and great interest, anticipating the extra gift promised by the Moon Spirit Tree.

"Why are you here?" After her initial shock, Zhang Manyue looked at Gao Dongxu with an icy expression and asked.

"I opened the door and came here—" Gao Dongxu said truthfully.

Zhang Manyue frowned, looking coldly at Gao Dongxu. After a moment of contemplation, she walked to the sacred tree and placed her fair hand on the trunk. The next moment, her expression changed drastically, turning extremely red with embarrassment.

"impossible!"

As soon as Zhang Manyue finished speaking, purple flower buds appeared on the Moon Spirit Tree, which had previously only had green leaves, and seemed about to bloom in the next second.

"How is this possible?!" Zhang Manyue stared at the tree full of purple buds, her champagne glass falling from her hand. She took a step back, her face pale, staring at the sacred tree in disbelief.

"Shh..."

The branches and leaves of the sacred tree swayed in the breeze.

The next second, Jang Manyue appeared in front of Go Dong-wook, her face pale and flushed, and grabbed the collar of Go Dong-wook's robe, who was somewhat taken aback.

The two figures disappeared and reappeared on Zhang Manyue's boudoir, on the large bed decorated with dragons and phoenixes.

Go Dong-wook stared in astonishment at Jang Man-wol, who looked down at him as if he were a lamb to the slaughter, feeling extremely strange.

Complete transformation of offense and defense!
"Tell me, what did you do to the Moon Spirit Tree?" Zhang Manyue didn't care about their current state at all. Her pretty face was flushed, and she looked at Gao Dongxu with a conflicted expression and asked coldly.

"I really didn't do anything—" Gao Dongxu said with a wry smile.

Zhang Manyue looked at Gao Dongxu with complicated emotions: shame, anger, confusion, and hesitation. In the end, she blushed and lowered her head to kiss Gao Dongxu, whose eyes were wide open.

(End of this chapter)