Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 454 contains the World Tree, which means it belongs to the elves.
After the middle-aged man left, the other barbarian kings and shamans also made excuses to leave, whether for something else or to find a place to vomit.

After her junior sister was kidnapped by Ms. Qin, Xiangxiang looked around, took the terminal ball from Zhang Ze's pocket, and then chased after her junior sister.

She was going to go and see what was going on.

If there's juicy gossip, enjoy it; if there isn't, you can just sit there and act as a witness at a crime scene.

In short, some left, some scattered, and only two small ones remained.

Zhang Ze stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the city in front of him called "Fucheng".

To be honest, it was a bit of a surprise.

This place was very different from what he had imagined.

"Those people doing live streaming are definitely talking nonsense."

In today's live streaming world of the Four Continents, besides the popular "Domineering Immortal Lord Falls in Love with Me" and the trending secret realm appraisal videos, the most popular one is undoubtedly the Western Continent Scenery.

In the live stream, the barbarians were dressed like beggars, wearing animal skins, with chicken feathers stuck in their heads, and masks, eating raw meat from various kinds of animals whose heads were not visible.

When he speaks, he also uses a babbling slang.

After eating their fill, they would run out into the open field, making loud noises, and put on a hunting performance, such as a thunderous wrestling tackle on a long-horned elephant and a rock-climbing pheasant.

And the place where they lived was not a damp cave filled with bones and enshrined with strange totems.

These are primitive, giant houses built with animal hides, bones, and boulders.

Upon entering, one is greeted by the swirling incense smoke, the booming of war drums, and strange cries like "Lokta Oga".

Usually at times like this, a link to purchase Old Western Traditional Incense is displayed at the bottom of the screen.

These live streams are incredibly popular, even though Medicine King Valley, which has a deep relationship with the Western Barbarians, has repeatedly denied the rumors, saying that things are not like that over there.

He added that if anyone believes this, he'll sell them health supplements when they get old.

Some even went live to defend themselves, saying, "My family doesn't do that."

But it's no use.

Out of a sense of superiority, a love of the bizarre, or simply out of sheer stupidity, many cultivators from the Eastern Continent still do not believe it.

Those who claim to be debunking the rumors are the ones who are lying; the houses were all built last week, it's all an illusion.

Anyway, no matter how much they argue, those bastards in animal skins are making a fortune.

As for the actual architectural style of the barbarian tribes, especially those of the Sacred Tree tribe...

In Zhang Ze's view, she was surprisingly 'elfin'.

The entire city of Fu is a golden forest, with most of the houses naturally constructed from giant golden trees that branched off from the roots of the sacred tree.

Among these treehouses, there are scattered man-made buildings. Perhaps influenced by the demon race, most of them resemble tenement buildings, but they are more artistic and blend seamlessly into the treehouses.

Meanwhile, religious totems, primarily featuring giant trees and snakes, can be seen everywhere in the entire city of Fu.

Complex yet not chaotic.

'There's a World Tree, people live in it, they can hear the sounds of nature, it's very artistic, there are worship rituals, yes, they really are elves.'

After gazing at Fucheng for a while, Zhang Ze remembered that there was someone else beside him.

He turned to look at the barbarian boy whose role he had stolen.

The barbarian boy was still leaning against a rock, vomiting. Judging from his appearance, Zhang Ze's black car had seriously injured him.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had not returned and there was no one else around, Zhang Ze decided to help him.

He sidled up to him with a sly grin, hands tucked in his pockets, and bent over to ask.

"Brother, want the secret recipe?"

"What secret recipe?" The pale-faced boy took a step back, looking at Zhang Ze as if he were a plague god.

"Of course, it's a good thing to help you complete the fundamental methods."

As he spoke, Zhang Ze took out a porcelain bottle and poured out a dark, black pill. He looked exactly like a fake medicine seller trying to sell his strength.

The pill in Zhang Ze's hand had a strange smell; the boy had never smelled it before.

The aroma of the medicine had a sweet and sour smell, like vinegar and sugar being cooked in an iron pot, which was quite pungent.

'The fundamental solution?'

Looking at the pills, he recalled the barbarian magic that Zhang Ze had just used, which was even purer than his own.

Feeling unconvinced, he couldn't help but suspect that Zhang Ze's skills were all due to drug use.

"Was it useful?" the boy asked.

"I guarantee it will work. If it doesn't, you don't have to pay." Zhang Ze nodded vigorously.

"Young man, no side effects?"

“Not a bit, it’s all-natural,” Zhang Ze assured him.

Seeing Zhang Ze's sincerity, whether out of naivety or excessive trust in Zhang Ze's character, he was not afraid of being poisoned and directly took the medicine and swallowed it.

The moment it entered his mouth, that little flavor shot up and made him feel a bit tipsy.

"What exactly is this thing?" the boy asked after coughing twice.

He moved his hands and feet, but felt no strength, as if he had just eaten a weird-tasting candy.

Zhang Ze turned the bottle of pills around and showed the sticker on the back to the boy.

[Braised Pork in Sweet and Sour Sauce Flavor - Blackening Cream, Eat It and Your Whole Body Will Be Black, or You Don't Get Your Money Back]

?

"Why are you giving me this to eat?" the boy said angrily.

"Your color faded, so I thought I'd touch it up for you."

Looking at the boy's face, which had turned from white to black, Zhang Ze spread his hands innocently. "Besides, to be fair, I didn't give you the food; you took it yourself."

Hearing this, the boy's face, which had just turned black, turned white again.

He never expected this person to be so shameless.

"you!"

While they were fooling around, Zhang Ze suddenly asked in a Western dialect, "What the hell is a navigator? What does Grandma want with me?"

"You understand?" the boy asked, surprised.

Zhang Ze said, "I know all the witchcraft of your Western Continent, so it's normal that I understand your language."

"I'll find out soon enough anyway. Tell me what happened first." Zhang Ze put his left hand on the boy's shoulder. "Tell me the truth, and I'll teach you something real this time."

"What real thing? Could it be your Spirit Listening Technique?" The boy brushed away Zhang Ze's restless hand and took a step back.

Zhang Ze shook his head. "No, the spirit listening technique I learned is just the basic version, no different from what you sell on the street."

"But I can teach you how to jump off the train halfway through the journey."

"So? Want to learn? I guarantee you won't regret it."

He thought about it for a moment, and finally agreed to Zhang Ze's exchange terms. 'Anyway, after he used barbarian methods to cross the land bridge, everything was already set in stone.'

"My name is Dizhuomala," the young man said, bowing slightly after introducing himself.

"Zhang Ze".

Zhang Ze felt that his right-hand gesture was somewhat indecent, so he didn't show it. He hid his hand in his sleeve and returned the greeting.

Dizhuomala looked up at the towering sacred tree, sighed, and then waved to Zhang Ze, signaling him to come with her.

Zhang Ze, "your father"

Dizhuomala: "It's alright, I'll let them know."

Without him casting any spells, the pebbles beneath his feet began to move, wobbling and transforming into tiny figures. After bowing to Dizhuomala, they dispersed to report the news.

Zhang Ze took out a small walnut and sent a text message to his junior sister.

Fucheng.

Instead of taking the main road, Zhang Ze was led into a golden, tree-lined path.

There were no statues, totems, or buildings around. Perhaps due to magic, the forest beyond the gaps in the roadside trees seemed endless.

"The sacred tree itself is protected by a barrier, and even your Mahayana cultivators cannot force their way close to it."

"If you want to see the sacred tree, you can only enter from here. Stay close to me, or you'll get lost."

He coughed lightly, reminding Zhang Ze, who was lagging behind and looking around aimlessly, before continuing.

"The Sacred Tree is everything to the Barbarian Tribe. Although you may not agree, in our view, the Sacred Tree is the embodiment of the will of the Four Continents."

Zhang Ze, "Hmm?"

Dizhuomala, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ze wasn't questioning it, since it was very likely true that the Four Continents were alive, so it was reasonable for this sacred tree to be the embodiment of the Four Continents.

Changzhou is also represented by a tire.

He just suddenly had a mental lapse and remembered something else.

Zhang Ze recalled the four continents he had seen in the heavens and the location of the Sacred Tree Division. After comparing them, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the sacred tree was not below the baby, but above it.

So does that mean the heads of the Four Continents are also pointy...?

"It's alright, you can continue." Zhang Ze waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry about him.

Dizhuomala said, "In order to communicate with the sacred tree, we will select suitable candidates from various tribes to serve as the holy sons and daughters, and we will continue to screen and cultivate them."

"And finally, the most outstanding successor will be recognized by the Holy Tree as the next High Priest of the Holy Tree."

Hearing this, Zhang Ze gasped. "What about the rest? Were they killed?"

It's no wonder he thought that way; that's how it was written in novels he'd read before.

It's a bit impolite to say it directly.

Dizhuomala stopped and turned back again, looking at Zhang Ze as if he were a lunatic.

“Although I don’t want to question your mother-in-law’s judgment, I think you should be more normal,” Dizhuomala said bluntly.

"Those who are not selected will be sent home and go about their lives as usual. As for those with talent, even if they cannot become the Holy Son or Holy Daughter, they will be chosen by the esteemed officials to become successors. How could we possibly kill them all?"

Zhang Ze: "Sorry, it's mine."

After glaring at Zhang Ze again, Di Zhuomala continued.

“Five years ago, the sacred tree gave a sign, and this time, a total of four hundred people were selected. The big-tongued man you saw in the North was just one of them, just like me.”

Zhang Ze vaguely guessed the damn truth, "And then..."

"Then, before today, it was just me left, but in the end, you joined me."

Dizhuomala, who had been outmaneuvered by someone who had been parachuted in, sighed.

Zhang Ze: "You must be mistaken. I'm not a dark elf... I mean a barbarian. How could I possibly become that kind of priest?"

Dizhuomala, "The sacred tree is not wrong, nor is my mother-in-law."

"In fact, this matter was already decided several years ago, but... because of your identity, it has never been made public, and I have always just been your substitute."

"Yes, the best alternative."

"Qinghe Society?" Zhang Ze realized.

Before this, he had only come into contact with the Sacred Tree during the Qinghe Society. He used the power of the Sacred Tree to grasp the destiny of the Eastern Continent.

“Mm.” Dizhuomala nodded.

Zhang Ze: "But wasn't Xiaoxue the same? I remember she also touched the branches and leaves of the sacred tree back then."

Dizhuomara: "Lady Xiaoxue's existence is special, and she only acted as a medium. But you are different. You faced the Sacred Tree directly and even borrowed its power. Did you feel it at that time?"

Zhang Ze shook his head. If he had to say something, it would be that he felt incredibly cool at the time.

“This is the evidence.” Dizhuomala glanced at Zhang Ze with some envy.

Zhang Ze: "Then why didn't you tell me back then?"

Dizhuomala said, "Because you're from the Eastern Continent, and you've become the high priest, don't we have any dignity?"

“Originally, according to the plan, I could have been a candidate for a long time.” Dizhuomala laughed self-deprecatingly.

"My mother-in-law is prepared to wait several decades, or even several centuries. She'll wait until you become famous, until you're the best in the world and everything you do is right, until she's appeased the barbarian kings of the various tribes, before she exposes this matter."

"But... the sacred tree has encountered some problems, and Grandma and the sacred tree need your help now."

Zhang Ze: "Then what does this have to do with the navigator?"

"I don't know. This is the first time I've heard this saying. Priests are navigators. As for why, my mother-in-law didn't tell me."

"After all, I am no longer a saint... We've arrived, and Grandma is inside."

Dizhuomala shrugged and stopped in front of a golden door.

“Holy…wait, Holy Maiden? No, Lao Di, are you a woman?” Zhang Ze was startled and took two steps back.

Dizhuomala, "?"
"What about me doesn't look like a woman?"

"Can't you tell that my name is a girl's name?"

Zhang Ze: "Sorry, I can't hear it."

"To be honest, I think it sounds like the name of a water monster."

Dizhuomala, "..."

At the same time, the golden gate opened.

Even though it's the first time we've met, it's very impolite to do that.

But the embarrassed and angry Dizhuomala still kicked Zhang Ze inside.

(End of this chapter)