CHAPTER 522: CHAPTER 226 WORLD EARTH VEIN EXTREME POINT_2

After all, the temptation was overwhelming.

Therefore, the Nascent Soul cultivators from the Wu and Feng families not only divided into groups to watch each other, but also frequently teamed up interchangeably, gathering periodically.

After all, it took time to condense the Earth Vein Pearls continuously.

Even for their own people, they weren’t at ease; even less so for the Nascent Souls from other families.

However, these Nascent Souls had implicitly formed an alliance.

At this time, internal conflict was unsuitable, so these Nascent Soul cultivators cooperated quite well, granting peace of mind to the Wu and Feng families by giving up their chances to condense the Earth Vein Pearls.

As a result, all the powerful individuals returned, paying attention at most to the outer city while in the inner city.

Anything further away was beyond reach.

Thus, one could imagine what was happening outside.

"Hehe! As expected." White Bone Young Master was healing.

He deliberately posed as White Bone Scholar, but even so, he had been having an extremely tough time these days.

Although he managed to kill a few Nascent Souls from small factions, the losses were even greater for him.

Not to mention his own injuries, even his beauties were heavily wounded, with only one surviving, while the rest were all dead.

The loss of other subordinates, resources, and magical treasures was even more appalling.

If this continued, he might even perish here.

Using the White Bone Beauty Painting as an aid wasn’t an easy task; it wasn’t just about time but also required a lot of resources.

Luckily, the plan succeeded.

The Nascent Souls had retreated.

Soon, a large number of villages and small towns were wiped out.

Many days had passed since the inner city stabilized, and they had sent out another squad of Nascent Souls.

Without the core members from the two families, they stationed themselves in the inner city.

The number had greatly reduced, but these Nascent Souls weren’t fools and generally didn’t travel alone, instead moving in groups.

As a result, their own safety was ensured, but the effect of hunting the Demon Dao was limited.

Small Knife ignored all of this, busy with his own affairs.

No matter what losses occurred here, so be it.

Time passed bit by bit.

On Small Knife’s side, due to this clue about the Earth Vein Extreme Point, his Heavenly Dao personal space had thoroughly analyzed it and deduced several small methods, mastering various techniques to harness the Earth Vein Extreme Point.

As for the Tree-man Mini World,

Slutty Mouth had become a prominent figure.

He relied on a dozen production lines, continuously producing Mechanical Wolves for sale.

Not only did his reputation rise, but he also made a significant profit.

Even some major players started sourcing from him, including those just below the Master of the World, known as the Player King, the Great Lord, the top-tier player occupying the World Earth Vein Extreme Point.

Each of his subordinates had a large number of players and numerous Daoist Soldier Tree-men, their forces defying nature.

Even they found the Mechanical Wolves useful.

This day, a Chief Steward, under the Player King’s charge, cloaked in grandeur, came to visit him.

Slutty Mouth was stunned, feeling a bit nervous yet excited; the opportunity had come.

Whether it would be a blessing or a curse depended on this moment.

He had always tread carefully in this Tree-man Mini World, fearing discovery.

His initial mission was to acquire the Tree Heart.

Without killing the players of this world.

If he did kill, depending on their level and strength, it would take a certain amount of time.

During this time, he would be exposed to the enemies, especially under the gaze of the Master of the World, making it almost impossible to survive that long.

With the Tree Heart, he could hide temporarily, but as time went on, he needed more Tree Hearts.

If it weren’t for the later sale of the Mechanical Beasts, Slutty Mouth wouldn’t have remained in hiding.

Now hiding one player like him consumed resources a hundred times that of a newcomer.

As time elapsed, the demands kept increasing.

Despite having numerous production lines and calling many tree-man players his brothers, making a good profit,

if his identity was exposed, there would be only one outcome.

All this income would naturally become the enemy’s spoils of war.

Despite any gains, Slutty Mouth couldn’t take them back to his own world.

As long as he couldn’t take them back, they all belonged to the enemy.

If handled well, he could be the first under the Master of the World, and enjoying exquisite pleasures wouldn’t be a problem.

If not, everything would be lost.

Even if his father was considerate, he’d still be only at the same level as the Four Major Forces at best.

Slutty Mouth had great ambitions.

Yes, his biggest dream was to show off in front of Young Master Dai and the others.

While appearing unimpressive,

just thinking about their astonished faces thrilled him, making his body tremble with excitement.

It felt so good, overwhelmingly good.

Suddenly, it was as if he’d taken a dose of adrenaline, his whole being was filled with Power.

Since entering the game, aside from his father, Master Blade, who was unmatched,

his greatest wish, even in dreams, was to surpass Young Master Dai and the others and see their shocked expressions.

Brimming with fighting spirit, Slutty Mouth prepared himself.

Soon afterward, he smoothly met the Grand Steward.

This player had Third Realm power and reportedly condensed several Tree Hearts placed on different Ancient Trees.

Thus, with these Tree Hearts, he possessed multiple lives.

Killing him would be extremely difficult.

Of course, upon reaching the Third Realm, thanks to the traits of Cui Wood Divine Skills, the steward’s Lifespan was extraordinarily long.

Yes, Slutty Mouth naturally wouldn’t do such a thing; he considered himself a cultured person.

However, he had already reached his limits; to advance and reach the Fourth Realm, Unity of Nine Hearts was needed.

A Lifespan comparable to ten thousand years was still unattainable in this world, except for a select few.

The Master of the World did not count, and even the Great Lord could achieve it.

They depended on the Earth Vein Extreme Point to reach Half-Step Fourth Realm; not to mention Unity of Nine Hearts, a ten-thousand-year Lifespan was still feasible.

The Tree-men’s long lives seemed to delay their actions, giving them an air of nonchalance.

The Grand Steward and Slutty Mouth had a pleasant conversation, quickly sealing a contract; the former needed a large batch of Mechanical Beasts.

Of course, Slutty Mouth also gained vast tracts of surrounding land with usage rights for a full ten thousand years.

The conversation enjoyable, they drank a little wine.

The Grand Steward admired Slutty Mouth, acting quite brotherly with him.

After they drank enough, the Grand Steward, deemed the top figure under the Player King, finally revealed his true intention.

He wanted to purchase Slutty Mouth’s mechanical beast production line.

Hearing this, Slutty Mouth’s face changed dramatically.

"Everyone else thinks you acquired the Skill Book for manufacturing mechanical beasts, but our Great Lord knows you obtained the Skill Book for production lines, truly a stroke of luck."

Revealing Slutty Mouth’s secret, it took quite some time for him to react, his expression brilliantly colorful.

Seeing this, the Grand Steward chuckled as he watched.

Everything was within his grasp.

He knew his boss well, someone who muddled through life, indulging in the joy of becoming a giant tree.

Even if he knew, he wasn’t very interested.

But now, sparing no effort, there must be the Master of the World’s intentions behind it.

So, sorry kid, your production line is destined to be handed over.

It depends on whether you’re sensible or not.

"So it has been discovered. I anticipated this day, but I didn’t expect it so soon." After calming down, Slutty Mouth said with a wry smile.

"So you understand, this thing you can’t keep. You might as well get a good price." The Grand Steward said with a light smile.

Slutty Mouth bitterly laughed and said, "I understand; that’s why I’ve thought it through for a long time: I want a Lifespan of ten thousand years; only that is worth everything to me."

The Grand Steward’s face changed, responding directly, "Impossible!"

To achieve a ten-thousand-year Lifespan, one must break through to the Third Realm and reach Half-Step Fourth Realm.

Accomplishing that required leaning on the Earth Vein Extreme Point, consuming enormous resources, rendering it near useless for a hundred years at least.

The Grand Steward dreamed of such a reward but hadn’t achieved it yet.

Why would he let a lucky little guy have this chance?

Moreover, occupying the Earth Vein Extreme Point for a century would significantly impact a vast surrounding forest area.

The implications were monumental.

Yes, most significantly, losing the Earth Vein Extreme Point for a hundred years would leave the Great Lord without reliance; without the Earth Vein Extreme Point, he’d be just at Fourth Realm strength, vulnerable to being surrounded and killed, while leveraging the Earth Vein Extreme Point, he could exhibit Fifth Realm Nascent Soul combat power.

Therefore, virtually no one, especially the Great Lord, would willingly surrender it.

Thus, the Grand Steward coldly laughed,

This isn’t just impossible; it’s utterly impossible.

Who’d willingly step down from ruling the Earth Vein Extreme Point to become a mere Great Lord?

Saying it’s a hundred years, would they genuinely step down when the time came?