The third chapter update today! Working hard on the fourth one! "Ah!" The Great Sacred Tree let out an enraged roar: "You brat dare to play tricks on this venerable one!

Hand over that miraculous energy immediately! Otherwise, this venerable one will show you a thing or two?" "Heh heh! Does the venerable one want to see a thing or two?" Jun Moxie snorted, sat on this bizarre 'chair' suspended five or six zhang above the ground with his legs crossed, and swung them idly.

In his hand, with a "boom," a ball of flame darker than pitch black materialized out of thin air, burning quietly, emitting an endless power of death! Chaos Fire! A threat!

A naked, blatant threat! The Great Sacred Tree's eyeballs bulged out again, stretching once more. He could clearly sense that this seemingly insignificant black flame could easily reduce his body, which had been growing for over ten thousand years, to ashes.

Worse still, this was inside his own body; he had absolutely no room to maneuver or resist. The Seven-Colored Sacred Tree immediately shut up, showing great prudence! This resulted in that long, unbroken strand of drool—smack—falling onto the ground.

Simultaneously, his entire head became clearer, faintly showing streams running down, looking suspiciously like sweat squeezed out by fear. To think such a thing could happen—truly terrible luck! The Great Sacred Tree was on the verge of tears.

"Why did I provoke such a jinx to enter? I thought that within my domain space, I could easily melt anything in the world, so I boldly called him in for a 'talk' to ensure that miraculous energy had nowhere to hide. If the talk didn't go well, I would directly digest this brat into fertilizer, and the energy wouldn't escape either...

But now look, this little chat hasn't just been unproductive; it has placed my very life in this brat's palm... Heaven punishes the wicked, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable! An eternal, undeniable truth!

The Great Sacred Tree stared with closed lips, momentarily at a loss. Despite having over ten thousand years of life, his wisdom was still akin to that of a young child. Could one expect a child to quickly make the correct choice when facing a sudden, fatal threat?

However, Young Master Jun would be happy to provide some guidance for this "little child"! "I said, Great Sacred Tree, didn't you want to see something spectacular? Is this spectacular enough?

Is this energy miraculous enough?" Jun Moxie lowered his head, gazing at the Chaos Fire in his palm. Suddenly, he tossed it up. The Chaos Fire instantly flew into the air and ignited with a flash above.

Once separated from Jun Moxie’s hand, the power of the Chaos Fire was fully revealed. As luck would have it, those misty, seven-colored wisps floating in the space were the very essence of the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree. Though only gas, they could not escape being incinerated.

Wood fuels fire—it seemed to be the best possible kindling... "Stop! Stop it!" The Great Sacred Tree's voice had become shrill: "Junior, stop right there!" "No!" Simultaneously, a sharp pain caused all the features conjured on his face to contort violently...

"Hmm? What did you just call me, you bastard?" Jun Moxie asked softly, lightly flipping his wrist, summoning another bloom of Chaos Fire. This one was even longer-lived than the previous one.

The Great Sacred Tree was so shocked he nearly forgot the pain! Good heavens! I can't handle one, and now there's a second one!

Help! "What did I call you? 'Big Brother'..." Under extreme danger, the Great Sacred Tree finally saw reason and immediately blurted out "Big Brother." "Hmm...

Big Brother?" That felt slightly lacking in satisfaction. Young Master Jun lowered his head, looking utterly composed as he toyed with the Chaos Fire in his palm. Suddenly, he raised his hand as if about to throw it—"No!

No!" "Lord! Lord! You are my Lord, my true Lord!" The Great Sacred Tree completely capitulated...

"Who the hell is your true Lord? Lord is fine. What's this 'true Lord' nonsense?

Forget it. This Young Master is magnanimous and benevolent; I won't quibble with you over trifles..." With a casual gesture, Jun Moxie recalled the Chaos Fire floating in the air. The two flames instantly merged into one, quietly flickering in his palm...

The crisis was temporarily averted. The Great Sacred Tree finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had been so scared today that he almost wet himself—if he had any urine to begin with...

If he has sweat, perhaps he has urine too... "Lord... sob..." The Great Sacred Tree finally couldn't help but cry.

He had never seen such blatant bullying, or rather, tree-bullying... "Hmm. Could you please retract your eyeballs before speaking to me?

It's making me uncomfortable." Jun Moxie leisurely crossed his legs and pointed a finger at the two massive eyeballs suspended before him. It had to be said, having those two things hanging there was quite unnerving. The Great Sacred Tree instantly understood.

With a whoosh, the two eyeballs retracted. Immediately, his root-covered face adopted a fawning expression: "My Lord, do you have any further commands?" Hearing the intimate address of 'My Lord,' Young Master Jun felt speechless again: "I say... you've lived for over ten thousand years.

Even if your temper isn't like a child's, how can you possess absolutely no backbone?" Young Master Jun was truly at a loss dealing with this weak-willed thing. Most powerful experts have their own principles. But this tree, the moment it faced a threat, immediately resorted to calling him 'Lord'...

The Great Sacred Tree was also speechless internally. You drilled into my vital core and then pulled out a terrifying flame that can incinerate me in an instant, yet you shamelessly forced me to call you Lord. I did it under duress, appeasing you, and now you accuse me of lacking integrity?

What exactly do you want me to do? Why are you so hard to please? I want integrity, but damn it, if I only cared about integrity...

my life would be forfeit... I’ve lived over ten thousand years—haven't I suffered enough? "My Lord...

integrity is certainly important..." The Great Sacred Tree carefully chose his words, his face crumpled: "...but a life... is even more important!" "So that's how it is." Jun Moxie looked at him with disappointment: "You creatures born outside the conventional paths! You've received so little education!

If you abandon integrity just because your life is important, what meaning is there in living? Can't you have goals? Aspirations?

Even a modicum of dignity?" The Great Sacred Tree kept nodding in agreement outwardly. Inwardly, he felt extremely wronged: If a knife were held to your neck, I'd like to see how you maintain your integrity! Damn you, it’s easy to talk about standing tall when you aren't the one facing imminent death.

I’ve met shameless people, but never someone this utterly shameless... "Didn't you say there were several other Seven-Colored Sacred Trees here? Why is only your esteemed self here now?

Where are the others?" Jun Moxie sighed. He could tell that discussing integrity with this fellow was like whistling to an ox. Fortunately, he hadn't come here for moral enlightenment, or this thing might have angered him to death.

But perhaps this was for the best, saving him a lot of trouble... "Where would there be any? It has always just been me here!" The Great Sacred Tree was momentarily stunned, then he understood what Jun Moxie meant: "You mean those few they cultivated?" "Exactly." Jun Moxie nodded.

"Pah! How dare those worthless things be called Seven-Colored Sacred Trees?" The Great Sacred Tree instantly became a bit spirited. Compared to them, he felt his own greatness and uniqueness again: "Those few trees were merely new shoots growing from my roots—at best, they are my descendants.

They possess no miraculous properties whatsoever. Even if they grew for ten thousand years, they could never bear Sacred Fruit! They lack the necessary function, and I already devoured them..." "Devoured them?!

Damn it all!" Jun Moxie was dumbfounded. This thing was so heartless... to devour even its own progeny!

... "Oh? If what you say is true, then there will never be a second Seven-Colored Sacred Tree in the entire world?" Jun Moxie blinked.

"That's not entirely certain. If I were willing... Ah, it’s actually quite simple: cultivating a Seven-Colored Sacred Tree is not an easy feat.

Without enduring thousands of years of wind and frost... how can it mature? A Sacred Tree...

is naturally unique..." Halfway through his sentence, the Great Sacred Tree changed his tune, shaking his head with a profound air: "A Sacred Tree is a great tree; a great tree transforms into an old tree; only by weathering the storms can it become a towering tree..." This thing could even compose poetry! And manage rhyme too! Young Master Jun truly had to see him in a new light...

"Is there truly no way to cultivate a second Seven-Colored Sacred Tree?" Young Master Jun's voice took on a dangerous edge. The Chaos Fire in his hand was tossed up and down again, accompanied by a tone of regret: "Alas... then keeping you is rather useless for me...

My intent coming here today was precisely to transplant one. But you are so enormous, I can't possibly take you away. If I can't transplant you, it means I am fated never to obtain a Seven-Colored Sacred Tree.

Unacceptable! If I can't have this good thing, why should anyone else possess it? Since you claim to be the only one, I might as well destroy you.

Let's call it quits; after today, the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree will become history, belonging to no one..." Saying this, he let out a cold snort and prepared to toss the Chaos Fire in his hand up... Young Master Jun was someone with incredibly sharp perception! As soon as the Sacred Tree spoke, he had already determined that the key to cultivating a new Seven-Colored Sacred Tree lay with this Sacred Tree itself, but this fellow was clearly being dishonest...

But I am inside your heart right now—if you're dishonest, what use is it? "Don't touch me, Lord! Lord, you are the Lord, aren't you?

Please, don't start the fire!" The Great Sacred Tree's voice cracked, and a veritable waterfall of sweat instantly erupted on its face: "We are on the same side, Lord! We can discuss anything; everything is negotiable..." "Who is on the same side as you? And negotiable my foot!

Since you can't give me a Sacred Tree, and I can't take you away—what is there for us to discuss?" Young Master Jun's voice was vicious, glaring menacingly: "Since it's impossible, let's call it quits! Damn it, neither of us gets anything!"

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