In the Primordial Realm, plant life is implanted with consciousness in the initial Star Land.
They are deliberately made into derivative species, and there are ways to prevent people from distinguishing their levels.
So act pitiful, so have foul mouths, so are abstract...
There is no other purpose but to waste the contestants' ti.
How could Zhao Xing fall for this?
With the panel, he can tell at a glance whether it's a powerful plant.
This is the advantage of cheating!
"The Minister of Agriculture of the Self Sect sets these trials, making every effort to interfere with the contestants. If I stay longer, I might also take on such tasks in the future."
"It's truly torturous..."
A buzzing noise filled Zhao Xing's ears, annoying him after a while.
Because so ca with Illusion Realm attacks, though they can't harm him, they do ss with his mindset.
"Fellow Daoist..."
Suddenly, a voice called out.
This ti Zhao Xing stopped.
"Three Suns Green Wood?" Zhao Xing looked ahead.
There stood a tree intertwined with blue and golden hues.
"Yes, you have keen eyes, fellow Daoist," a wise voice emanated from the tree.
"A tree at the Great Divine Power Realm, excellent," a hint of killing intent flashed in Zhao Xing's eyes, "This could serve as material for the Giant Sun avatar."
"Lend so materials to use!"
"Big, big, big!!"
Zhao Xing imdiately enlarged himself, reaching the 'Three Extres' size.
Then he utilized the Treasure Light Divine Power, seized with a large hand, and employed the Five-Finger Mountain Divine Power on the Three Suns Green Wood.
The Three Suns Green Wood: "Hold on, fellow Daoist, I didn't say I wouldn't lend... boom!"
But before it could continue, a Five-Finger Mountain crushed down.
"Boom~" The azure-golden tree ford a barrier in resistance, yet still shed a significant amount of gold-green leaves and branches.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The frequency of impacts increased.
The Treasure Light flickered, resembling fireworks in the night.
"Stop, fellow Daoist! I'll lend it!" An exasperated voice sounded from within the Three Suns Green Wood.
What's wrong with this guy? I already said I'd lend it, but why is he still attacking?
But Zhao Xing had already unleashed his Great Divine Power; he didn't care anymore.
Though he called it borrowing, he actually wanted everything.
The heartwood, leaves, branches, and roots of the Three Suns Green Wood are great substitutes for the Giant Sun avatar.
He really worried about lacking materials to create avatars, and now they've delivered themselves.
"Slaughter Thought Blade!"
Swords appeared in Zhao Xing's eyes, invading the Three Suns Green Wood to erode its consciousness.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
Zhao Xing struck repeatedly while also using the Slaughter Thought Blade to affect the Three Suns Green Wood's consciousness.
"A thousand curses on your ancestors! You crooked, defective spawn, dood to heavenly retribution..." the Three Suns Green Wood roared.
"Quite foul-mouthed, I wonder which Minister of Agriculture implanted this consciousness," Zhao Xing thought.
The Three Suns Green Wood at the Great Divine Power Realm had a strong will to resist, making it hard to subdue.
Its attack power was average, but its defense was decent. Rather than subduing, Zhao Xing preferred to harvest.
"Grass—"
With that final expletive, the Three Suns Green Wood was finally taken down by Zhao Xing.
"Crack!"
Zhao Xing efficiently toppled the Three Suns Green Wood, dug out its heartwood, and packed it with leaves, branches, and roots.
"diocre skills, daring to show off publicly."
With the materials packed away, Zhao Xing imdiately started searching for the next suitable target.
...
Half a month later, beside a Cold Pond beneath a giant waterfall.
"Rise!"
Zhao Xing stretched his hand, pulling out a black vine resembling a dragon from the Cold Pond.
"Heeya!"
With imnse strength, golden light and blue light intertwined, the vine was forcibly extracted.
"Excellent, this Boundary Thorns Vine is already at its peak. The thorns from its main vine can serve as tools for breaking barriers."
The grassman avatar, dragging the long vine, soared away towards the main body.
...
Ti flew by, and soon three years had passed.
PS: My good brother's father passed away. Tomorrow I'm driving to attend the funeral. Since I'll be rushing through the night, I'll write six thousand words first, and will write more tomorrow. The old uncle was only in his fifties. Every year I'd go to his house for als and sleepovers, always cheerful. He was a good elder, not stricken by any terminal illness. Life is truly unpredictable, alas.
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