The Plant Master Becomes A Mute Sub-Beast: Farming And Laying Eggs Chapter 115: The Glowing Plant

A fine drizzle fluttered outside, and the wild peach trees planted in the tribe had blood, their vibrant pink coloring a corner of the sky.

Kaelen sat in the house, staring blankly at the pages of a book, his entire being in a daze. All search efforts had been in vain; his initial tearful anxiety had gradually turned into a numb stupor.

Because too many things had happened, the mating ceremony was also canceled.

Everyone was busy repairing the tribe. Occasionally, clansn carrying materials would pass by the administrative area and gaze inside. Within the spacious room, Kaelen sat blankly at the desk, holding a book, but it had been a very long ti since he flipped a page.

A middle-aged beastman couldn’t hold back and blurted out: "Little Priest!"

Startled by this call, his drifting soul was pulled back. He looked at the few clansn standing outside, put the book down, stood up, walked out the door, and asked: "Um, do you need sothing from ?"

The middle-aged beastman flushed slightly, humming and hawing for a long while before uttering a sentence:

"Rest assured, Little Priest, the child will definitely be found." Then he nodded firmly as if to reassure himself, continuing: "We will definitely work hard, gather a lot of resources, to compensate you and the Chief with the grandest mating ceremony in the history of the Beastman continent!"

Kaelen was slightly stunned, then his eyes grew hot. He sniffled: "Thank you, everyone. You don’t need to worry about , go do your work. It’s easy to get sick in this damp weather, so rember to take care of your health."

Clansn uneasily reminded Kaelen for a long while. After all, even if Kaelen was the Priest of the tribe, a wise and benevolent Sage, he was still just a young Sub-Beast; in the eyes of the adults in the tribe, he was still a child who needed protection.

Kaelen smiled, listening to every piece of advice. When everyone left, he returned to his seat, the numbness in his eyes slightly fading. He picked up a pen, writing down the plans he needed to do in the near future. After writing for a while, it was noon; Kaelen took the two eggs and headed toward the tribe’s cafeteria.

For the past few days, Sane had been running around outside, rarely at ho. Since his mood wasn’t good, Kaelen didn’t feel like cooking either.

"Little Priest, there’s crispy fried Linh fish today; I saved the largest portion for you."

Felines loved eating fish, and Kaelen was no exception. He nodded, reaching out to take the wooden food tray, and chose a quiet, well-lit spot to eat. The crispy, flaky Linh fish lted in his mouth, and Kaelen ate very happily. His mood affected the two eggs; the little ones swayed left and right.

[This is great, Papa is finally happy again.]

[Second Brother, I think I can sense Oldest Brother’s location, but I don’t know how to tell Papa.]

The green-spotted egg was also confused; he didn’t know what to do either.

[Should we break our shells early?]

[We can’t, not enough energy...]

Seeing the two eggs that were vigorously swaying suddenly beco still, Kaelen smiled faintly. Perhaps the little ones were tired from playing. He subconsciously thought of his eldest child again...

He wondered where the little boy was right now, whether he was caught in the rain, or suffering from hunger and cold?

Kaelen sighed, transmitting a bit of his Wood-elent Magical Energy into the two eggs. The two eggs wiggled slightly, then lay still again.

The eldest child that Kaelen missed so much was currently perched arrogantly on Wofu’s head, casually absorbing his spatial-elent Magical Energy. The energy within Wofu’s body was too abundant, causing his sea of consciousness to be chaotic. Edward’s freeloading action just happened to help Wofu stabilize the excess energy.

"Stop here, one group stay behind to set up camp and start a fire, the healthy beastn follow to hunt."

Wofu ordered indifferently, then strode away, leading people toward the nearby forest. At this ti, the snow had just lted, and everywhere was a muddy ss. Disgusted, he shook the mud off his feet, then looked up to assess this forest. There were many edible things in this forest. Don’t ask how Wofu knew; the voice in his head told him so.

He didn’t participate in the hunt; he only stood aside observing, occasionally instructing the group of young beastn on how to coordinate their formation. Under his guidance, the initially clumsy young beastn gradually beca more stable, and their coordination also beca smoother. Looking at the amount of prey they hunted, he nodded in satisfaction.

"You two, co here, pull these things up and bring them back."

He pointed at so wild vegetables, ordering people to pull them up and bring them back. As the hunting team passed by a massive ancient tree, the egg on Wofu’s head imdiately spun around, twisting Wofu’s hair into a knot, then leaned in one direction. Wofu cried out in pain, unable to resist clutching his head:

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! You brat, what the hell are you doing?!!"

The egg continued to play deaf, pulling Wofu’s hair and leaning in one direction. After being pulled two or three tis, Wofu seed to understand sothing: "You an to go in that direction? Is there sothing over there?"

An egg naturally couldn’t answer him, so he had to turn back and order the group:

"Wait for here."

After speaking, he strode toward the direction the egg pointed.

The mbers of the hunting team began whispering to each other:

"I’ve wanted to ask for a while now, what kind of egg is that on the Divine Envoy’s head? He’s a Beastman’s egg, right?"

"How should I know? I can’t even sense the energy. But being so sentient, he must be a beast cub."

"Which clan’s egg is that? The child looks so strange."

A young beastman glanced in the direction Wofu had just gone, then turned to his companions and said: "Stop casually speculating about the origin of that egg. For the cub to appear alongside the Divine Envoy, he’s definitely not ordinary. We just need to revere the little one the sa way we revere the Divine Envoy."

The group swallowed hard and imdiately nodded. They really had so nerve, daring to discuss the Divine Envoy’s affairs; they were truly tired of living.

The Divine Envoy and the Divine Egg ntioned by the group were currently swinging on a tree. The target was a glowing plant that emitted pale green light spots, growing amidst the rough bark of the ancient tree. Just as Wofu plucked the glowing plant, a large snake erged out of nowhere, opening its bloody red mouth toward him.

He gave a cold snort; his figure flickered slightly, and he was already standing on the ground. That snake had also been decapitated, its tail incessantly thrashing on the ground. The egg had rolled from his head down to Wofu’s shoulder. If the child could grow eyes, he would definitely be staring fixedly at this glowing plant.

Sothing that emitted light and was guarded by a wild beast was definitely not ordinary. No wonder this strange egg insisted on getting the plant. Wofu looked at the glowing plant in his hand, then at the egg, and quickly opened his mouth, intending to stuff the plant right in.

The egg imdiately flew up and slamd straight into Wofu’s mouth, snatching the glowing plant. Both the egg and the plant rolled a few tis on the ground, then rolled back. The little egg stood blocking the glowing plant, all the scales on his surface bristling up.

[Bad uncle, this is for little brother! You are not allowed to eat it!] If the egg grew arms and legs, he would definitely spread his legs wide, put one hand on his hip, and point at Wofu’s face while scolding him fiercely.

He couldn’t hear what the egg was saying, but he knew the brat was cursing him right now. He rubbed his cheek that hurt from being slamd into, feeling a few teeth in his mouth loosen. He glared, bared his teeth, and said: "You stinky brat! Do you believe I’ll boil you alive and eat you with salt?!"

The egg bristled his scales again, swaying left and right as if saying, ’If you’re so tough, bring it on.’ Wofu gave a cold snort, bent down, and picked up the filthy egg along with the equally filthy plant, bringing them to a nearby stagnant water puddle to wash them clean.

"Hmph, I am an adult, I won’t lower myself to argue with an unhatched egg."

The egg stared fixedly at Wofu. After he washed the plant clean and stuffed it into his animal skin pouch, the little boy felt reassured and hopped back onto Wofu’s head, flattening his white hair. Wofu said in disgust:

"Get off right now, you got my hair all wet."

Naturally, the little brat didn’t bother to react at all.

He bared his teeth and growled a few threats, but eventually resigned himself to his fate, carrying the egg on his head as he went to drag the large snake’s corpse back.

He didn’t know if the egg was his child, but since this brat was so insolent, once the cub hatched, he would definitely smack his butt to pieces!