Chapter 706: Chapter 403 Enough to Eat for a Year_1
The people of the Goddess of Beauty City walked out the next day, only to find a new forest outside the city. It wasn’t the kind of reforestation project implemented by the elves before, instead it was a dense, unscathed forest.
This forest revolved around a World Tree, countless towering trees embellished within it. Almost no one had ever seen this kind of giant tree, only the God of Arbitration might recognize it – it was a Divine Wood.
The very same Divine Wood that was planted in the Square of the Gods was being cultivated by Ange, and spread all over the forest. Along with the Divine Wood came the Elf Beans.
Sturdy Elf Bean Vines intertwined around the tall Divine Woods grimed fully with dense Elf Beans. It seemed as if the trees were donning a green robe made of beans, one big fluff ball.
In the past, Ange harvested Elf Beans by count, however, now just one Divine Wood was wrapped around millions of Elf Beans. The far reaching Divine Wood, that many beans could probably feed all the inhabitants of the dimension for a year.
This was not a normal yield; without a Faith Storm, it would be absolutely impossible to stimulate this many Elf Beans overnight.
But it’s not just Elf Beans and Divine Wood. In the space between the Divine Woods was filled with all kinds of crops; there were grains, fruit trees, flowers, magical plants, medicinal materials and even ‘Gods’.
A few God Flowers blossomed at the foot of the World Tree, nurtured within was a strong divine spirit.
A golden book flew over, upon opening its pages, it snapped up the divine spirit within it. Negris’s voice echoed from the book, “You should thank me, without me, once these divine spirits matured, you won’t know where to put them.”
No one paid any attention to it as everyone was busy with the rapid gathering of Elf Beans. The big cat was called back, it was the keenest participant. Its pudgy figure scurrying around on the vine, its claws dancing around so fast they were practically invisible.
However, the number of Elf Beans was just too high, and the big cat was not enough. Everyone had to enter the battlefield.
A Tree Herder, wrapped in a fur skirt, twisted and turned its way forward. As it passed by, the dense crops gently parted, opening up an unobstructed pathway.
The Tree Herder first ran to the base of the Tree of Life, looking up at the huge tree.
Observing the road it had walked on, Negris asked with some confusion, “Why did you walk in from outside? Can’t you move between the World Trees? Kvada, who hung a grass skirt on you again?”
The Tree Herder replied, “A child holding a straw owl, does it look good?” As it spoke, it twisted its waist.
Negris held his forehead, it seemed that the God of Life didn’t care much about the image, fine, as long as it didn’t mind.
The Tree Herder continued to say, “This one won’t do, this one belongs to it.”
Negris was taken aback by these words, “Are you saying that you cannot transfer to this World Tree? Because this World Tree belongs to the Little Sapling?”
The Tree Herder nodded.
“But, all the other World Trees also belong to the Little Sapling, what’s the difference?” Negris asked in confusion.
The Tree Herder shook his head, “They’re all my children, this one is its main body.”
“Main body?” Negris was taken aback by the towering giant tree that probably dwarfed only to the Tree of Life in size. He then glanced at the Little Sapling on Ange’s head with only a few true leaves, he couldn’t possibly connect the two together.
The Little Sapling flapped its true leaf, sending out an enthusiastic message towards the Elf Beans: Forcefully– Grow– Forcefully– Grow—
The Elf Bean Vine grew rapidly.
Out of breath, Ange grabbed the flower pot and twisted it back, only to see this stupid sapling stimulating the vine growth when he was busy with harvesting. The vine almost wrapped around Ange’s leg bone.
The sapling being twisted behind Ange’s head was confused for a moment. Then it saw the twisting Tree Herder coming over, it happily waved its true leaves: Forcefully– Grow– Forcefully—Grow—
The Tree Herder’s face bloomed with a smile. Lamp! It grew a leaf on its head in response.
After teasing the Little Sapling with the Tree Herder for a while, it finally spoke to Ange, “Why not let it do the picking?”
Ange paused for a moment, and then said, “It’s stupid, only knows how to stimulate.”
The Tree Herder shook his head or should it be called treetop? Making a rustling noise that sounded like water entering his brain, “I’ll teach, It will know.”
Ange plucked the Little Sapling off his head, staring at it. The Little Sapling twisted its stem and leaves, radiating perplexed information.
“Pick, the beans.” Ange pointed at the Elf Beans as he held up the object in his hand.
The Little Sapling immediately started shaking its True Leaf: Pick—the beans—Pick—the beans—
The wind started blowing, rustling the leaves of the grand World Tree above.
All the Elf Bean Vines started moving, extending to the ground in front of them. The Elf Beans on the vines automatically fell off. In no time at all, the Elf Beans piled up into a small mountain on the ground.
No need to pluck them manually now, just use a bag to collect them. This way was quicker since magic could be used.
In a few moments, they had harvested tens of thousands of tons of Elf Beans, and according to the prescription of three a day per person, these beans will last all the humans, elves, and dwarfs in the plane for about 400 days.
In other words, Ange had planted enough food in a night for the entire plane to survive a year.
Negris couldn’t hold back his comments: “Did this Faith Storm come to bring you a gift?”
The big cat jumped in front of Ange and forcefully pawed the ground: “Roar!”
The rapid harvesting of the Elf Beans had left the cat most disgruntled, as it meant less payment for picking.
Ange tossed a bag of Elf Beans to it, temporarily pacifying the cat.
“So, now, we’ve weathered the Faith Storm, correct? Everyone’s alright?” Negris asked, glancing at the Goddess of Redemption.
The Goddess of Redemption nodded, rolling up her sleeve to reveal her white arm. During the onslaught of the Faith Storm, her arms had turned to ash, but now they were as good as new.
“Since everyone’s fine, there’s one last problem: Will the Faith Storm return in a thousand years?”
Negris’s question seemed to remind Ange of something. Startled, Ange quickly collected all the Elf Beans, pulled out the Staff of Heaven, and opened a portal.
“Hey, where are you going?” Negris quickly followed.
Durken, Great Sage, and Anthony exchanged glances, and hastily followed as well.
The Tree Herder stood still for a moment before twisting away.
Left behind, the demure Goddess of Redemption breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around, flew up, and swung her hand down, chopping off a branch from the Divine Wood.
“All my equipment has been taken, you’ll have to do. I’ll craft you into a godly staff. So much Divine Wood, sprouted in a single night, it’s ridiculous,” The Goddess of Redemption said, gleefully. As she slid her hand along the staff, the branch glowed with a golden light.
After crafting the staff, the Goddess of Redemption couldn’t help but try it out. With a swing, a soft hum sounded, and all the plants before her were shattered by an invisible force, their juices splattering everywhere.
The wind gently rustled, the World Tree above them making a rustling sound.
Suddenly, the Goddess of Redemption felt her foot tighten, and she fell over as something wound around her leg and started dragging her rapidly somewhere else.
The Goddess of Redemption quickly struck down with her godly staff, hitting something hard but failing to break it.
So she was dragged quite a distance. Dragged to the edge of the forest, something threw her out with all its might.
With nothing to obstruct her view, the Goddess of Redemption could finally see what had dragged and thrown her. It was a thick vine.
Remembering the words of the Tree Herder, the Goddess of Redemption immediately realized who the vine belonged to. It was from Ange’s pot of Little Sapling, Kvada. Swearing, she ran off hastily.
Atop Ange’s head, the Little Sapling waved its True Leaf in anger: Hmph—Hmph—
Ange glanced at it, paid it no further mind, and headed straight for the sky. Flying through the defenses of the Heaven Fortress, and arriving in the void outside. He then walked on the void and rushed toward the slender thing in the distance.
“Is he going to Eternity Road? Along this road to find what caused the Red Star explosion?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.
Durken and others exchanged uncertain glances. What if the actual culprit behind the Red Star explosion was the Undead King?