The exclamations from Qian Renxue and Jin Yue'er were like heavenly music to Chrysanthemum Douluo's ears.
He elegantly set down several cups of flower tea.
Chrysanthemum Douluo straightened up, looked at his good partner Ghost Douluo, and invited, "You old ghost, come take a look. It's a beautiful sight you've never witnessed in your life."
"Hmph, I'll take a look then."
Ghost Douluo nodded slightly. He was also very curious about what this Chrysanthemum had been up to for the past year, always disappearing in his spare time.
When they met again for work, Chrysanthemum, who was supposed to be a neat freak, always had a foul smell on him.
At first, he thought His Holiness the Pope had sent him out to do some dirty, tiring work. He even felt a wave of pity and sympathy for him.
Now, it seemed his sympathy was unnecessary.
Chrysanthemum was clearly enjoying himself.
Ghost Douluo stood up and strolled out with Chrysanthemum Douluo.
The moment he looked up, Ghost Douluo froze on the spot.
He couldn't help but blink, suspecting he was seeing things.
You must know, he didn't even blink when he killed people.
But under his focused inspection, the life aura of the entire tree was completely unified!
Those flowers!
They were actually, truly, genuinely growing on this one tree!
It was simply unbelievable!
Chrysanthemum Douluo took a delicate sniff of the hundred flowers' fragrance, utterly intoxicated.
He propped his elbow on Ghost Douluo's shoulder and teased, "Old ghost, what do you think of this Hundred Flowers Tree?"
"..."
Ghost Douluo opened his mouth but then closed it, at a loss for words.
He didn't know what words to use to describe something that so defied common sense.
After mulling it over for a long time, he only managed to utter two words.
"Truly strange."
"Strange? Not at all. This is the most wonderful work of art!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo raised his arms, unable to hold back his praise.
His eyes were filled with obsession.
Just then, a fierce gust of wind swept through.
The hundred flowers on the Hundred Flowers Tree trembled, and petals fell in droves.
Carried by the wind!
They converged into a 'downpour' of a thousand different kinds of petals.
Those colorful petals traced graceful arcs in the air, in the wind, like Multicolor Auspicious Clouds, drifting lightly down to cover the ground.
"Haha... It's raining petals! It's so beautiful!"
Jin Yue'er's face lit up with joy, and she couldn't help but dance around. She reached out her hands, wanting to hold onto the splendor of the flowers in that moment.
"..."
Qian Renxue extended her hands, accepting the baptism of a myriad of purples and reds.
Even the scorching sunlight seemed to soften.
Her violet eyes turned to Ye Tian, who was also bathing in the rain of flowers beside her.
Her heart was a bundle of confusion.
The tree might have been nurtured by Chrysanthemum Douluo, but this idea was definitely not his handiwork!
Qian Renxue wasn't sure.
Just how many more shocks would Ye Tian bring her?
At this very moment, the Ye Tian in Qian Renxue's eyes was more dazzling than all the surrounding purples and reds.
More captivating than these 'Multicolor Auspicious Clouds'!
"..."
Ghost Douluo silently picked up a chrysanthemum petal that had landed on his shoulder. A stiff smile gradually formed on his lips—faint, yet real.
He had come here to admire the flowers so many times, but this was the only time he could empathize with Chrysanthemum Douluo and experience the beauty of these flowers.
Ghost Douluo looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose face was tilted upward.
He knew.
The other man must be thinking of his long-deceased older sister again.
As the rain of flowers surged, a single hot tear quietly fell with the petals to the ground.
"Hoo—"
Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a long, turbid breath, and the petals covering his face scattered.
His eyes, filled with gratitude, turned to Ye Tian.
"Little Tian, what do you think?"
"..."
As Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice fell, the air fell silent.
Ye Tian gave no response.
"Pfft!"
Jin Yue'er spat out a sweet-tasting petal from her mouth and looked at Ye Tian curiously.
Among everyone present, she was probably the only one who was simply appreciating the splendor of this downpour.
"Hm?"
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo froze simultaneously.
They saw that at this very moment, under their watchful eyes, Ye Tian was standing under the tree.
In his hand, he held a beige Dream Epiphyllum that had fallen from the tree.
His eyes were lowered.
An inexplicable aura of peace emanated from him, as if he was meant to be standing right there, having already merged with the surrounding environment.
Suddenly, Ye Tian twirled the white flower and smiled in sudden realization.
The well-rounded, natural disposition about him gradually elevated, gaining a sense of transcendence.
Though he was not old, he gave off a feeling of worldly wisdom and thorough understanding, which was exceedingly strange.
"The fragrance of flowers drifts past the heart, and the spirit of Zen reveals itself naturally... The ancients truly did not deceive me."
All was silent.
Only Ye Tian's low murmur flowed clearly under the Hundred Flowers Tree.
When truly immersed in this sea of purples and reds, how could the hearts of mortals, trapped in the mundane world and full of desires and restlessness, not be moved?
In Ye Tian's eyes, the cascade of a hundred flowers was a dance where they ignited their beauty to the extreme at the cost of their lives!
This dance was contrary to his own pursuit of immortality...
Yet, it was also his second choice.
Ye Tian slowly raised his head.
He looked at the giant Hundred Flowers Tree, still lush with red flowers and green leaves, and smiled with relief.
"Flowers bloom and fall, and so do people."
"If immortality is ultimately hard to find, then to have bloomed with abandon is not to have lived in vain..."
The extremely soft murmur grew quieter and quieter.
But Qian Renxue, standing beside him, heard every single word.
Instantly, she looked at Ye Tian as if he were a celestial being!
Pursuing immortality?
Was this Ye Tian's ambition?!
Tempestuous waves crashed in Qian Renxue's heart. This was something even she barely dared to think about.
Across the entire continent, the Qian Family undoubtedly had the most authority on the matter of pursuing immortality.
No one knew better than them what it meant.
Immortality meant reaching level 100 and becoming a god!
It was a realm their Qian Family ancestor had once achieved, and it was the realm their descendants for generations now all wanted to reach again!
Qian Renxue didn't know how to evaluate Ye Tian's goal.
Nonsensical? Boastful? Or wishful thinking? But who could say for sure about such things? Besides, Ye Tian was no worse than her.
Jin Yue'er stared blankly with petals on her head, not quite understanding, but that didn't stop her from looking impressed despite her confusion.
"Chrysanthemum, you were right. This kid is indeed a fascinating person," Ghost Douluo said meaningfully.
There was no contempt in his eyes, only admiration for a junior.
Hearing this, Ye Tian seemed to snap out of a trance. As his mind returned to the present, a slightly awkward smile appeared on his face.
"Er... Elder Ghost, you praise me too much. I just randomly picked some sentences from a book. It's purely sentimental drivel, not to be taken seriously."
Before Ghost Douluo could speak again, Chrysanthemum Douluo shook his head.
"Little Tian, you don't need to be modest."
"I noticed long ago that although you are not skilled in floriculture, you can understand the language of flowers. It seems now that I have underestimated you."
Chrysanthemum Douluo was full of praise for Ye Tian.
"Elder Chrysanthemum, you exaggerate. I'm not as clever as you think..."
Ye Tian wore a somewhat shy smile.
As a Daoist-minded youth, or perhaps because of the brand on his soul, his passion for immersing himself in nature was just a matter of habit.
Just like being keen on farming—that could be considered a traditional virtue, right?
"Regardless, you have done me a great favor!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled effeminately, strode forward, and elegantly extended his hands.
"Little Tian, I knew a while ago that you have a keen interest in medicinal herbs. I know very little about the cultivation of your Pill Spirit and can't be of much help. But this Illustrated Flora and Herbs might be able to help you."
As his voice fell, a thick, treasured tome rested in Chrysanthemum Douluo's hands.
Seeing this, Ye Tian's spirits couldn't help but lift!
He hadn't expected Chrysanthemum Douluo to offer it so freely without him even having to ask.
This was a pleasant surprise!
Chrysanthemum Douluo continued, "This book covers almost all the rare flowers and exotic herbs on the continent, and even under the sea! I transcribed it by hand, and today, I will give it to you as a thank-you gift."
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