Chapter 93: Blood Tree

Wen Ying felt intrigued and eager to try it out. With an inquisitive and hopeful gaze, he asked Aruda, "Grandma, what kind of seed is this?"

Aruda gazed down at the red seed in her hand, her cold snake-like pupils slowly revealing a hint of emotion. "This is a seed synthesized by a demon known as the Blood Tree. There's only one left in the world right now. I retrieved it from an ancient ruin years ago but have kept it dormant, fearing that I might not be able to control it."

"What couldn't you control?" Wen Ying asked curiously. Without another word, Aruda pressed the red seed directly into his mouth. Wen Ying swallowed it whole.

Wen Ying held his mouth, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "Grandma, you're not tricking me, are you?"

Aruda smiled warmly and kindly. "I believe you would be the most suitable to use this seed. I can't trust any other demons with it. You have a human heart and a demonic body; there shouldn't be another like you in the world."

"You're different from the demons in the Realm of Demons. You're kind-hearted and don't resort to violence easily. If you lose control, I believe you'll only leave them half-dead, not kill them."

Wen Ying: "..."

The more Aruda spoke, the more Wen Ying felt that this was a trap. He pressed his lips, considering spitting out the red seed he had just swallowed. After swallowing it, there hadn't been any unusual sensations; it was as if he had merely consumed an ordinary pill.

Aruda walked towards the living room, and Wen Ying followed behind her.

"Grandmama, what exactly do you mean? I truly don't understand."

Alorda spoke at a leisurely pace, "That Bloodtree Seed serves as the foundation for a magic called Undying."

"......Immortal?" Wen Ying's heart surged with excitement. He eagerly pursued the question, "Grandmama, does 'undying' mean he cannot die?"

"Not exactly. This magic, in a sense, grants multiple lives. Let me explain it simply," Aruda continued at a leisurely pace. "If you plant this Blood Tree seed in your courtyard and let it grow, bearing fruit, those fruits will serve as your backup bodies. Should your primary body meet its end, your soul will transfer into one of these fruits, allowing you to regrow a physical form. As long as the Blood Tree remains unharmed and within the bounds of your lifespan, you can achieve infinite rebirth."

"Fully grown Blood Trees possess a simplistic consciousness and immense power, capable of guarding a territory. In the future, when you need to manifest vines, there's no need to employ vine magic. You can simply utilize the branches and vines of the Blood Tree directly. They are more potent than the wood-based magic you currently use, and they also come with additional magical capabilities."

Wen Ying was absorbed in the astonishment of his newfound ability to infinitely resurrect, neglecting to inquire about Aluda's mention of "something uncontrollable" or the connection between the blood tree seed and the ancient legend of stopping children from crying at night. Instead, he joyfully followed the instructions on the ancient scroll given by Aluda, reconstituting the blood tree seed he had just ingested.

After the blood tree seed entered Wen Ying's body, he activated his magical power to dismantle it, circulating it within his body before releasing it back out in its magical form to reform.

This process took him the entire night, and as dawn broke the next day, he successfully reconstituted the blood tree seed.

Compared to his initial indifference, Wen Ying now felt an inexplicable affinity towards the red seed. He held it in his hand, examining it closely.

With school imminent, Wen Ying hastily planted the seed in an empty area behind the castle, creating a small mound of earth as a marker. He entrusted Little Bai and Little Hong to keep watch over it and prevent any magical beasts from digging it up. Then, in a rush, he headed off to school.

Just managing to slip into the classroom as the bell rang, Wen Ying gasped for breath, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

"What did you do last night?" Muershi tilted his head. "You look so haggard."

Due to the severe depletion of his magical power, regenerating the Blood Tree Seed had consumed a great deal of it. Wen Ying's voice was sluggish and weak. "I did something important."

"I hope you won't forget our small matters when you're busy with big ones," Muershi said, propping his chin up. "Our stock is almost depleted. Your cards are unexpectedly popular, they're snatched up almost instantly whenever they appear on the trading market."

Wen Ying's lips curved up in delight. Just as he was about to say something, a strange flutter surged within him. His eyes involuntarily drifted towards the exposed neck of Muershi, where a distinct blue vein was visible.