Reincarnated as a Divine Tree

The clan had long resided deep in the mountains, lacking the giant birds the Zhou Family used for travel, necessitating the creation of a new path.

As for relocating the clan, Ethan Chen had no such intention.

Where the Sacred Tree grew was where the clan would reside.

Moreover, this place had a natural Blood Spring and abundant fierce beast resources from the Disordered Burial Mountain.

These conditions might not seem ideal to other clans, but they were essential for the clan’s current development.

As long as the clan was strong enough, the location didn’t matter.

On the contrary, being here had its advantages, such as not having to worry about sudden attacks from other clans.

However, creating a new path here was no easy task, especially with the limited number of people in the clan. It was a laborious project.

To speed up the process, Ethan Chen began gathering villagers from various villages, recruiting young men, and offering grain rice as compensation.

The clan’s grain rice harvest came before the blood rice. Besides the fertile fields, the clan had plenty of ordinary fields, producing enough grain rice to last for years. Using grain rice as compensation was more than appropriate.

When the villagers heard it was the Chen Clan summoning them, they brought their tools and came over.

They didn’t understand the significance of creating the path or the clan’s purpose.

Perhaps they thought it was a thankless task.

After all, many of them had lived here for generations and were accustomed to this life.

But hearing it was the Chen Clan summoning them, they didn’t question the reason and came directly. Many villagers even said they would work just for food.

By the next day, about five hundred people had responded, several times the number of the clan members, and nearly all the young men from the villages.

This scene surprised many in the Chen Clan, who hadn’t expected the clan to have such influence.

With the combined efforts of the clan members and villagers, they cut through mountains and built bridges over water, progressing several times faster than before.

Although feeding these five hundred people daily consumed a lot of grain rice, and the clan had to provide some compensation, the cost was insignificant compared to what the clan was achieving.

…

At night, the Sophora leaves in the Ancestral Hall glowed faintly.

It had been seven days since Oliver Chen left the clan.

Under the Sacred Tree, Ethan Chen and several Blood Condensation Realm Warriors, including Mason Chen, were reporting the day’s progress on the path construction.

There were many people working on the path, but most were villagers without any means of self-defense. They often encountered fierce beasts, and if attacked, the villagers would get injured. This required the clan warriors to assist and prevent such incidents.

Fortunately, the clan had enough manpower, and no major accidents had occurred in the past few days.

However, even with many people, creating a complete path would still take a lot of time.

In these seven days, with the combined efforts of the villagers and clan members, they had only managed to clear about a kilometer of the path.

At the current pace, it would still take a considerable amount of time.

But according to reports, the path construction had been smoother in the past two days, with fewer obstacles along the way, suggesting that the speed would increase.

After reporting the day’s situation, Ethan Chen turned to look at the Sacred Tree and muttered to himself, “I wonder how Oliver is doing now. Has he reached the Zhou Family? I hope this journey goes smoothly.”

Mason Chen and the others also began to pray to the Sacred Tree, hoping for Oliver Chen’s safe return and the successful completion of the path.

As they prayed, a Sophora leaf with a faint golden glow suddenly lit up.

With the leaf’s glow, a white light screen appeared before Ethan Chen and the others.

Seeing the light screen, they were initially surprised but quickly realized it was likely the Sacred Tree’s doing.

As they looked at the small light screen, a familiar figure appeared.

As the image became clearer, they recognized the person in the light screen—it was Oliver Chen.

Surprised by the Sacred Tree’s power, Ethan Chen and the others gathered around to watch the scene in the light screen.

…

“Phew, finally here!”

Looking at the familiar clan in the distance, Anthony Zhou let out a long-held breath.

Although they had the Wind Chaser Falcon for travel, carrying the blood rice had slowed it down, so they only reached the clan by the evening of the seventh day.

The other clan members accompanying him also sighed in relief, with a hint of joy in their eyes.

As they landed, a clan member immediately stepped forward to greet them, “Welcome back, Elder Gabriel.”

Gabriel Zhou nodded slightly and then said to Anthony Zhou, “You handle things here. I’ll report to the clan first.”

“Take your time, Uncle. I’ll take care of this.”

Anthony Zhou responded promptly and then instructed the clan members to unload the blood rice from the Wind Chaser Falcon.

These Wind Chaser Falcons were fierce beasts raised by the clan for generations. They were strong and fast, primarily used in battles. Using them for transport now seemed a bit of an overkill.

After this trip, the Wind Chaser Falcons would need a few days of rest. They were not only used for travel but also served as a special symbol of the clan, second only to the Totem, and needed to be treated with care.

As they unloaded the blood rice, Oliver Chen also jumped down from the Wind Chaser Falcon.

Seeing the scene before him, a hint of amazement appeared in his previously calm eyes.

In front of him was a massive mansion built in the center of the city. Outside the mansion were high walls, smooth and flat like paper, seemingly meticulously crafted, and covered with a layer of white paint.

At the mansion’s gate, several tall red trees served as supports. Oliver Chen couldn’t identify the material of these red trees, but he could smell a faint fragrance from them.

On both sides of the mansion, every few meters, were glowing white stones, illuminating the surroundings brightly even at night.

Above the gate hung a carved plaque with the words “Yunmeng Zhou Family,” written in a powerful and majestic script, with an air of mystery, unlike anything an ordinary person could carve.

After surveying the scene, Oliver Chen turned to look behind him, a hint of astonishment in his eyes.