The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 129 - 114: Chat Bubbles, Light Wheel He Tou, Container Teleportation

Chapter 129: Chapter 114: Chat Bubbles, Light Wheel He Tou, Container Teleportation

’No, absolutely not! I can’t risk my life to test this!’

’Any experiment should only be conducted if my own safety is guaranteed.’

Yang An was extremely curious about what the Golden Finger consumed and what it had changed.

But he wasn’t a fanatic, nor did he want to put himself in harm’s way. It wouldn’t be too late to try again later, when he had the chance under absolutely safe conditions.

Pushing aside the thought of experimenting further, he put everything back into his Meat Burial Talisman. Yang An then turned his attention to the tree in his mind.

A tree rooted within his body, all its roots completely connected to him.

Of course, this was just a metaphor.

The pain he had just experienced really felt like a tree was constantly putting down roots inside his body.

In reality, Yang An could only see a faint glimmer of light in his mind. Only when his consciousness touched this glimmer could he see the actual tree within his consciousness.

It was a withered and decaying tree, yellowed and rotten. There was nothing on it, not even a single leaf—only bare, wilted branches.

It looked as if it had reached the end of its life and could disintegrate into dust at any moment.

But just as he was examining the tree, he was surprised to find that a fruit had suddenly appeared on it.

A red fruit!

If he hadn’t confirmed that the fruit was growing on the tree, Yang An would have sworn it was a human Heart, because the resemblance was uncanny.

He remembered clearly that when he first saw the tree, there was nothing on it, certainly no fruit. This meant the fruit had appeared out of nowhere.

He remembered the Workshop Master saying that once the seed planted in his body matured, he would know what to do.

’Could it be related to the fruit on this tree?’

After a moment’s hesitation, Yang An decided to try slowly touching the fruit with his consciousness.

As his consciousness drew near and gently touched the fruit, no information box popped up. Instead, the fruit suddenly disintegrated into countless points of light.

At the same time, a voice suddenly echoed in his consciousness.

"A new member has arrived! The Workshop Master has finally found another fellow daoist!"

The voice sounded as if it was coming from a great distance. Although it was perfectly clear, he couldn’t tell if it was male or female.

Right after the voice spoke, a new fruit grew on the tree at the same time.

Unlike the first fruit, this second one was shaped like a baby.

Yang An’s first impression was that it resembled the legendary Ginseng Fruit from *Journey to the West*.

He curiously touched the newly appeared fruit. It also dissolved into points of light, and another voice sounded.

"Welcome, fellow daoist. If you have any questions, you can focus your consciousness on the tree. We will be able to receive your messages."

Two fruits had dissolved into points of light before him in succession, each producing a different voice.

’This strong sense of déjà vu... Chat bubbles?!’

’I can’t believe this tree is so high-tech!’

Yang An was deeply shocked.

However, he did have many questions he wanted answered. After hearing the message from the second fruit, he mulled it over and decided to give it a try.

He touched the trunk of the tree with his consciousness. A twisted, flesh-like substance immediately grew on the bare trunk.

Recalling that the two fruits he had just touched had different shapes, Yang An immediately realized this must be a messaging sigil that he could design himself—perhaps a symbol to represent his identity.

This also meant that the fruits appearing on the tree served to conceal the identities of the so-called Scripture Defector Association members.

He wasn’t foolish enough to expose his identity to a group of strangers.

After some thought, an image flashed through Yang An’s mind. He instantly decided on it.

Soon, under Yang An’s control, the mass of flesh on the trunk quickly transformed into a He Tou.

Of course, Yang An wasn’t stupid enough to expose the image of the He Tou on the old monster’s shoulder. The He Tou he formed on the tree was completely different from the real He Tou Old Monster.

A long, sharp beak, white feathers, a red crown, and a Light Wheel floating above its head.

’Perfect!’

Yang An was very satisfied with this symbol of identity. This way, no one could possibly connect it to him, which was for the best.

With a thought, he sent out his own question as the fruit formed.

"Excuse me, fellow daoists. Does this thing allow us to contact each other even if we are thousands of miles apart?"

As Yang An "stuffed" his question into it, the Light Wheel He Tou-shaped fruit hung on a branch and quickly solidified.

Yang An deliberately asked a question he suspected he knew the answer to. If he didn’t possess his special ability, he would have no way of knowing anything about this tree. Therefore, he couldn’t reveal anything suspicious from the very beginning.

Soon, a bloody mark appeared on the He Tou fruit. On another branch, a Baby Fruit appeared again.

"Indeed! This tree is called the Tree of Flesh and Blood. It was established by the Workshop Master and is the core artifact of our Scripture Defector Association. Never mind a thousand miles; even if we are a hundred thousand or a million miles apart, we can still exchange messages. It even has other abilities."

After Yang An touched the Baby Fruit to receive the message, the bloody marks on his He Tou fruit had increased to two. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

’One bloody mark means one person has received my message?’ Yang An understood at once.

But just as he was about to form a new fruit to send another message, a new fruit suddenly appeared on the trunk.

It was a severed arm covered in red patterns. He could even clearly see the wound at the break on the fruit, as if it were real.

Yang An immediately stopped what he was doing. He curiously touched the new fruit. As the Broken Hand Fruit dissipated, a new voice came through.

"Help! I’ve encountered a Late Stage Visceral Stone Realm Great Demon Fiend! If any fellow daoists can come and assist, there will be a generous reward!"

As Yang An checked the message contained in this fruit, he soon saw another new fruit appear on the trunk—it was a black egg.

"I can go and help Fellow Daoist Broken Hand. Please open the vessel for transport. It’s perfect timing, as my new vessel has just finished regrowing."

"Okay, thank you, Fellow Daoist Black Egg! Give me ten breaths!"

Then, another new fruit formed on a branch. It was a reply from Broken Hand.

Yang An watched this scene with curiosity, somewhat surprised by the exchange between the two.

’They can even teleport long distances through this tree?’

If that was true, then the abilities of this Tree of Flesh and Blood were truly a bit too powerful.

Soon, ten breaths passed. Just then, the Tree of Flesh and Blood began to change.

A crack started to appear on the decaying main trunk. Like writhing flesh, it slowly opened a slit.

The opening stretched wider and wider until it was large enough for a person to pass through.

At that moment, a corpse devoid of any life force was revealed inside the trunk.

The corpse had no facial features. Countless blood vessels extended from its body, connecting to the inside of the Tree of Flesh and Blood’s main trunk.

When Yang An’s consciousness lightly touched it, he immediately felt that he could enter and possess this corpse. However, the possession wouldn’t last long; the corpse would likely collapse before long, unable to bear the strain.

He thought for a moment. Based on the information from the two fruits earlier, he formed a hypothesis.

’This must be the ’vessel’ that the Black Egg fruit mentioned!’

If he wasn’t mistaken, the so-called Flesh Mushroom transport might not be as powerful as it sounded. It likely achieved the effect of long-distance travel by using this lifeless physical body. Once that body disintegrated, however, the consciousness would return.

Rather than teleportation, it was more like a short-term ’descent’.

What descended was not the true body, but the consciousness occupying this lifeless flesh.

But even so, the ability to provide short-term, long-range support still made the Tree of Flesh and Blood incredibly powerful.

Of course, Yang An wasn’t foolish enough to try and verify his guess now. He wouldn’t put himself at risk without understanding more.

The fruits of Broken Hand and Black Egg didn’t reappear. There were no new messages from the earlier Heart fruit or Baby Fruit either. Yang An waited for a moment before withdrawing his consciousness from the Tree of Flesh and Blood and returning to the reality of his Quiet Chamber.

There would be plenty of time to learn more later. For now, it was time for him to pack up and return to the Life Crane Sect.

Several days had passed since Ji Bu and Wen Yin had left Liuyun City ahead of him. They were probably about to reach Corpse Saliva Valley. By then, the news that the matter in Liuyun City had been resolved would also be reported to his Second Senior Brother.

Now that the task was complete, he had to return to the Sect immediately, or the old monster would punish him.

If Yang An had come out alone, it would have been simple. He could have decided when the mission was complete and delayed his return for as long as he wanted.

But this time, three of them had come out together. Two had already left, so he couldn’t delay any longer.

After saying goodbye to Tai Shiyao, the Gang Leader of the Golden Martial Gang, Yang An slung the Vulgar Mouth Bow over his back and flew off toward Corpse Saliva Valley.

After entering the Visceral Stone Realm, he could sustain Flying in the Sky with his physical body for long periods. Compared to the slow journey with Ji Bu on the way there, the return trip was incredibly fast.

Several hours later, right at Noon, Yang An arrived back at Corpse Saliva Valley.

But to his surprise, the coffin that had always been placed outside the valley entrance—the one containing his Sixth Senior Brother—was gone.

Yang An only glanced at the spot, not paying it much mind, and entered the blood-red mist, heading toward the sect’s entrance.

"It stinks, it stinks, it stinks! You little bastard, did you bring this old lady into a cesspit? What is this place?"

"..."

As he passed through the blood-red mist, the Vulgar Mouth Bow, which had been quiet for some time, suddenly started cursing again.

Yang An ignored it and quickly returned to his residence. But before he could even rest, a familiar cough sounded outside his door, as if by coincidence.

Second Senior Brother Fu Ming had arrived!

"Junior Brother, are you in your residence?"