nownovels Chapter 82 Erecting a Monument
Chapter 82 Erecting a Monument
The moment Yang Jian completely uprooted the locust tree, two orbs of light flew into his body from the tree.
The moment the roots of the locust tree detached from the soil, the locust tree demon died completely.
Yang Jian was able to clearly see the entire process of the demon's soul dissipating inside the big locust tree.
It lives by depending on the body, and naturally dies with the body.
A person without a head will die, and a tree without soil will perish.
This is a record of tree spirits in the "Tales of the Strange and Unusual," which Yang Jian remembers very clearly, and now it can be considered further verification!
The moment the demon soul dissipated, the two orbs of light fell and then flew into Yang Jian's body.
Yang Jian was initially very happy, but when he saw so many white bones in the large pit under the uprooted locust tree, he fell silent!
This big locust tree could become a spirit only because it killed many people and used their corpses as nourishment.
Even so, the big locust tree still did not transform into a demon.
Yang Jian was also lamenting the difficulty of a demon advancing to the level of a fully-fledged demon, and felt even more strongly that such demons deserved to die.
As a human being, when you encounter such monsters, you must not hesitate to kill them all, and you can also save more innocent people.
Yang Jian thought of the tree demon being sealed in Huayan Temple and guessed that the locust tree demon's failure to advance might be related to this.
However, the locust tree demon is already dead, so why it failed to advance is no longer important!
Yang Jian put down the thick locust tree root, a feeling of longing rising within him.
This feeling is like being hungry, except not physically, but rather the psychic being is hungry.
When Yang Jian first arrived at Huayan Temple, he felt a strange sensation. Now, looking at the roots of the locust tree in front of him, he knew the source of this longing.
Thinking back to what he had said about the parasitic demon soul, Yang Jian considered a certain possibility.
Yang Jian raised his spear, the spear shaft transforming into a series of afterimages, each strike landing on the roots of the locust tree.
The roots of this highly defensive locust tree were no match for the spear in Yang Jian's hand.
Wood chips flew everywhere, revealing the branches and trunks underneath.
Before long, Yang Jian found what he wanted.
A palm-sized, heart-shaped piece of tree heartwood is also the source of power for the locust tree spirit to transform into a monster.
Before a demon condenses its demon core, most demons do not have a stable source of power. Therefore, the water monkey that Yang Jian killed earlier did not have a demon core.
However, some demons may have the talent to condense a storage power similar to a demon core in advance.
Some are sources of strength, while others are transformed into sharp weapons.
The heartwood of this large locust tree is the source of power, while the claws of the water monkey are sharp weapons; the situations are varied.
The transformation of power by demons is mostly based on their own talents, thus enhancing their innate abilities.
Most of the time, it's about enhancing one's talents rather than compensating for one's weaknesses.
Because making up for shortcomings is a mediocre approach; only by unleashing one's talent can one make a powerful talent even stronger and unleash greater combat power.
Learning from strengths will quickly yield results, but only powerful demons are qualified to compensate for weaknesses.
"I never imagined that this old locust tree actually contained a three-hundred-year-old heartwood."
Yang Jian held the tree heart in his hand, and a suction force came from within his body.
The power within the tree heart surged into his body, or more precisely, into his spiritual body, with a portion of it being absorbed by his body.
Yang Jian felt that his physical body, which had broken through the limits of external cultivation and reached perfection in internal cultivation, had been further tempered, and this was only after his body had absorbed a small portion of the power of the tree heart.
Most of it was absorbed by the psychic body!
Before long, the heartwood of the three-hundred-year-old tree in Yang Jian's hand cracked open.
It fell to the ground and turned into fragments.
To others, it looked like Yang Jian had crushed the strange tree heart!
Although the reason was unknown, no one asked.
The spiritual body within Yang Jian's body fell silent once more, seemingly unchanged.
If Yang Jian hadn't personally experienced the changes in his spiritual body, he would have thought it was an illusion.
"Call someone over and drag this big locust tree back."
"Recover these bones in the pit with soil."
Yang Jian felt his strength increase once again, his expression remained unchanged, but he was still pleasantly surprised.
This locust tree spirit is amazing!
Not only did it drop the orb of light he wanted, but it also gave him rare and precious natural treasures, making it a true treasure-giving boy.
The three-hundred-year-old locust tree heart, which had become sentient, was an extremely rare and precious natural treasure. He casually absorbed all the power contained within it to help him improve his strength.
This is so much better than those decorative items!
Although his spiritual body remained unchanged, Yang Jian knew that the lack of visible changes might not be a bad thing. It could mean that he hadn't accumulated enough power and needed more strength to undergo a transformation.
Once he has accumulated enough, he might receive a pleasant surprise.
The bark and trunk of this large locust tree are also extraordinary, far exceeding the hardness of ordinary weapons. They are extremely rare materials, similar to the corpse of a water monkey, only in different form and with different uses. Such a good thing should not be discarded.
Yang Jian thought for a moment, then picked up his silver spear and personally separated the trunk of the big locust tree, making it easier for someone to take it away later and saving some time.
Upon hearing this, Jin Rong immediately arranged for someone to go out and call for help.
The rest of the people helped fill in the holes.
The moment the large locust tree was uprooted, everyone in the forest felt the cold wind blowing through the locust grove weaken, and the eerie feeling dissipated.
Yang Jian found a suitable piece of wood among the branches to make a wooden tablet, and in no time at all, he had made one.
Simply inscribing the words "tombstone" is enough to commemorate those who died at the hands of the old locust tree!
Too many people have died here. Even if he didn't know them, they were all just bones. Who could tell them apart? Simply erecting a tombstone would be a way to let these people truly rest in peace, so that they wouldn't die without even a tombstone.
Not long after, the spot where the old locust tree stood turned into a raised mound, on which a tombstone was placed.
Even from a distance, it's clear that this is a cemetery.
At that moment, people arrived outside. A line of horse-drawn carts carrying goods were waiting outside, and burly men in gray short jackets walked in.
At first, these people were a little scared, but after seeing that Yang Jian and the others were in the locust grove and that there was no eerie cold wind in the grove, they mustered up their courage and came in.
After the first person walked in, the rest followed.
Soon these people began working together to move the branches of the large locust tree in the forest.
Yang Jian had already roughly divided the items with his silver spear, so it was much easier for these people to come over; they just had to carry them.
Even though the locust tree branches were quite heavy, these men were strong men who carried goods, so this was nothing to them.
As long as I get paid and don't go hungry, that's enough!
A group of people worked enthusiastically, and before long, all the branches of that huge locust tree had been moved!