Reincarnated as a Divine Tree-Chapter 177Vol. 1 - - Invitation (1/2)

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"This... is fine!"

Encouraged by the clan leader's words, Chen Tianquan's confidence returned. But as he stepped out of the hall and a cool breeze brushed past him, his mind gradually settled. If it were just him teaching, things might still stay orderly. But if more people joined in—how chaotic would that get?

...

"Awooo..."

Late at night, several mournful and eerie howls echoed from within the Chen clan compound. The villagers living around Chaotic Burial Mountain knew well that these green wolves were the Chen clan's domesticated beasts. Otherwise, such cries would have terrified them.

"Stop howling! Even if you scream your lungs out, no wolf is coming to save you!"

Chen Qingxiu paced along the wolf pens, speaking as he watched the green wolves inside howling at the sky. Over the past month, with the help of the Wolf King, most of the green wolves from Chaotic Burial Mountain had been rounded up and confined to the clan’s newly constructed enclosures.

Many of them had already been tamed by clan members, but the few that had recently been captured—especially those in the Blood Coagulation Realm—were still stubborn, refusing to bow to the clan's authority.

But he believed that was only a matter of time.

With a confident expression, Chen Qingxiu tossed a chunk of meat into the pen. The wolves, which had been howling a moment ago, immediately fell silent and began devouring the meat. Even their once-lowered tails began to wag ever so slightly.

Orcs will never be slaves!

In the depths of Chaotic Burial Mountain, a massive green wolf feasted on the grass beneath its feet. When it heard the distant howls of its kin, it paused mid-bite. A human-like look of guilt flickered across its face.

After delivering the rest of the pack to the Chen clan, the clan had chosen not to confine it within their grounds. Instead, they had allowed it to remain in the wilds of the mountain.

Though it no longer held any real authority as the Wolf King, the fragrant grass beneath its paws was simply irresistible. It no longer needed to maintain the dignity of royalty. freewёbnoνel.com

This grass—it was going to eat it all.

...

"Ah! Winged Tiger has returned!"

"It really is Winged Tiger!"

"Winged Tiger, what brings you back to the village today?"

Amid the gathering crowd, Chen Yihu stood surrounded by villagers. Behind him followed several household servants. Smiling warmly at the villagers' enthusiasm, Chen Yihu greeted them one by one.

"Aunt Zhang, it's been a while."

"Grandpa Liu—yes, I've come back."

As he exchanged greetings, he motioned for his servants to open the packages they had brought. "Elders," he said with a smile, "this is just a small token of appreciation from me. It’s not much, but please accept it."

Inside the bundles were only some grains and common animal hides, but Chen Yihu's attitude brought genuine smiles to the villagers’ faces.

Some of them even began asking in private how they could join the Chen clan. After all, Chen Yihu had changed so much—his clothes were fine, his physique stronger, and he carried an aura of someone important. Compared to the ordinary villagers, he seemed like a figure from another world.

After greeting the crowd, Chen Yihu made his way toward the smiling Aunt Zhang.

"Aunt Zhang, I heard someone from outside the village arrived recently. Do you know where he lives?"

"Oh, you're talking about Master Mo? He lives in the second-to-last house at the end of the village," she said, pointing with one hand while holding a bag of grain in the other.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

With the directions in hand, Chen Yihu signaled to his attendants, and they headed toward the edge of the village. Soon, they arrived at a newly built thatched cottage. In front of the humble house was a small vegetable garden, and a middle-aged man in green clothes and a square cap was carefully fertilizing and watering the plants.

Upon seeing the man, Chen Yihu immediately recognized him as the one the clan leader had instructed him to find. He quickened his pace, approaching the hut.

Noticing movement behind him, the man in green turned around. When he saw Chen Yihu and his group, his brows furrowed slightly. A faint sigh escaped his lips, but his expression remained calm, unfazed by the uninvited guests. He set down the tools in his hands, cupped his fists, and asked, "May I ask what business brings you all to my humble home?"

Chen Yihu replied with a polite smile. "Sir, no need to be so formal. I am Chen Yihu of the Chen clan. On our clan leader's orders, I’ve come to invite you to visit the Chen clan and share your knowledge with our people."

He spoke plainly and directly, revealing his purpose. After all, the entire Chaotic Burial Mountain was the Chen clan’s domain. If this man wanted to stay here, he couldn't escape their reach.

Still, the clan leader had warned him to be respectful. Chen Yihu understood the reasoning and dared not be careless. Though the task seemed simple, not all outsiders from Chaotic Burial Mountain were easy to deal with. Even though he had already reached the mid-stage of the Blood Coagulation Realm, he needed to remain cautious.

The green-robed man sighed long and deep. He had hoped to live a quiet life in this remote corner, yet even here, the worldly troubles found him. Looking at the people before him, he shook his sleeves and stepped forward.

"So be it. Let’s go."

His composed demeanor took Chen Yihu by surprise, but he quickly composed himself and said with a smile, "Please."

...

"Hah! The Chen clan? They want me to teach? Back in the Green Forest, I had a name that echoed for miles! What can a backwater clan like that do to me?"

Inside another newly built courtyard, a burly man with a savage expression cursed loudly, glaring disdainfully at Chen Yihu and his entourage. In his hand, he swung a massive stone block—easily several hundred pounds—as if it were a toy, creating gusts of wind with each movement.

Several of the household servants instinctively backed away, but Chen Yihu remained steady at the front.

Not all the people invited by the Chen clan were scholarly types. Some were warriors who had recently arrived at Chaotic Burial Mountain. The clan had carefully selected those with real strength, hoping they could teach their members how to fight and survive.

Though the clan had powerful warriors and late elders, few had the patience or skill to pass on their martial knowledge effectively. That was why the clan sought out outside martial artists as instructors.

"Actually, I believe it would be wise for you to reconsider," Chen Yihu said calmly, unfazed by the man's higher cultivation and insults.

"Reconsider your grandmother’s leg!" the burly man snapped. "I already said I’m not going—"

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