After the middle-aged man left, the remaining Barbarian King and sorcerers also found excuses to leave, whether they had things to do or just needed a place to vomit, who knows.

The Junior Sister was taken away by Ms. Qin, and Xiangxiang looked around, coaxed the little terminal ball out of Zhang Ze's pocket, and then chased in the direction of the Junior Sister.

She wanted to see what exactly was happening.

If there's gossip, she'll indulge, if not, she can just float around as a crime scene witness.

In any case, some left, some scattered, leaving just the two youngsters.

Zhang Ze put his hands in his pockets, looking at the city in front of him called [Fucheng].

Frankly, it was somewhat unexpected.

This place was quite different from what he imagined.

"Those livestreamers are indeed talking nonsense."

Currently, in the Four Continents livestream world, besides the dominant immortal falling for me and popular secret realm identification videos, there's this West Continent culture.

In the livestreams, those barbarians dressed like beggars, covered in animal skins, feathers stuck all over their heads, masks on their faces, eating raw meats you couldn't even recognize.

When they spoke, it was all gibberish.

After eating their fill, they'd oozeah oozeah their way to the wilderness to perform thundering body slams on long-horned elephants and Iron Mountain Lean chicken hunts.

And their homes weren't damp caves filled with bones and bizarrely worshipped totems.

They were either primitive gigantic houses constructed with animal skins, bones, and huge stones.

Once you entered, the place was filled with incense, war drums banging, mixed with strange calls like Lok'tar Ogar.

At times like this, there were always links for purchasing traditional West Continent incense under the screen.

These livestreams were incredibly popular, although Medicine King Valley, known for their close ties with Western Barbarians, had repeatedly denied it, saying it's not like that over there.

They even joked that if you believe it, they'll sell you health products when you're old.

Even some Barbarian Tribes streamed to argue, saying it's not like that at their place.

But none of it worked.

Due to a sense of superiority and a curiosity for the exotic, or simply being a dimwit, many Eastern Continent cultivators still didn't believe it.

They claimed the debunking was fake and that the houses were just illusions built last week.

Anyhow, regardless of the arguing, those wearing animal skins and speaking gibberish were raking in the profits.

As for the real architectural style of the Barbarian Race, especially the Holy Tree Division...

In Zhang Ze's view, it was surprisingly 'elven.'

The entire [Fucheng] was a golden forest, with houses mostly built naturally from the golden giant wood split from the Holy Tree roots.

Among these treehouses, there were scattered human-made structures. Probably influenced by the Demon Race, they mostly looked like tube-shaped buildings but were more artistic, fitting seamlessly among the treehouses.

Simultaneously, totems centered around giant trees and snakes were found everywhere in Fucheng.

Complex yet not chaotic.

'There's a great world tree, living on trees, able to listen to the sounds of nature, very artistic, with worship ceremonies, hm, definitely elf-like.'

After watching Fucheng for a while, Zhang Ze remembered there was still someone beside him.

He turned back to look at the Barbarian young man whose scene he'd stolen.

The Barbarian young man was still leaning against a stone, vomiting. Judging from his appearance, Zhang Ze's black car had really done a number on him.

Seeing the middle-aged man hadn't returned and no one else was around, Zhang Ze decided to help him out.

With a mischievous grin, he leaned over, hands in pockets, bending down to ask.

"Hey buddy, need a secret recipe?"

"Wha... what secret recipe?" The young man's pale face took a step back, looking at Zhang Ze as if he were a plague god.

"Of course, it's something good to help you replenish your fundamental skills."

Saying this, Zhang Ze took out a porcelain bottle and shook out a pitch-black pill. It looked just like those dodgy medicine men selling fake strength pills.

The pill in Zhang Ze's hand had a strange smell the young man had never encountered before.

The pill's fragrance carried an odd sweet-and-sour scent, like a pungent mix of vinegar and sugar cooked in an iron pot.

'Fundamental skills?'

Looking at the pill, he recalled the spell Zhang Ze had cast earlier, which seemed even purer than his own Barbarian spells.

With his chest full of jealousy, he couldn't help but wonder if Zhang Ze's abilities were all thanks to pills.

"Does it work?" the young man asked.

"Guaranteed effectiveness, if it doesn't work, you don't pay." Zhang Ze nodded vigorously.

The young man asked, "No side effects?"

"Not a bit, this is completely natural." Zhang Ze assured him.

Seeing Zhang Ze's sincerity, whether naive or overly trusting in Zhang Ze's character, he wasn't afraid of being poisoned and directly took the pill and swallowed it.

As soon as it entered, that peculiar taste quickly emerged, making him feel somewhat tipsy.

"What on earth is this?" The young man asked after coughing twice.

He moved his hands and feet, feeling no surge of power, as if he'd just swallowed a weird-flavored jelly bean.

Zhang Ze spun the pill bottle to reveal the sticker on the back to the young man.

[Sweet and Sour Pork Flavored Black Pill, whole body turns black upon consumption, not black, it's free]

?

"Why'd you give me this?" the young man shouted angrily.

"Weren't you losing color? I thought to help you out with that."

Zhang Ze watched as the young man's face turned from white to black and innocently shrugged, "And technically speaking, I didn't give it to you, you took it yourself."

Hearing this, the young man's newly blackened face turned white again.

He hadn't expected this person to be so shameless.

"You!"

While fooling around, Zhang Ze suddenly asked in West Continent language, "What's the deal with the navigator, and what does grandma want from me?"

"You understand?" The young man was surprised.

Zhang Ze, "I know your West Continent Witchcraft, understanding your language is only natural."

"Anyway, I'll find out eventually, so tell me what's really going on now." Zhang Ze placed his left hand on the young man's shoulder, "Tell me the truth, and this time, I'll teach you something real."

"Something real? Is it your Spirit Listening Technique?" The young man brushed away Zhang Ze's restless hand and took a step back.

Zhang Ze shook his head, "No, the Spirit Listening Technique I learned is only the basic version, not much different than what's sold on the streets.

"But I can teach you how to jump mid-car.

"What do you think? Want to learn? I assure you it's worth it."

The young man thought it over and eventually agreed to Zhang Ze's terms of exchange.

'Anyway, after he used the Barbarian Race's method to cross the land bridge, everything was already determined.'

"I'm Di Zhuomala." After introducing himself, the young man cupped his hands.

"Zhang Ze."

Zhang Ze felt his right hand gesture was somewhat inappropriate now, so he didn't show it. He hid his hand in his sleeve and returned the greeting.

Di Zhuomala looked up at the towering Holy Tree, sighed, and then waved to Zhang Ze, indicating for him to follow.

Zhang Ze, "Your father..."

Di Zhuomala, "It's fine, I'll notify them."

Without casting any spell, a few pebbles at his feet began to move around, wobbled into small human shapes, saluted to Di Zhuomala, and then scattered to deliver messages.

Zhang Ze took out a small walnut and sent a short message to his Junior Sister.

...

Fucheng.

The two did not take the main road; Zhang Ze was led onto a golden tree-lined path.

There were no statue totems or any buildings around, probably due to a spell; the forest beyond the gaps of the trees seemed endless.

"The Holy Tree itself has a barrier; forcibly approaching it, even by your Mahayana Cultivators, is impossible.

"To pay respects to the Holy Tree, you can only enter from here. Stay close to me, or you'll get lost."

He lightly coughed to remind Zhang Ze, who was falling behind and looking around, and then continued.

"The Holy Tree is everything to the Barbarian Tribe, although you may not agree, but to us, the Holy Tree is the embodiment of the Four Continents Will."

Zhang Ze, "Hmm?"

Di Zhuomala, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ze wasn't questioning; after all, the possibility of the Four Continents being alive could be true, so the Holy Tree being its embodiment seemed reasonable.

The Chang State's embodiment was a tire.

He just suddenly stumbled mentally, recalling another matter.

Zhang Ze recalled seeing the Four Continents from outer space, along with the location of the Holy Tree Division; comparing them, he sighed with relief.

Luckily, the Holy Tree was not below the infant but above.

So that means, isn't the head of the Four Continents also pointy...?

"It's nothing, please continue." Zhang Ze waved his hand, indicating not to mind him.

Di Zhuomala, "To communicate with the Holy Tree, we select suitable candidates from various tribes as Holy Sons and Holy Daughters, and continuously sift and cultivate them.

"In the end, the most outstanding successor will be recognized by the Holy Tree as the next Main Priest of the Holy Tree."

Hearing this, Zhang Ze took a deep breath, "What about the rest? Are they killed?"

It's not surprising he thought so; that's often how novels describe it.

Although saying it directly might seem impolite.

Di Zhuomala stopped, turned back, and looked at Zhang Ze as if he were looking at someone with a mental illness.

"Although I don't want to question Granny's judgment, I think you better be normal." Di Zhuomala spoke frankly.

"Those who aren't selected are sent home to do their own things. Talented individuals, even if they can't be Holy Sons or Daughters, are chosen by the adults as successors. How could they all be killed?"

Zhang Ze, "Sorry, my bad."

Di Zhuomala gave Zhang Ze another eye-roll, then continued.

"Five years ago, the Holy Tree showed signs, and this time, a total of 400 candidates were selected. That big tongue you saw in the Northern Territory was just one of them, same as me."

Zhang Ze vaguely guessed the troublesome truth, "And then..."

"Then, until today, only I was left, but finally, there's you."

Di Zhuomala sighed, feeling replaced by someone designated by higher-ups.

Zhang Ze, "Could you guys be mistaken? I'm not a dark-skinned elf... I mean Barbarian, how could I become any sort of priest?"

Di Zhuomala, "The Holy Tree is never wrong, and neither is Granny.

"In fact, this was decided years ago, but... due to your identity, it was never publicly announced, and I have always been just your substitute.

"Yes, the most excellent substitute."

"Qinghe Association?" Zhang Ze responded.

Before this, he only had contact with the Holy Tree during Qinghe Association, borrowing its power to seize Eastern Continent's fortune.

"Correct." Di Zhuomala nodded.

Zhang Ze, "But isn't Xiaoxue also the same? I remember she touched the Holy Tree's branches at that time too."

Di Zhuomala, "Lady Xiaoxue's presence is special, and she merely acted as a medium. You're different; you confronted the Holy Tree directly and borrowed Its power. Did you feel anything at the time?"

Zhang Ze shook his head, saying if anything, he felt invincible.

"That's the evidence." Di Zhuomala glanced at Zhang Ze with some envy.

Zhang Ze, "Then why didn't you tell me back then?"

Di Zhuomala, "Because you're an Eastern Continent person, if you became the Main Priest, wouldn't we lose face?

"Originally, according to the plan, I could remain a candidate for a long time." Di Zhuomala laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Granny planned to wait decades, even centuries, until you're famous, until you're the world's number one, where anything you do is right, until she's calmed all the Barbarian Kings, then reveal this matter."

"But... there were some issues with the Holy Tree, and Granny and the Holy Tree need your help right now."

Zhang Ze, "What does this have to do with the Navigator?"

"I don't know; I'm hearing this for the first time too. The Priest is the Navigator, but why, Granny didn't tell me.

"Since I'm no longer the Saintess... we've arrived, Granny is inside."

Di Zhuomala shrugged, stopping before a golden door.

"Saint... hey, Saintess? Wait, Lao Di, you're a woman?" Zhang Ze was shocked, taking two steps back.

Di Zhuomala, "?

"Don't I look like a woman?

"Can't you tell by my name?"

Zhang Ze, "Sorry, can't tell.

"Honestly, I thought it sounded like a water monster's name."

Di Zhuomala, "..."

Meanwhile, the golden door opened.

Even though it was rude for a first meeting.

Embarrassed and annoyed, Di Zhuomala still kicked Zhang Ze inside.