Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 468

A massive, lush tree sprouted instantly, vibrant and brimming with life. You couldn’t even see the top when you looked up- it already had a hint of a Divine Tree’s grandeur.

Nobody present could see it. Some of the higher–level elders vaguely sensed a ripple of power but couldn’t pinpoint it clearly, so they brushed off the fleeting oddity,

Only the Violet Soul Grass’s leaf tips quivered, straining toward the direction of Nyx’s Soul Form. The tree branches dipped gently, softly curling around the grass’s leaves. The moment they touched, Nyx felt like her mind linked directly with the Violet Soul Grass.

Unlike regular spiritual plants, maybe because it’d lived so long or was naturally more sentient, the Violet Soul Grass didn’t just send simple emotions–it spoke in a faint, fragile voice, “Hot! So hot! I’m too hot!”

“Huh?” Nyx glanced around, puzzled. It didn’t feel that warm to her. Plus, Violet Soul Grass had lived in this environment for years without issues. It shouldn’t be feeling this way.

Her confusion passed through her Soul Form to the grass. Two little leaves twisted shyly, its voice tiny. “Because I’m about to bloom.”

Different growth stages meant spiritual plants might need different conditions–a test from the Heavenly Law for these naturally nurtured beings. Without the right chance, they might not survive the transition.

The Violet Soul Grass, being sentient, had already sensed this trial was coming. That’s why it had been so eager to greet Nyx that day, hoping this person–who seemed like a kindred spirit–could save it.

Once she understood its needs, Nyx didn’t hesitate. She pulled out a few spirit stones and set up an array.

Her knowledge was solid, and even though it was her first time doing this, the array came together smoothly in her hands. The temperature in the center dropped noticeably, like summer turning to winter.

Just as she was about to move the Violet Soul Grass into it, several hands shot out from all directions to stop her. “Don’t touch it!”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Led by the elder with the gourd artifact, a few elders glared at Nyx like she was the enemy, scolding sharply, “This is nonsense! You trying to freeze the Violet Soul Grass to death?”

As someone reached to grab Nyx’s wrist, Kian immediately stepped in to shield her, blocking the guy. His arm took a solid hit instead, the impact making a teeth–grinding sound. Nyx panicked and rushed to check on him.

to reassure her like it was no big deal, but the veins on his arm bulged uncontrollably from

hadn’t been training his body regularly, that hit could’ve broken his bones. And if it’d been Nyx, it would be far

kid?” The elders

him bristled

in him–just a mortal–and he dared to get

palm in irritation. “It’s you who’s shameless! Picking a fight with two kids–real impressive! Why don’t you

not a fighter, but his fire spiritual root gave him an edge. At the same cultivation level, these wood

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guys were no match

at his level–far below, really–and got pushed back hard, no chance to

her? I just wanted to teach her a lesson!” the elder stammered, trying to save face.

lessons,” Cyan said coolly, his gaze unfriendly as

slapping him in the face. Whether Nyx was

chaos, Nyx finally had enough and raised her hand to explain, “I’m not messing around. The Violet Soul Grass is about to bloom–it feels the

words didn’t make a lick of

Even Cyan and Magnus, who were on her side, couldn’t help but wonder. The others looked at her like she’d spun

environment for the grass. It might not be perfect, but it had kept it alive this long–it sure

told me itself,” Nyx said carefully, revealing a bit of her ability. “I can understand

needs. The expressions on Cyan and Magnus’s faces turned slightly dazed for a moment, then realization dawned on them. ‘So that’s how it was.

up differently depending on their environment, and spirit plants naturally followed the same logic. If they were placed in the most perfect environment from the moment their seeds sprouted into seedlings, it’d be hard

under Magnus’s hands, let

utterly absurd. The little rabbit demon spun a nice story, but

from his special storage pouch. He dangled it in

Beauty here is saying? If

him well understood that this was his most treasured spirit herb–he’d never part with

words of a spirit plant or say anything convincing. At best, she might