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As the mist absorbed, the vibrant tree gradually deepened in color, shifting from Blood Red to a shade of purple. Blossoms of Blood Red flowers began to bloom at the tips of its branches, while the surrounding blood mist converged towards the tree, being drawn in and absorbed. As the mist continued to be consumed, the flowers on the branches started to wither, giving way to fruit. When the mist receded, it left behind a ground strewn with white bones, and the originally Blood Red tree transformed into mist that also gathered towards the central tree. Once all the mist was absorbed, the fruit of the Tree emitted a series of red glows, appearing ripe.
“Wait here,” said Old Lu before vanishing from the mountaintop. In an instant, he reappeared in front of the Red Tree, swiftly plucking its fruit, and then he was back on the mountaintop again.
“Old Lu, how did you do that?” Mo Wen marveled at Old Lu's speed.
“Old Man just walked up to that tree and picked the fruit, then walked back. It’s as simple as that,” Old Lu replied, seemingly puzzled by Mo Wen's question.
“Your speed is incredible!”
“You’ll be faster than me one day,” Old Lu said, his face turning pale at the thought, but then he remembered that Mo Wen was still just a child.
“This is Red Spirit Fruit. You’re lucky to have encountered it. Just eat it and take a nap; these Red Spirit Fruits are enough for you to reach Refining Spirit Realm perfection.” Back at the small wooden house, Old Lu took out the freshly acquired Red Spirit Fruits.
Mo Wen knew about Red Spirit Fruit; they were top-tier supplementary materials for Martial Realm and Refining Spirit Realm cultivation—rare and hard to come by. However, he only knew this much. Looking at the eighteen fist-sized Red Spirit Fruits before him, he could hardly contain his eagerness to consume them but held back. He felt that Old Lu had more to say and decided to wait until he gathered enough information before taking any.
“Old Lu, is there anything I need to be cautious about when consuming this Red Spirit Fruit?”
“Well, I was going to tell you anyway. The Red Tree bears fruit every thousand years; the older the tree, the better the effects of its fruits. Based on my judgment, this Red Tree is quite ancient—at least ten thousand years old. If you don’t pick the fruit promptly after it ripens, it will fall and disappear with sunrise; it seems that the Red Tree doesn’t rely on these fruits for reproduction. There’s nothing special to note when consuming Red Spirit Fruit since usually, those who take it will just have a dream.”
“Does each fruit guarantee a dream?”
“Not necessarily; it depends on Opportunity. Having a dream means success. For this Red Spirit Fruit, your chances of entering a dream are about fifty percent. The highest level of Refining Spirit can achieve nine dreams at nine levels, which is also the pinnacle attainable through Refining Spirit Nerve. After consuming these fruits, you should be able to reach perfection.”
“So if I don’t enter a dream, does that mean I’ve failed?”
“Not exactly; it just means you didn’t succeed but also didn’t fail. After all, there are still effects regardless; how significant those effects are is uncertain.”
After asking Old Lu several more questions, Mo Wen returned to his room to prepare for his cultivation.
Once ready, he took out the box containing the Red Spirit Fruits. From Old Lu, he learned there wasn’t a clear guideline on how many to consume at once; Old Lu suggested one at a time. However, Mo Wen decided to take two at once because with only a fifty percent chance of entering a dream per fruit, he needed a hundred percent chance and wanted to grow stronger quickly.
Lying on his bed, he devoured both Red Spirit Fruits and soon fell asleep…
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