Old Soil, the Puppet Master Thought His Way to an Answer

Qin Yang was not a stingy man. It was not that he could not bear to feed Green Caterpillar Divine Tree leaves; he was simply considering the long term.

Now that the Divine Tree was gone, its leaves had become out-of-print treasures. Considering that the Divine Tree had actually been an immortal herb that had grown crooked, this stuff might never appear again.

Whether it was worth cherishing was not the point. The point was that Green Caterpillar chewing Divine Tree leaves was already useless as a bird's ass. Its absorption efficiency was far too low. After chewing through a Divine Tree leaf originally hundreds of miles wide, it could not feel the slightest improvement.

In other words, the investment of resources was producing absolutely no returns. Green Caterpillar merely had a habit of eating the stuff. Saying it ate them as meals was right; saying it chewed Divine Tree leaves to kill time was also right.

As the saying went, going from thrift to luxury was easy, but going from luxury back to thrift was hard. Having chewed Divine Tree leaves from the very beginning, ordinary Spirit Fruits tasted as bland as water in Green Caterpillar's mouth, unable to stir even a shred of interest in it.

It was like a baby that had tasted sweetness. Making it eat flavorless things afterward was already difficult.

And it truly was almost as innocent as a baby.

This could not continue. The Great Wilderness was not the Divine Tree, with only a few stronger beings that were all helpless against it. There were countless powerhouses in the Great Wilderness and countless methods to deal with powerful demons like Green Caterpillar.

Having nothing but power while knowing nothing was like cultivating Qi Nourishing all the way to the ten-thousandth level...

Logically speaking,