The next day.
Lu Xuan woke from deep sleep and stared blankly at the roof.
"The aftereffects of this Ape Demon Wine are far too strong. An entire night, and I still haven't fully sobered up."
"Still, the effect is rather extraordinary."
He felt the blood and qi in his body, several degrees more vigorous than before, along with a faintly discernible warm current, and sighed inwardly.
"I still have to go to the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree and send some to Hong Qinghai."
"He's been staying alone in that little world for so long. I really ought to reward him properly."
Because there had been too many Spirit Beasts yesterday, he had not called Hong Qinghai over.
He happened to need to check on and cultivate the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree, so he could bring some Ape Demon Wine to Hong Qinghai along the way.
Thinking this, Lu Xuan came to the Spirit Field area where the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree was planted, passed through several simple Restrictions, and entered.
A clear, calm voice sounded beside his ear. Not far away, stimulated by Literary Qi, the branches and leaves of the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree rustled, and from time to time, phantom shadows of black characters sank into it and vanished.
The treasure tree had already grown to the height of a person. From afar, one could smell the scent of ink, causing the heart to settle down involuntarily.
"Lu Qianbei!"
After Hong Qinghai finished reciting the poems and essays, he immediately bowed respectfully to Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan waved his hand and came before the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree, checking the detailed condition of this rare Confucian Spirit Plant.
Then, according to the treasure tree's needs, he provided it with enough spirit rain to moisten it.
"The treasure