"Judging from what's recorded in the recipe, a single Mind Ape Fruit can brew quite a lot of Ape Demon Wine—enough for me to drink for a while."
Lu Xuan thought to himself, deciding to study and feel out the recipe, then, once he had gathered the rest of the required materials, brew that Mind Ape Fruit into Ape Demon Wine.
He carefully inspected each Spirit Plant, then arrived at the Spirit Field area where the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree was located.
After the Confucian cultivator Hong Qinghai came to the Cave Mansion, he had separated the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree from the other Spirit Plants. First, it was to prevent Hong Qinghai from discovering the high-grade Spirit Plants inside the Cave Mansion; second, it was to provide him with an independent and favorable cultivation environment.
Fortunately, Hong Qinghai's performance had always been fairly good. Each day, he either stayed in his room cultivating or stood before the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree reading poems and essays, Confucian classics and doctrines, allowing the treasure tree to receive ample nourishment from Literary Qi.
Passing through a thick mass of white mist, Lu Xuan saw the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree in the center of the Spirit Field at a glance.
After this period of diligent cultivation, the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree had grown a little. It was now about half a person tall, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Its trunk and branches were deep black, as if countless black characters had been stretched to their limits and twisted together to form them. The veins on its leaves were crooked and winding, as though they were gestating the embryonic forms of character after character.
Amid the clear sound of reading aloud, the branches and leaves of the Nine Confucian Treasure Tree swayed gently, as