The Divine Tree

Chen Lin looked toward the distant flowers. A little girl barely half a foot tall stood atop a white flower, staring at them with wide eyes.

The little girl wore her hair in two hornlike pigtails and had on a red bellyband. She looked like an adorable little sprite.

Yet in a place like this, she inspired no affection, only wariness.

"You trampled my flowers! You have to pay!"

When she saw Chen Lin and the others looking over, the little girl immediately pointed at them with a plump, pale finger and spoke in a childish voice.

Chen Lin's nerves instantly tightened.

She was actually speaking the cultivators' language he used most often!

This language was only common in the Tianxuan Realm and was entirely different from the language used by cultivators here. If she could speak it, either this place had universal language rules similar to the Nightmare Realm, or she could invade his memories and rapidly learn the language he used most.

Either possibility meant this little girl was anything but ordinary.

"So you won't pay? Then this princess won't be polite!"

When Chen Lin remained silent, the little girl flew into a rage.

But rather than unleash an attack, she dove straight into the white flower beneath her feet.

Then Chen Lin felt all the flowers, grass, and trees around them come "alive"!

Squelch!

A blade of grass half a person's height beside Cheng Lingdie suddenly straightened, piercing her chest like a sharp sword.

Immediately afterward, another blade of grass stabbed into Cheng Lingchan's body.

The two unconscious women merely twitched once before falling still.

Cheng Jianshan's expression changed drastically. He hurried to save his granddaughters, but a vine beside him sprang up and wrapped around his feet. Enraged, he drove his flying sword down to sever