Divine Ape Peak

Yuan Qingquan was overjoyed upon hearing this. "When will you be setting out, Daoist? The Golden-Haired Hou Clan may arrive before long, so we should hurry."

"I have nothing to pack," Yan Chihuo said. "Let's leave now."

"What about that thousand-year Vermilion Fruit tree?" Yuan Qingquan asked. "Aren't you taking it with you?"

Yan Chihuo deliberately showed a look of surprise. "How can this thousand-year Vermilion Fruit tree be taken away?" In truth, he also knew a method for transplanting trees. But he had just claimed to have cultivated alone, so he wanted to leave Yuan Qingquan with the impression that he was ignorant and poorly informed.

Sure enough, Yuan Qingquan shook his head. "What a waste for you to have remained here, Daoist. You don't even know such a method for transplanting spirit trees." Then he stepped forward. "Daoist, watch me."

He formed a hand seal, pointed a finger, and sent a streak of golden light flying out. It landed on the ground a yard before the thousand-year Vermilion Fruit tree. The tree shook violently, then, after a moment, flew backward, its roots still carrying a large clump of earth.

Yuan Qingquan then took out a bag and tossed it into the air. The thousand-year Vermilion Fruit tree flew into the bag. With a beckoning gesture, the bag rapidly shrank in midair and fell into his palm. He tied it around his waist.

"This is a Heaven Spirit Bag," Yuan Qingquan said. "It is specially used to store spirit flowers and spirit trees. Since you do not know the art of transplantation, I imagine you do not have a Heaven Spirit Bag either. I'll keep this thousand-year Vermilion Fruit tree for now and return it to you once we reach Divine Ape Peak."

"No matter, no matter," Yan Chihuo