The Demon Eye Magic Tree

"Oh yeah!"

Receiving an affirmative answer from the Spirit Master, the little girl was overjoyed. She excitedly fished out thirty thousand federal coins to hand over, and once the Spirit Master confirmed the amount was correct, she skipped along behind him toward the Soul Spirit Gacha Machine room.

Lu Chuan quietly used a recording soul device to capture this innocent scene. In the event that Tang San's protagonist halo took effect and he returned early, acting without honor to split her soul or seal his daughter's memories to make Tang Wuyue turn against him, he would bring out the footage he had recorded over the years. The little girl cared about her reputation; when the time came, he would take her to uphold justice and destroy her own kin!

Perhaps because it had only recently been invented, the Soul Spirit Gacha Machine was not as compact as modern claw machines or capsule toy machines, but was instead a massive instrument. It stood three meters high and six meters wide, occupying a vast amount of space. There were two buttons on the machine: green for start and red for stop. Once stopped, a randomly drawn Soul Spirit Ball would roll out from the device.

Through the machine's glass, one could see many spherical objects about a foot in diameter inside. They came in white, yellow, and purple. Inside each one were Soul Spirits. Every single one looked identical, making it impossible to see what was inside. Tang Wuyue paid no mind to this; although she had never played a gacha machine before, she had scratched lottery tickets, and had even won five hundred federal coins to buy candy. Lu Chuan had taught her that if you wanted good luck, you had to breathe a bit of "European luck" onto your hands!

"Hah!"

Tang Wuyue rubbed her hands together, blew a breath onto them, and then solemnly pressed the green start button. Instantly, a series of lights illuminated inside the machine, and all the spirit balls began to slowly circulate along the tracks. It looked a bit like a little train. The speed was incredibly fast, making it impossible to see clearly with the naked eye. However, Lu Chuan, relying on his Divine Origin Realm spiritual power, could see everything with perfect clarity.

Through the shell of the Soul Spirit Ball, he even knew exactly which soul spirit was contained within each one.

The white, yellow, and purple balls all contain thousand-year soul spirits. I wonder what kind of expression this Spirit Master will have when a thousand-year soul spirit pops out of a white ball in a moment.

Lu Chuan smiled cunningly, silently anticipating the scene.

At this moment, the Spirit Master was still humming a tune leisurely, his mind already calculating how he would splurge once he received his salary next month.

Little did he know, Tang Wuyue was about to shatter his carefree dream with a single move!

"Thousand-year soul spirit, thousand-year soul spirit, drop a thousand-year soul spirit!"

"Open!"

After silently counting down for a thousand-year soul spirit countless times in her heart, Tang Wuyue decisively pressed the red stop button!

Clang!

A Soul Spirit Ball fell from the machine in response.

It was a white ball!

"Ah, what a pity, it's a ten-year soul spirit ball."

Seeing the white ball, the Spirit Master feigned a sigh of regret.

He immediately prepared to introduce a thousand-year soul spirit to Tang Wuyue.

However, he never expected that the optimistic Tang Wuyue and Lu Chuan, who had already arranged everything, would feel absolutely no pressure at all.

One of them happily ran over to pick up the white Soul Spirit Ball.

The other followed behind his sister, leisurely strolling as if walking in a garden.

"Brother, guess how many years this soul spirit is?"

Tang Wuyue held the Soul Spirit Ball, excitedly leaning in front of Lu Chuan, her little tiger teeth showing, looking exceptionally fierce yet adorable.

Lu Chuan glanced at it indifferently; the soul spirit inside was a Demon Eye Magic Tree of about twelve hundred years.

He was quite familiar with this soul beast.

The true form of the King of Ten Thousand Demons was a Demon Eye Magic Tree.

"I can't guess; I don't have X-ray vision."

Lu Chuan pretended to ponder for a few seconds before helplessly spreading his hands.

He knew the little girl loved to see him looking helpless.

"Hehehe, it seems Brother doesn't know everything after all! I guess at least 50 years!"

Tang Wuyue weighed the ball in her hand and patted it, looking as if she were buying a melon.

In the middle of weighing it, she seemed to remember something and turned to ask the Spirit Master, "Master Spirit Master, if I open a fifty-year soul spirit, do you buy it back?"

"I don't want seventy thousand; thirty-five thousand is fine. I'll give you a fifty percent discount."

Hearing this, the Spirit Master gave a sheepish smile. "Little Princess, we don't buy back soul spirits."

"Really? Then what if I open a hundred-year soul spirit? You still won't buy it back?"

Tang Wuyue asked again, refusing to give up.

What kind of ill intentions could a nine-year-old girl possibly have?

It was nothing more than wanting to trade a Soul Spirit for thirty-five thousand Federation coins, spending thirty thousand to pull the gacha again, and finally keeping five thousand to buy lollipops.

Thinking of lollipops, Tang Wuyue suddenly felt a craving and looked at the Spirit Master expectantly.

The Spirit Master already had a face full of black lines.

If it weren't for Lu Chuan being wealthy, he would have wanted to flip the table, but out of a desire for his sales quota, he suppressed his temper and explained earnestly:

"Little one, once a Soul Spirit Ball is opened, if the Soul Spirit isn't absorbed within twenty-four hours, it will perish. Therefore, even if you draw a thousand-year Soul Spirit, we will not buy it back."

The Spirit Master's explanation was straightforward and clear, and Tang Wuyue finally gave up on her thoughts of finding loopholes and infinite nesting.

She gripped the latches on both sides of the Soul Spirit Ball and twisted hard.

Click.

The sphere split into two halves, and a mass of dark green light spilled out from the gap, slowly condensing into shape in the air.

It was a strange tree about half a person's height, with a trunk as black as ink and twisted, gnarled branches, devoid of a single leaf.

The most eerie part was that a fist-sized vertical eye grew right in the center of the trunk, rolling around at this moment to survey its surroundings.

The vertical eye was amber in color, with a pupil as slit-like as a snake's, exuding an icy and profound aura.

"What on earth is this?!"

The Spirit Master jumped back a few steps in fright; if Lu Chuan hadn't been standing behind him, he might have fled the room entirely.

"This Demon Eye Magic Tree seems to have quite high intelligence. Could it be that the old geezer, the King of Ten Thousand Demons, cut off a piece of his own flesh?"

Lu Chuan examined the Demon Eye Magic Tree with astonishment.

The little girl also curiously leaned in, tilting her head to stare into the Demon Eye Magic Tree's vertical eye.

The vertical eye blinked, and she blinked back.

"Hello there, little tree."

Tang Wuyue greeted it with a grin.

Seeing this, the Demon Eye Magic Tree couldn't help but be stunned. Generally speaking, any Soul Master who saw it would be somewhat wary, so why was this human girl acting as if she had just seen a pet?

On the other side, The terrified Spirit Master finally regained his senses.

Realizing he had lost his composure, he immediately prepared to make amends, but upon seeing the spirit Tang Wuyue had revealed, he couldn't help but shriek, "A, a Demon Eye Magic Tree... a thousand-year spirit, a Demon Eye Magic Tree!!"

Truly, he was completely stunned.

It was one thing for a white ball to produce a thousand-year spirit.

But for that thousand-year spirit to be a Demon Eye Magic Tree, such a rare mental-type plant spirit!

It was absolutely absurd—beyond all reason!

One had to know that the Demon Eye Magic Tree was exceptionally skilled at mental interference and illusion control, making it a top-tier configuration for both mental-type and control-type Spirit Masters.

On the open market, eight million federal credits might not even be enough to secure one!

This little girl had offered it for half price, which would have been two and a half million federal credits, and he hadn't agreed!

"I... is it too late for me to regret this?" the Spirit Master asked, on the verge of tears.