Chen Changming took the jade box and opened it for a look.
An emerald-green divine leaf lay quietly inside, translucent and crystalline, giving off a faint azure glow.
It was exactly like the one he had obtained beneath the Azure Spirit Divine Tree three years ago, only its aura was richer.
He closed the jade box and asked expressionlessly, "How many divine leaves does Han Tian get?"
The Su Clan disciple froze for a moment, seemingly not expecting Chen Changming to ask this question.
He hesitated, but still answered truthfully, "Han Tian has nine-leaf talent. He can collect nine every month."
Chen Changming nodded and calmly put the jade box into his Storage Ring, then turned and entered his cave abode, shut the door, and activated the formation.
Nine leaves. One leaf.
One word apart, yet as different as heaven and earth.
But he did not care.
Whether it was one or nine, to him, azure spirit divine leaves merely added flowers to brocade. They were not necessities.
His true trump card had never been these external things.
Chen Changming sat cross-legged in the Cultivation Room, took out the azure spirit divine leaf, and held it in his palm, studying it for a moment.
Azure veins faintly flowed across the emerald-green leaf, which emanated pure, gentle azure spirit energy.
"This Azure Spirit Divine Tree is quite extraordinary. The azure spirit energy it contains can actually heal the injuries of Spirit Transformation cultivators when combined with magical power..."
Gazing at the azure spirit divine leaf in his hand, Chen Changming murmured to himself.
The azure veins on the emerald-green leaf were clearly visible, as though they were telling some ancient secret.
The Su Clan's Azure Spirit Divine Tree had been growing for tens of thousands of years.
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