After awakening his martial soul, Mu Yuan's life returned to its quiet rhythm.
Morning meditation with his grandmother. Helping his grandfather prepare medicines. Reading herb books in the afternoon. Falling asleep beneath the willow tree at night.
But inside his heart, something had changed.
He now knew about the inheritance waiting for him.
At every stage of cultivation, he could choose a mythical tree essence for his martial soul.
Mu Yuan did not rush.
Because this choice would decide his entire future.
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For several days, Mu Yuan thought carefully while continuing Azure Wood Meditation.
He remembered stories from family books. Trees that connected heaven and earth. Trees that ruled seasons. Trees that created worlds.
He asked himself one question again and again.
"What path do I want to follow?"
Powerful combat trees existed.
Rare poison trees existed.
Ancient spirit trees with strange abilities existed.
But Mu Yuan's answer became clearer each day.
He did not want reckless strength.
He wanted a foundation that could grow forever.
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One evening, Mu Yuan entered deep meditation beneath the old willow tree.
He imagined his martial soul as a seed floating in darkness.
Roots searching.
Branches reaching.
And he made his choice.
First inheritance… World Tree.
Warm light spread through his body like sunrise.
His consciousness sank into deep sleep.
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When Mu Yuan did not wake for many hours, his family noticed immediately.
But no one panicked.
Su Wanqing checked his pulse. Lin Yaozhi watched his breathing. Mu Qinglin guarded the courtyard. Mu Qingshan prepared calming herbs.
They understood something special was happening.
Their Little Tree was growing.
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Mu Yuan slept for a full day.
Inside his dream, he saw a tiny land beneath a glowing tree.
Silent.
Empty.
Peaceful.
When he finally woke, his body felt lighter, and his mind clearer.
He did not speak at once.
Because he knew his life had changed.
And the roots of his hidden world had begun to grow.