After returning to Frostwood Junior Academy, Mu Yuan's life became quiet again.
Lessons in the morning. Reading in the afternoon. Meditation at night.
Nothing unusual on the outside.
But inside his hidden world, everything was slowly changing.
One evening after study, Mu Yuan closed his eyes and entered the small world.
The glowing tree stood calmly at the center. The spirit pond reflected faint light. The soil looked darker and richer than before.
Mu Yuan walked slowly toward the edge of the land.
He stopped.
The boundary had moved.
Only a little… but clearly.
His world was expanding.
At his current stage, it grew about one square meter each day. He understood that at higher levels, the speed would increase ten times each stage.
Mu Yuan smiled softly.
A small world now… a great world later.
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That weekend, Mu Yuan returned to Ancient Wood Village.
His grandparents eagerly asked to visit again, and this time all four family members entered together.
They walked quietly around the world tree, observing every change.
Mu Qinglin examined the soil like a farmer judging fields. Su Wanqing checked the spirit pond water. Lin Yaozhi touched the leaves gently. Mu Qingshan watched everything with calm eyes.
After a long time, Mu Qingshan said, "Plant growth here will be faster."
They began testing carefully.
Small herb seedlings were planted near the glowing tree.
Within days, leaves became thicker and roots stronger. Even weak herbs revived slowly.
Not miraculous… but real.
Su Wanqing said softly, "This world also heals."
Mu Qingshan nodded. "Injuries recover faster here. Slow now… but clear."
Mu Yuan felt warm hearing their excitement.
Because his world was not only power.
It was hope.
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Soon, the family began planning.
Mu Qinglin would collect herb seeds from different villages. Lin Yaozhi would choose which herbs to grow first. Su Wanqing would study special environments for rare plants. Mu Qingshan would supervise everything.
Mu Yuan listened quietly.
This world belonged to all of them.
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Back at the academy, Mu Yuan continued his studies calmly.
He helped classmates, avoided fights, and read books quietly in the library. At night he practiced wood control in secret and observed his inner world.
To others, he was just a polite boy with a plant martial soul.
Nothing special.
But inside his heart, a world was slowly blooming.
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Late one night, Mu Yuan stood beside the glowing tree again.
Tiny herb seedlings swayed gently near the spirit pond. The edge of the land had moved another step.
Small.
But real.
Mu Yuan whispered softly, "Grow slowly."
Above him, the dim sky of his small world seemed a little brighter than before.