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And so, surrounded by three enthusiastic Elf children, Mo Lan began her first "expedition" through the Emerald Forest tribe. Their first stop was the little garden at Polly's house. It wasn't the neatly organized nursery Mo Lan had imagined. Rather, it was a small, sun-drenched clearing beneath her family's treehouse, where lily-of-the-valley flowers grew naturally alongside many other unknown little flowers that emitted faint glows or delicate fragrances, mingled with mosses and ferns. "Look! There they…-
1.2 M • Ongoing
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The commotion finally caught Elder Rhindor's attention. He strolled over, his face bearing a warm, inquiring expression. "Children, what's going on? You should be focusing on—" His words came to an abrupt halt the instant his gaze fell upon Mo Lan's bark paper. He looked up almost immediately, turning toward Matil, who had been standing not far away the entire time, his eyes filled with inquiry and disbelief. Matil responded with a calm, knowing nod, as if to say: "See? This is the difference I was…
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Mo Lan watched the Elves practicing their writing on the grass. They were all underage Elves, yet the age gap among them spanned several decades to over a hundred years—after all, Elves didn't reach adulthood until one hundred. The youngest among them were already in their teens, with builds comparable to human young adults. Even standing ramrod straight, Mo Lan barely reached their knees. But the enormous disparity in size did nothing to dampen Mo Lan's desire to learn. She lifted her head and said to…
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From the inheritance alone, Mo Lan had already mastered seven languages related to linguistic knowledge: Elvish, Draconic, Gnoll, Gnomish, Goblin, Beastman language, and Woodfolk. The breadth of coverage was enough to allow her basic communication across most regions of the Seran Mainland. Only the core knowledge pertaining to extraordinary professions and specific magical knowledge remained firmly locked away. Each time she tried to probe into those sections with her psychic power, attempting to force her…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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In an instant, Mo Lan felt a gentle, peaceful natural energy attempting to establish a connection with her. Wood Speech again! This was the first time Mo Lan learned that Wood Speech could be used to communicate not only with plants, but also with Elves! She didn't resist. Instead, after briefly steadying her thoughts, she responded. "Grandma Clan Leader~" "Good, good child." Matil said softly. She gazed into Mo Lan's emerald eyes—crystal clear and sparkling with keen intelligence—and felt her…
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"It's the 'Life Cocoon' at the top of the tree! It's matured!" "Look! It's... it's about to fall!" Cries of astonishment rippled through the tranquil tribe like waves across still water. The elves lifted their heads in unison, their gazes converging upon the crown of the Tree of Life, where seven or eight "Life Cocoons" hung, each radiating a soft green glow. Whenever an elf couple decided to bear offspring, they would come to the base of the tree and perform the sacred "Life Bonding Ceremony," entrusting…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Hearing the elves call out "Chieftain" in unison, Mo Lan finally understood. The elderly elf holding her, whose aura ran so deep and profound, was named Matil—the chieftain of the Emerald Green Tribe. Matil lowered her head with gentle affection, glancing at the unusually quiet little one cradled in her arms, then slowly raised her gaze toward the Tree of Life. A serene yet vast energy radiated from her body, softly touching and interweaving with the Tree of Life. Mo Lan recognized it immediately—this…
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As the inherited memories unfolded before her "eyes" like pages of a book, Queen Eliana's words were confirmed. She saw the magnificent magical capitals built by high Elves in ancient times, soaring into the clouds. She saw Elf archmages guiding elemental tides with a wave of their hands, reshaping heaven and earth in spectacular fashion. And she saw, in the epic tableau of the Primordial War, Elf legions fighting shoulder to shoulder with dragons against otherworldly invaders, safeguarding all of…
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Inside her personal tent at the Explorer's Camp, Mo Lan stood beside the Well of the Sky and activated the Seran world invitation in her hand. After the familiar pulling sensation of cross-world teleportation, the expected feeling of landing never came. Instead, she seemed to have fallen into a peculiar state of "suspension." She couldn't see anything. Her limbs felt weak and limp, and she could faintly feel a resilient, elastic barrier surrounding her. She appeared to be trapped in a cramped space. Rich,…
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After seeing the others off, Mo Lan returned home only to hear a knock at the door. Glancing at the icon flickering on the magical clock beside the door, someone was visiting at the lakeside cottage in Witch's Town. "Who could it be at this hour?" Mo Lan walked to the door with mild curiosity, gripped the handle, and with a flicker of thought, turned the magical clock's hand to the lakeside cottage icon before gently pulling the door open. Standing outside, beaming with a radiant smile, was Sylph. "You're…
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