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Over the next half day, with Grandma Matil's help, Mo Lan happily began moving in and decorating her new home. She didn't actually have much luggage. The so-called "moving" mostly involved various daily necessities that Matil had prepared for her, along with housewarming gifts sent by other Elves in the tribe. Soft, dry moss and fragrant dried grass were spread over the heartwood bed inside the tree hollow. A thin blanket woven from moonlight moth silk was neatly folded at the foot of the bed. Several…-
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"Since you think everything's fine, go ahead and ask the Tree Spirit for help!" Matil gently pushed Mo Lan toward the tree hollow, gesturing for her to approach. "Ask the Tree Spirit for help?" Mo Lan tilted her small face upward, her eyes full of confusion. Over the past few days while playing around the tribe, she had watched plenty of Elves building their own treehouses. They would typically choose an ancient tree that was thick enough and lush with branches and leaves, then cast a nature magic called…
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What followed turned into a joyful game of chase. Mo Lan was pulled along by Polly and Celine, tiptoeing as they tried to get close to the nimble wood sprites. But these little creatures were extraordinarily alert, always vanishing in a flash of light into the mushroom clusters at the very instant they were about to be touched, leaving behind only a string of laughter as crisp as wind chimes echoing through the air. Though they never once managed to actually touch a wood sprite, the process itself was…
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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…
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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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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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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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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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"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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