Chapter 125 – Ancient Camphor Tree (2/2)

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Fatty killed a few more monsters, then went offline to eat and recover for a while. When he returned, he killed Piranha Flowers until he completely lost count of how many he had before finally clearing out an area that would allow him to advance and retreat at will.

He observed the Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit from afar and felt a sense of awe for Mother Nature, or rather, the designers in the dev team. The tree trunk was so thick that it would require a hundred people to surround; it was over a hundred meters tall and stabbed into the clouds; its branches were like wyrms that sprouted from its trunk, and the leaves created a gigantic umbrella that covered over a square kilometer of area.

Fatty walked over and waved, “Hello.”

Whoosh.

The Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit shook its leaves as a realistic human face slowly surfaced on its thick trunks. Man, it looks so real.

Wait a sec, I suppose it is real.

Fatty took a step back and forced a smile, “Hey, you’re not asleep yet?”

“Young man, what business do you have in my territory?” The human face opened its eyes and spoke. Its voice was deep and experienced like a sage who had witnessed countless eras past.

“Nothing special. I just heard a lot about how mighty you are, so I came to see what’s so special,” Fatty chuckled.

“I see. Haha,” the Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit replied. Fatty could not tell what emotions it felt. “Then, did you manage to see what’s special?”

“Of course,” Fatty looked up. “Your body is insanely huge, I admire you so much, I respect you so much! Those feelings are like the unending flow of water into the sea, like the endless cycle of water through the world…”

“Mm, not bad. Continue,” the Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit’s facial expression changed once more. This time, it seemed to be laughing.

Fatty was stunned.

“What is it? Do continue,” said the Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit.

“You enjoy hearing that?” Fatty asked.

“I have been alone for too long. It’s not a bad feeling when hearing a little fellow say some fun words,” the Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit spoke just like a wise grandpa talking to his grandson.

Fatty felt a chill down his spine.

“Alright. Since you enjoy hearing all that, then I’ll tell you more,” Fatty put checked his inventory to ensure that the Thunderfire Power Bombs were still there. I’ll test him out first.

Thus, Fatty began. He covered the ancient times to modern times; from China to the rest of the world; from novels to traditional literature; from gossip to the news. He spoke for more than two hours until his mouth ran dry. The Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit nodded in enjoyment at times, causing the entire tree to shake as if raging winds were blowing in the area.

“Ahem, say, old sir, I’ve already spoken about so much already, aren’t you going to… you know?” Fatty took a break and took a sip of a health potion to wet his lips.

“What do you want?”

“I heard you have something called Five Elemental Walks – Woodwalk? Can you lend it to me?”

“That book? I gave it away.”

“WHAT!?” Fatty was outraged. “Lord Fatty told you so many stories and you told me that you gave it away!? Are you kidding me!?”

“Young man, calm down. Impulsivity brings ruins.”

“Ruins your ass! Hand it over, or I’ll blow you up!” Fatty took out a Thunderfire Power Bomb.

“Thunderfire Power Bomb?” The Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit opened its eyes wide in surprise. “No wonder you dared to come here. So you have that bastard’s Thunderfire Power Bomb.”

“Hmph, you gonna hand it over? If you do, then Lord Fatty will go off. If you don’t, then die, die, die!”

“Little fella, are you sure that it’s going to be of any use against me?” The Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit continued leisurely.

“What do you mean? Don’t try and lie to me. If Lord Fatty throws it out, then this place will turn into an ocean of flames. Even you won’t survive it!”

“Young people always act so impulsively. Ahh, I was like that once as well, but I’ve gotten old now. I always want to sleep,” the Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit sighed, then, the face on the trunk disappeared as if it went into slumber.

“Hey, don’t leave. You didn’t finish yet. I’m going to throw this out if you don’t give me a reply!”

“Young man, go. I don’t fear it even if West comes himself, and this is just a single Thunderfire Power Bomb. Also, I’ll tell you once more, Woodwalk is not with me, go and ask around,” the tree spirit’s voice seemed to soften as if it has truly fallen into deep sleep.

“Not here again?” Fatty didn’t doubt the Ancient Camphor Tree Spirit’s words. It’s probably like how it is with West, he doesn’t need such a low level skill.

But where could it be?

Hmm, it must be on a wood boss monster that can move around.

Limiting the options made everything easy. Fatty decided to call Bai Xiaosheng093.