The Plant Master Becomes A Mute Sub-Beast: Farming And Laying Eggs

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Sacred Beast

Deeply moved, Oliver scooped up his hair, using Divine Energy to wash it clean, then transformed his tail back into legs, hiding his ears and horns.

His clothes were completely ruined due to his body growing too fast. Oliver used his long hair to wrap around his body, only exposing his face, and said coquettishly:

"Can someone help me get some clothes? My clothes are all torn~"

The group of warriors standing in a circle was slightly surprised, but the beastmen unanimously did not turn their heads to look. Only the three Sub-Beast warriors turned around to check on Oliver’s situation.

Seeing that Oliver had wrapped himself tightly, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Then, one of them suddenly exclaimed in astonishment:

"Oh my, did you eat weight-gaining feed or something? This appearance must be of a six or seven-year-old, right?"

"Oh wow, your hair is so long and thick, and incredibly glossy too. It looks so lovely."

"Don’t you two just stand there fawning over it. Everyone, clear out of the way."

A Sub-Beast hurriedly bent down and scooped Oliver up from the ground. During the process, he didn’t forget to pinch Oliver’s chubby cheek. Oliver blinked at the Sub-Beast, his light purple eyes wide and round, making everyone’s hearts there seem to melt.

A beastman said: "I suddenly want to find a mate..."

His companion sneered: "Wait until you can defeat a Sub-Beast in the tribe before thinking about that. Even now, the Sub-Beast Cipher is still picky, where would a weakling like you go to find a mate?"

The beastman pouted: "As if you are stronger than me!"

The companion shrugged: "Did I say I was stronger than you? Did I say I wanted to find a mate?"

The beastman was left speechless, frustratedly turning his face away, no longer bothering to pay attention to that rude guy.

On the other side, the Sub-Beasts had rummaged through the ready-made clothes in the pile of goods meant for trading, and finally found a set of clothes that fit Oliver. The young Sub-Beast said while dressing Oliver:

"There are no silk undergarments in the goods, you will have to make do with this coarse cloth for now. Wait until we return to the tribe, then we will sew you some undergarments."

Oliver slightly wriggled his body. The coarse cloth shirt rubbing against his skin was a bit uncomfortable, but not to the point of being unbearable, so he said softly: "It is fine, I do not feel uncomfortable."

The hearts of the Sub-Beasts all softened. Since birth, Oliver had always worn the softest silk clothes, having never worn coarse cloth clothes like this. Therefore, the little boy definitely felt uncomfortable, but because he didn’t want them to worry, he said that.

By the time they helped Oliver brush out his purple hair with its natural wavy curls, braiding it into a voluminous plait, they then added a few small white floral hair clips on the knots. Finally, they put on a headband with a white magical core to cover the pattern on his forehead. Everyone in the convoy felt their vision brighten. Ryder stared at Oliver in a daze, then couldn’t help but blush red.

Oliver shot him a glance, pulling his leg back and kicking Ryder head over heels: "What are you blushing for? I am asking you, what are you blushing for?!"

Ryder scrambled to his feet, his illusion of a gentle and beautiful Sub-Beast shattering in an instant. Forget it, this guy was only suited to be a younger brother; he shouldn’t have any improper thoughts.

Ryder’s newly sprouted fluttering feelings were immediately crushed to pieces by Oliver’s kick. From then on, the affection he held for Oliver was purely brotherly love.

At this time, on Kaelen’s side, everyone was also inspecting the results of their efforts.

"If counted according to the immortal cultivation ranks, I have successfully advanced to the Deity Transformation stage." Kaelen opened his hand, and a glowing vine appeared in his palm: "If counted according to the current ranks on the continent, I have advanced to the Sacred Beast level (11), just one step away from Demigod."

Sane nodded: "I benefited from your spiritual energy rain and have already advanced to level seven. I firmly believe I will catch up to you very soon."

Finnick happily wagged his tail. His body size had grown larger again. He immediately transformed into his human form and trotted over: "Papa, I have reached level five. But that is not all, Papa, look at this."

The little boy opened his hand, revealing the slumbering creature in his palm. It was Chloe. She had entered her second evolutionary form. Kaelen stretched out a finger and poked that tiny face. The sleeping Chloe, being disturbed, stretched out a leaf and gave a little flick, then rolled over onto her side and continued to sleep.

Sane brought his face close to look, muttering:

"She looks like Lilligant, right?"

Kaelen: "..."

Goodness, our genius Chief still remembered the Floral Crown Pokemon from this national animated series loved by both young and old.

He said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "On her head is a leaf hat, not a flower hat. I think she looks more like a miniature form of those Elves, just missing a pair of transparent wings. Alright, let’s clean up this mess first, then head back, lest everyone gets anxious."

Sane nodded, and Finnick also placed Chloe on his head, diligently clearing the stone path. They didn’t clear the trees, because no tribe lived in this area, and the ground was excessively barren. If there were a large forest, it would attract animals to settle down. That would also be quite beneficial for the surrounding tribes.

Kaelen also harvested a bunch of seeds because the seed pouch he initially carried with him had been force-ripened under the spiritual energy. Surprisingly, these seeds already showed signs of evolving into spiritual plant seeds. Just by throwing them into Ryder’s spatial dimension and leaving them be without planting, they would automatically absorb their fill of spiritual energy and evolve into spiritual plant seeds.

The family of three returned carrying fully stuffed large and small bags, astonished to discover that their youngest son/youngest brother had also leveled up. The rank advancement process even created an underground river providing water for six neighboring tribes.

Looking at the adorable youngest son before them, Sane and Kaelen’s hearts couldn’t help but soften. The innocent chubbiness of a newborn baby was gradually fading, his face beginning to have angles, and the contours of his facial features also gradually becoming sharper. Just looking at this face, one could affirm that when the little boy grew up, he would become a great beauty.

Sane started to feel a bit worried, feeling that he should make a wooden mask to cover his son’s face. Kaelen thought for a moment, took a silk scarf out of a chest, and tried fitting it over Oliver’s face.

After adjusting it, he then took scissors to cut the scarf diagonally, then used a needle and thread to hem the edges, adding two small strings. Once finished, he tied the scarf over his son’s face, only exposing the eyes. Oliver at this moment looked like he possessed an extra hint of ethereal grace.

Sane frowned: "You can still tell he is very beautiful..."

Kaelen laughed, patting his shoulder: "We can’t force the boy to be completely covered up like us, it is very uncomfortable. Besides, when he grows up later on, he will also have to find a mate; we can’t keep him forever."

"How about smearing his face yellow like you did before, simultaneously sealing away his beauty and nourishing his skin."

Kaelen gave Sane a meaningful sideways glance: "Yeah, sealing my beauty to that extent yet I still encountered a pervert."

Sane let out a light cough, embarrassedly turning his face away.

The matter of sealing Oliver’s beauty ended here. The entire group tallied their numbers and supplies again, then continued on their journey. The scout groups from the other tribes were also brought along, simply because Kaelen didn’t want to waste too much time helping these tribes rebuild their livelihoods anymore.

It was better to let them follow along and learn by themselves, then return to popularize it within their tribes. Of course, if they wanted to exchange supplies, they could wait on the stone path to trade.

Half a day later, when the sun was high in the sky, the Crimson merchant caravan arrived at the Cinder tribe. First, they went to greet the elderly Priest of the Cinder tribe, then exchanged pleasantries and interacted a bit with the clansmen in the tribe. After finishing lunch, Cinder began to lead them on a tour of his tribe.

The Cinder tribe was located on a very vast grassy plain, with a fairly large river cutting across it. On both banks of the river, there were expansive plots of farmland, and many people were working by the riverbank.

Chief Cinder had also learned the methods of farming over at the Bramble tribe, as well as the method of separating drinking water from domestic water. After returning, he immediately had his people emulate it. Now, their vegetable fields on both sides of the riverbank had taken a proper shape. As for a rather large area of farmland further away from the riverbank, the soil had already been turned over, waiting to be made into raised beds.

The beastmen all transformed into their beast forms, using their claws to dig instead of farming tools. There was no other way; even though Cinder had carefully memorized the shape of a hoe and had his people try making it upon returning, it couldn’t be used at all. Cinder had already thought it through thoroughly: he absolutely had to spend all his capital to exchange for some farming tools from the Crimson merchant caravan. Even if they couldn’t learn to replicate them, they would still have some to use.

Beastmen shifting back to their beast forms consumed a lot of physical stamina. They could almost only work for half a day, and had to rest and recover their strength for the other half. At this moment, Cinder had not yet thought of the fact that farming could also be divided into shifts, just like dividing the guards.

Kaelen walked with Cinder to the edge of the field, reaching his hand down to scoop up a handful of soil for inspection. He nodded: "The soil quality is quite good, suitable for growing crops. I already taught the composting method to the Bramble tribe; you can send someone over there to learn it."

Chief Cinder nodded: "I already sent people over there a few days ago. Right, we have dug up a little bit of each type of tuber nearby, and they are all placed in the storage room over there. Do you want to go take a look right now?"

Kaelen naturally agreed. As it happened, he also wanted to test if there was anything useful. Cinder hurriedly led them to a stone house at the beginning of the tribe’s residential area. The Cinder tribe was the type of tribe that was eager to learn, often selectively adopting good things from other tribes to improve the living standards of their own tribe. For example, regarding Bramble’s wooden houses, instead of making them entirely out of wood, they modified them into wooden houses combined with solid stone walls.

Although this type of house had poor lighting, it was more well-ventilated than a cave and more windproof than a wooden house, nor was it afraid of collapsing under the snow. On this point, Kaelen had to greatly admire Chief Cinder. Sane also learned a lot of methods for governing a tribe from Cinder.

"I inherited this Chief position from my Daddy one hundred and thirty years ago. I did not expect that in the end, I would be defeated by my own son’s hands. I do not understand why he is so infatuated with that shameless Gray Wolf Sub-Beast like that."

Regarding the private affairs of Cinder’s family, both Kaelen and Sane did not offer any comments. The two looked at each other, reading the same question in each other’s eyes.

The name is the same, the race is also the same, and the age is the same too. Surely this isn’t the Rylan that they know, right?