Han Sen stayed in the cabin for a few days, and although he was still injured, he was able to get out of bed and walk around.
This time, Han Sen's injuries were too severe. He didn't have any medical equipment or healing powers to help him. He only had medicine and the Blood-Pulse Sutra to heal himself. It would take him at least a month or two to fully recover.
Over the past few days, Han Sen had learned a lot about the place from Qu Lanxi and Chu Ming.
This area belonged to Thorn Shelter. It was a noble shelter, and its name came from the fact that it was located right next to the Thorn Thicket.
Han Sen was at the edge of Thorn Forest, which was under the jurisdiction of Thorn Shelter's Qing Ming, a knight-class shelter under the jurisdiction of Thorn Shelter.
Qu Lanxi and Chu Ming were the only humans in Qing Ming Shelter. Qu Lanxi had been there for seven or eight years, while Chu Ming had been there for five or six years.
Both of them had signed a contract with the owner of Qing Ming Shelter, the knight-class spirit Qing Ming Knight. They had become members of Qing Ming Shelter, and they had to work for the shelter in exchange for resources and a chance to survive.
But humans were very low in status there. They were worse than ordinary creatures. After all, humans who had just leveled up were not as strong as ordinary creatures.
Qing Ming Shelter had many servant class spirits, and although they were not as strong as Qu Lanxi and the others, as long as their spirit stones were still in the shelter, they would be able to fight without fear of death. They were far more powerful than humans, as long as the spirit's spirit stone was still in the shelter.
So, humans were very low in the Third God's Sanctuary. That was especially true for those who had just joined. They could only do hard labor, and it took a long time for them to do so.
Planting geno seeds was one of those things. Qu Lanxi and Chu Ming were assigned to an orchard to plant geno seeds. Every year, they had to pay a certain amount of tribute to Qing Ming Knight to avoid being punished.
Although it was hard in the beginning, Qing Ming Knight only required them to pay a certain amount of tribute. He did not care how much they actually earned.
In the first few years, he didn't have much experience. His life was very tough. He didn't pay enough tributes and even suffered a lot of physical pain.
However, after getting used to it, they had a lot of surplus in the past few years, which they could use to exchange for the materials they needed.
Three years ago, they had used their savings to buy an ordinary class Ink-Sword Tree gene seed.
They had spent a lot of time and effort over the past three years, and most of their savings had been invested in it.
Finally, they had a good harvest.
They had managed to grow thirty-four Ink-Sword Trees, and they had been on the verge of ripening in a few days.
They had not expected Han Sen to ruin them.
Growing a geno seed was not easy. The level of the geno seed was an important factor, but during the process of growing it, a lot of resources had to be spent. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the seed to bear fruit.
Just like the Inky Jade Sword Tree, they had to water it with a bucket of Black Scaled Beast's blood every day to ensure that the Inky Jade Sword Tree grew healthily.
When the tree bore fruit, the bodies of the Black-Scaled Beasts had to be buried next to the tree to provide enough nutrients for the Ink-Jade Sword Tree to bear the Ink-Jade Sword.
Although the Black-Scaled Beasts were ordinary creatures, a bucket of Black Scaled Beast blood every day was still a heavy burden to Qu Lanxi and the others.
After all, the creatures of Qing Ming Shelter were loyal to Qing Ming Knight, just like them. They could not kill them, and so they had to use their savings to exchange for the Black-Scaled Beast's flesh.
If they wanted to hunt a creature, they would have to venture into Thorn Forest. But that was the territory of the creatures. With Qu Lanxi's power, killing a Black-Scaled Beast would be easy. If they were to encounter a primitive creature, they'd be in danger. Mutant creatures would be even more dangerous.
They had thought the Inky Jade Sword Tree would be a great harvest, and they would be able to grow thirty-four Inky Jade Swords. But things had turned out this way. It was no wonder Chu Ming did not treat Han Sen kindly. He had been their sole hope for the past three years.
He didn't expect the black crystal to absorb the lifeforce of the Ink-Jade Sword Tree. He felt bad, but it wasn't what he wanted. He didn't expect the black crystal to absorb the lifeforce of the tree.
Han Sen got up from his bed and walked to the yard in front of the cabin to get some sun. He wanted to stretch his body a little.
According to Lanxi, the garden had been left behind by an old spirit. The old spirit used to be in charge of the garden, but when he died, Qing Ming passed it on to Qu Lanxi.
Qu Lanxi and Chu Ming went to work in the garden. Although the Inky Jade Sword Tree had been destroyed, they still needed to take care of the other fruit trees. But the fruit trees were only enough for them to pay tribute to the Inky Jade Sword Tree.
Han Sen looked around the yard and did not see anything like a stool. There was a crooked old tree in front of the cabin, though. Its thick roots protruded from the ground, and it was a good place to sit.
Han Sen walked over to the crooked tree and sat down, enjoying the sun. He had been cooped up in the wooden house for the past few days, and he was starting to get moldy.
Han Sen looked at the crooked tree and noticed that it was very sturdy. The wood was dark red, and it looked very dense.
It was a pity that the old tree no longer had any green leaves. It was so bare that it looked like it had withered.
Han Sen continued to bask in the sun, and he tried to use his Dongxuan Aura. If he could use it, he could simulate a holy light and heal his wounds.
But Han Sen tried a few times, and his body was still in a mess. He could not cast the Dongxuan Sutra.
Although the Dongxuan Aura could not be used, it did help Han Sen recover some of his senses. The crooked tree he was leaning against was almost dead, but there was still a lifeforce in its roots. It was not completely dead.
But the lifeforce was too weak, and it was only a matter of time before it died.
But Han Sen still felt that the lifeforce of the tree was special. It did not seem to be an ordinary thing.
"Did this tree grow from a gene seed?" Han Sen touched the roots of the tree and spoke to himself.
"This is a Dragon-Blood Tree. I heard it was grown from a mutant gene seed. The old spirit wanted to grow this Dragon-Blood Tree, and so he went to Thorn Forest to hunt creatures. He wanted to provide the tree with nutrients, but he died there. The Dragon-Blood Tree died a few days later." Qu Lanxi returned and heard Han Sen talking to himself.