Traveling to the future, the story with the orc king

Long Yan was inside the space, his eyes fixed on the astonishing scene unfolding before him, a wave of surprise welling up in his heart. He thought to himself, "They actually have a space too. Is it the same as Ziyu's space? Can you live in it?"

After Clan Leader Kong and the other two left, Long Yan didn't immediately act. Instead, he quietly continued to observe the situation outside the space. A quarter of an hour later, he heard a series of crisp "Ding... Ding..." sounds. Then he saw a metallic object, resembling a flying insect, rise from the grass and sprint in the direction Clan Leader Kong had left.

Long Yan narrowed his eyes as he watched the metal insects fly away. His gaze revealed the mysterious "king's" meticulous thoughts. He wondered, "Is that man still the leader of the Peacock Tribe? Kong Mingzhu is no longer the same person! If not, how many orcs of the Peacock Tribe are no longer Peacock Orcs? I need to tell my father about this as soon as possible. I wonder how many orc tribes have been captured."

Thinking of this, he slowly stood up from his seat, his movements light but firm. His slender figure left the study and walked steadily towards the apothecary.

When Long Yan entered the alchemy room, he saw a huge stone table in the center, covered with all kinds of rare herbs, bottles and jars, and refining tools. Lin Ziyu, the spirit Lin Xin, and Mo Zhu gathered around the table.

At this moment, they were concentrating intently on observing the elixir in the center of the table. Lin Ziyu frowned slightly, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, carefully comparing the elixir records within. The spirit Lin Xin hovered in the air, emitting a faint light. His bright eyes stared intently at the herbs on the table, occasionally making crisp noises as if communicating with them. Mo Zhu sat quietly to the side, his deep eyes gleaming with a mysterious light as he silently pondered something.

Long Yan walked slowly to Lin Ziyu's side with light steps and asked softly, "Ziyu, what are you looking at?"

Lin Ziyu, who was concentrating on observing the spiritual medicine on the table, was startled by the sudden question and trembled all over. After turning around and seeing that it was Long Yan, he breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest and complained, "Oh, Brother Yan, you scared me! Why are you walking so quietly?" After saying this, he gestured to Long Yan to look at the table. On the table was a spiritual medicine emitting a strange light, and continued, "Look, this is it. It was discovered by the weapon spirit Lin Xin and Mo Zhu in the space."

Upon hearing this, Long Yan also cast his gaze towards the magical herb on the table. It resembled a lotus flower, emerald green like jade, with faint golden lines shimmering through its petals. It also resembled a green jade sword with golden lines, clearly no ordinary item. Curious, he asked, "What kind of magical herb is this? It looks quite rare. It resembles a flower made of jade swords."

Lin Ziyu shook his head and said, "Hey, Brother Yan! Look, we are also looking for clues and answers about it." As he spoke, he pointed to the various books piled up on the table and scattered on the ground, some of which were parchment, some were bamboo slips, some were jade mirrors, and so on.

Standing nearby, Long Yan's eyes suddenly lit up. He keenly sensed the strange fluctuations emanating from the spiritual herb. His face was filled with astonishment, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Huh... This actually contains such powerful sword intent! It's incredible!"

Lin Ziyu didn't feel anything unusual at first, but after Long Yan reminded him, he looked carefully and found that the shape of the elixir was like a flower composed of exquisite jade swords, which was beautiful and mysterious.

Just as both of them were immersed in their admiration for this magical medicine, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly rang out: "Master, master, I know! I know what it is!" The spirit Lin Xin shouted excitedly.

Then, weapon spirit Lin Xin solemnly introduced it to Lin Ziyu, "Master, this is a rare flower from the sword tree, commonly known as a sword fruit. The sword fruit is extraordinary. Not only can it be used as a powerful weapon, it also has extremely high edible value! Each petal contains a unique sword intent and represents an extremely fierce attack method."

Lin Ziyu listened to Lin Xin's explanation with great interest, blinking his bright eyes as he curiously inquired, "How do you eat this magical sword fruit? Do you just bite it directly? Or do you need to refine it into a pill before taking it?" Just as Lin Ziyu finished speaking, the sword fruit, which had been quietly resting on the table, suddenly leaped to life. It rushed towards Lin Ziyu's face with lightning speed.

In an instant, there was a light "bang" sound, and the sword tree flower hit Lin Ziyu's face accurately, and then penetrated into his sea of consciousness. Lin Ziyu's body fell backwards.

Long Yan was startled and shouted, "Zi Yu..." Then, he reached out to catch Lin Zi Yu who had fallen. He saw that his eyes were closed and he was unconscious. He shouted, "Zi Yu... Zi Yu... wake up."

The weapon spirit Lin Xin nervously circled around them. Mo Zhu stepped forward and said, "Master Long, can I check on you?"

Long Yan raised his head and looked at him with a frown, then nodded slightly. "Yeah."

Mozhu reached out and gently placed his hand on Lin Ziyu's. Then, a green spiritual light slowly enveloped Lin Ziyu's entire body. After a while, Mozhu withdrew his spiritual power and said, "Master Long, you are fine. The Sword Tree Flower and the Sword Tree Spirit are merging."

The Sword Tree Flower in Lin Ziyu's sea of consciousness saw the Sword Tree Spirit and pounced upon it. Its emerald green, sword-shaped petals parted and merged with the Sword Tree Spirit. On a branch beneath the Sword Tree Spirit's crown, a emerald green flower with golden markings sprouted.

Lin Ziyu's consciousness danced like a lithe butterfly, slowly circling the mysterious and ancient Sword Tree Spirit. He surveyed this strangely radiant being with curiosity, as if trying to peer through its exterior to uncover the secrets hidden within.

At this moment, a slightly anxious and worried voice suddenly reached Lin Ziyu's ears. "Ziyu... Ziyu... It's been five days. When will you wake up?" The voice came from Long Yan, who had been waiting nearby.

Lin Ziyu was startled for a moment, his consciousness returning to his body like a tide. He slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually becoming clearer. The first thing that caught his eye was Long Yan's slightly haggard face. His once handsome features now looked a little worn out by the worry of the past few days.

Lin Ziyu opened his mouth, trying to make a sound, but his throat felt dry and painful as if it had been burned by fire. He could only squeeze out a very hoarse word with difficulty: "Brother Yan..."

Hearing Lin Ziyu finally wake up and call out his name, Long Yan's face suddenly showed an ecstatic expression. He quickly responded, "Ziyu, you're awake! Drink some water to moisten your throat first." As he said that, Long Yan quickly reached out to pick up a glass of warm water beside him and carefully handed it to Lin Ziyu's mouth.

Lin Ziyu drank a few sips of water, and his throat felt less sore. Then he called out, "Brother Yan..."

Long Yan smiled, put the cup of water on the table beside him, turned and walked out the door.

Lin Ziyu stared at Long Yan in astonishment as he left, his eyes wide. He thought to himself, "Brother Yan is angry!" He pouted in dissatisfaction, muttering to himself, "How can I be blamed for this? It was the Sword Tree Flower that rushed over without warning. What bad luck!" As he thought about it, he felt more and more wronged, and couldn't help but slap the bed beneath him a few times to vent his dissatisfaction.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the room was so quiet that only Lin Ziyu's occasional humming could be heard. At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Long Yan walked in with a fragrant meal. Lin Ziyu closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Long Yan put the food on the table and walked to the bed. When he saw Lin Ziyu lying there quietly with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile on his face.