After returning to Ancient Wood Village, Mu Yuan continued his cultivation quietly.
Morning meditation with his grandmother. Helping his grandfather prepare winter medicine. Reading family herb books. Visiting his inner world before sleep.
His soul power stabilized after Level Ten, and within a few days, it reached another calm peak.
One night beneath the willow tree, Mu Yuan felt his soul power deepen again.
Roots seemed to grow inside him.
His breath became steady and slow.
Mu Yuan broke through.
Level Eleven.
At that moment, the familiar rule appeared clearly in his mind.
At every ten levels… choose inheritance.
It was time for the second choice.
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Mu Yuan did not hurry.
For five days, he kept his routine while thinking carefully.
Every night, he entered his inner world.
The small land was still fragile. The sky dim. The spirit pond quiet beside the glowing tree.
A world could not grow without support.
It needed deeper roots.
It needed stability.
Mu Yuan remembered stories from old family books about a sacred tree that connected heaven and earth, whose roots touched void and chaos, a pillar that supported worlds.
Jianmu.
Mu Yuan felt calm.
This was the right path.
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On the fifth night after reaching Level Eleven, Mu Yuan sat quietly beneath the willow tree.
Snow fell softly around him.
He closed his eyes and spoke in his heart.
Second inheritance… Jianmu Sacred Tree.
Warm power spread through his body.
His consciousness sank into deep sleep.
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His family noticed immediately.
But no one panicked.
Lin Yaozhi stayed beside him. Su Wanqing checked his pulse. Mu Qinglin guarded the courtyard. Mu Qingshan prepared herbs quietly.
They trusted him.
When Mu Yuan woke, everything felt clearer.
Stronger.
He entered his inner world at once.
The spirit pond had grown larger. The ground felt firmer. The air richer. Somewhere deep below, he sensed invisible roots stretching into endless space.
His world had gained support.
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Mu Yuan also understood new rules.
Before, he could bring only one person into his world for a short time.
Now, he could allow four people at the same time, with a stay of about six hours each day.
The world was still small and needed rest.
His family listened carefully and nodded.
Together, they entered the small world for the first time.
They stood beside the glowing tree, silent and amazed.
Because they all felt the same thing.
This tiny world would one day become something extraordinary.
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Mu Yuan returned to Frostwood Academy after winter.
No one noticed anything unusual.
He was still the quiet boy with a plant martial soul.
Still Little Tree of Ancient Wood Village.
But inside, his world had taken another step.
And his roots were growing deeper every day.