Reincarnated as a Divine Tree

Chapter 65: Resuscitation

Oliver's return was met with a wave of cheers from the clan members.

Even many house servants looked at the fierce beasts behind Oliver with faces full of admiration. If they had encountered these beasts, they would probably have become fertilizer for the Disordered Burial Mountain the next day.

"Oliver's team hunted three fierce beasts today. This time, his team is definitely in the lead."

"Of course, Oliver is the strongest in the clan now!"

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The praise from everyone did not make Oliver arrogant, as he had heard such compliments so many times that his ears had grown calluses.

"Something's wrong! Someone, come quickly, Uncle Michael is injured!"

Just as everyone was praising Oliver, a figure hurriedly ran in from outside, looking extremely anxious.

Behind him, another hunting team was carrying someone back to the clan.

This team was led by William and Michael, who had recently become Blood Condensation Realm Warriors.

Although the two had just entered the Blood Condensation Realm, their hunting experience was not weak.

When the clan members heard that Michael was injured, their faces showed a hint of surprise. But when they saw Michael being carried back, they quickly rushed forward to check his condition.

Michael, who had been fine before setting out, now had blood pouring from his chest, so much that his clothes couldn't stop the bleeding. His face was pale, and his breath was weak, clearly gravely injured and on the brink of death.

Seeing this, many clan members panicked.

A clan member quickly spoke up:

"Our team hunted today but didn't see any suitable prey for a long time, so Uncle Michael and Uncle William decided to go deeper."

"But who would have thought that on the way, a mid-stage Blood Condensation Realm beast suddenly attacked us!"

"Uncle Michael couldn't react in time and was severely injured. Then Uncle William covered our retreat, and we barely escaped."

Even Oliver frowned at this moment. Such injuries were hard to save.

But then, a flash of inspiration hit Oliver, and he hurriedly said:

"Quick, take Uncle Michael to the Ancestral Hall! Pray to the Sacred Tree for help!"

"Willie, you take me back the same way to rescue Uncle William!"

Hearing Oliver's words, the other clan members immediately reacted.

Yes, how could they forget about the Sacred Tree of the clan!

They had been so busy with various clan matters recently, and with the Ancestral Hall closed, they had forgotten to pray to the Sacred Tree.

But with such severe injuries, could the Sacred Tree really save him?

Many clan members were doubtful. The last time someone was injured, it wasn't as serious as this. Michael's eyes were already lifeless, clearly unable to hold on any longer.

Without further hesitation, the clan members carried Michael towards the Ancestral Hall.

Oliver, meanwhile, took two people and headed back to the Disordered Burial Mountain to rescue William.

On the way to the Ancestral Hall, Ethan hurried over upon hearing the news. Seeing Michael's injuries, Ethan's eyes trembled. Without saying much, he rushed towards the Ancestral Hall.

Inside the Ancestral Hall, Noah Ji, who was listening to the conversation of two living souls below, quickly noticed the group rushing towards the hall.

Sensing the weak breath of Michael, Noah instantly understood.

Under the shade of the tree, the two living souls also stopped their conversation. These two souls were none other than Benjamin and Edwin.

Using the shade of the tree, they could appear in the Ancestral Hall during the day, though outsiders couldn't see them, and they couldn't stray too far.

Seeing Michael being carried in, they both sighed:

"Alas!"

"With such injuries, he can't be saved!"

Both had been Blood Condensation Realm Warriors in life, but even a body tempered by the Blood Condensation Realm would die from severe trauma.

Moreover, because the muscles and bones of Blood Condensation Realm Warriors were tempered, it was even harder to recover from injuries.

With such severe wounds, if the bleeding wasn't stopped initially, it would be hard to save him.

The two looked sorrowful, but as living souls, they could only watch silently, unable to help.

Up ahead, Ethan, seeing the Sacred Tree of the clan, quickly calmed down and hurriedly prayed:

"Please, Sacred Tree, help us!"

Above, Noah did not hesitate. As the Sophora leaves swayed, numerous green specks fell from the branches, drifting towards the dying Michael.

This time, the green specks were more concentrated and numerous, as Michael was not only severely injured but also a Blood Condensation Realm Warrior.

If there wasn't enough vitality, it might not be possible to save him.

If that happened, there would be one more living soul in this Ancestral Hall.

Although it was possible to revive as a soul, what Noah needed now were Deduction Points. Saving a living clan member was better than having another soul.

Seeing this, Benjamin and Edwin were both surprised.

They had only recently been revived and had never seen the Sacred Tree display other supernatural powers.

Moreover, reviving them had already been the greatest display of power, hadn't it?

The two exchanged glances, a hint of doubt in their eyes.

If they remembered correctly, even the previous Sacred Tree of the clan didn't have such powers, did it?

Could it be that this small section that split from the previous Sacred Tree was actually more powerful?

They looked at each other but didn't rush to conclusions, continuing to watch.

As a large number of green specks entered Michael's body, the wound hidden under the blood-soaked cloth quickly began to heal.

Michael's pale face gradually regained color, and soon a flush appeared, bringing back his nearly non-existent breath.

The next moment, Michael opened his eyes in confusion.

Seeing so many eyes on him, he asked in bewilderment:

"Clan Chief, what happened?"

With that, Michael leaped up from the ground, his movements agile, showing no signs of severe injury.

Seeing the blood-soaked cloth on his chest, Michael was startled. The memory of being injured in the Disordered Burial Mountain quickly returned.

Remembering, Michael hurriedly said:

"Clan Chief, quick, William is still out there!"

"Don't worry, Oliver has already gone."

Hearing this, Michael breathed a sigh of relief. But when he saw his healed chest and the Sacred Tree ahead, he understood and quickly began to thank the Sacred Tree.

Seeing Michael, who had been nearly dead, recover in an instant, the most shocked were Benjamin and Edwin under the tree.

As for the other clan members, their faces were filled with joy and relief.

So the Sacred Tree could even save such severe injuries. Didn't that mean as long as they didn't die outside the clan, their lives were safe?

Wait, even if they died, it didn't seem to matter much, right?

The elders in their dreams said the other side was fun. Not only could they gather long-term, but they also didn't need to eat. They spent their days chatting and occasionally training, living a carefree life.

At the back of the Ancestral Hall, Lucas and Alexander, who had been practicing combat skills, rushed over from the clan square upon hearing the news.

Seeing the scene before him, Lucas was moved.

He vaguely remembered finding a damaged combat skill in the Ancestral Hall.

What was it called?

No, he had to find it!

He couldn't practice the Grand Ancestor Long Fist for another minute.