Chapter 005: The Spring of Life

“Damnous humans! Don’t think just because of your status I won’t kill you. If you provoke me, I’ll even risk violating…”
Before Naixiu could finish speaking, Lanling scaredly covered her mouth.
If an elf dared to openly speak disrespectfully to the goddess, the consequences would be…
“Honorable guest, I apologize on Naixiu’s behalf.”
Stopping Naixiu from drawing her bow, Lanling bowed deeply, her wide white robe hanging down. Yet even so, the outline of her prominent breasts could still be faintly seen.
Elves’ big breasts… truly impressive.
Du Fan merely smiled slightly. He wasn’t angry at all by Naixiu’s actions, as he felt it was completely unnecessary.
Naixiu being so agitated must mean she had some grudge against humans. Hmm, she must have been deeply hurt by them.
Just as this minor disturbance subsided, another beautiful melody played.
But this time, no one paid attention to it. First, Lanling pulled Naixiu away, and soon, Du Fan, feeling bored, returned to his room.
…
Not long after Du Fan returned to his room and rested, Lanling came. Of course, she came to see Du Fan for a reason—though it was to ask him to forgive Naixiu, which left Du Fan somewhat speechless.
Because he had never thought of pursuing Naixiu for responsibility.
Of course, Lanling had her own reasons. After all, Du Fan was an honored guest under the will of the Nature Goddess. Even if he didn’t pursue it, what if the goddess did? She had to consider that.
“Lord Du Fan, Naixiu hates humans so much because her parents were tortured to death by them.”
Lanling stood there and told Du Fan a story—neither long nor short—about Naixiu’s early life.
Naixiu’s childhood wasn’t spent in the Kai tribe but in the human world…
Her mother was captured by human hunters as soon as she became pregnant, and her father, who tried to rescue her, also fell into human hands.
From the day Naixiu was born, she witnessed firsthand how humans tortured her parents. Minor humiliations and rapes weren’t anything; it was the horrific methods they used that made her hate humans to the core.

Naixiu’s mother was forced to act as a sex slave day and night, while her father tragically became a plaything of a nobleman who favored men. Sometimes, those decadent nobles would even force her parents together to engage in utterly shameless acts. From the moment Naixiu was born, her human masters had already decided to make her a little sex slave, waiting until she grew a bit older to take advantage of her. It was her mother who, using the secret arts of the elf race, protected her mind and kept her aware of her true origins, preventing her from becoming a plaything of ignorant humans. By the time she turned ten, her noble master could no longer resist trying to abuse her. It was then that her elfic talents suddenly manifested, allowing her to kill the obese nobleman who wanted to rape her and escape from the human world. She originally wanted to rescue her parents, but given her strength at just ten years old, it was a miracle she managed to escape alive—killing that nobleman alone was already a miracle within a miracle. Fortunately, Naixiu was lucky enough to be rescued by an elf ranger wandering through the human world. It was this ranger who escorted her back to the Kayi tribe. Having witnessed her parents being abused by humans, Naixiu harbored deep hatred for them from a young age. If not for her lack of strength, she would have led the Kayi tribe to attack the human world and wreak havoc. After such a dramatic change, all humans seemed filthy in her eyes. The shadows in her heart only grew deeper and could never fade—this was why she hated humans so much. “To survive to ten in the human world and still retain her elfic memories? She…” Du Fan was stunned. He was well acquainted with the tactics of nobles who abused female slaves. For a mere elf slave to kill her master and escape without any external help was almost impossible. After all, although most nobles were idiots, none of them lacked capable subordinates. How could they just let her get away? It seems Naixiu’s luck was truly extraordinary. “Naixiu attributes her escape to the protection of the Nature Goddess, which is why she has always devoutly worshipped her…” Du Fan waved his hand. “Enough, enough. You don’t need to say more. I’m not that petty. As for the Nature Goddess, well, if she wants to blame someone, let her blame me instead.”

Hearing Du Fan’s answer, Lan Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily at him. Du Fan’s eyes twinkled as he said with a laugh, “I’m not that stingy. But… I am quite curious about you.” Lan Ling was slightly stunned and pointed at herself. “Me? What are you curious about me? Sir Du Fan, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.” Du Fan glanced at Lan Ling’s full breasts and smiled slightly. “Then I really will ask.” “Please go ahead, Sir. Lan Ling will answer everything,” she said sincerely. Du Fan smiled happily, looking at her breasts, and said, “As far as I know, the elves are usually quite petite in size. May I ask, Lady Sage, what about yours…” “Sir Du Fan, how can you… how dare you ask such a question?” Before Du Fan could finish, Lan Ling blushed and ran away. “It seems I can’t really answer everything after all.” Watching Lan Ling’s retreating figure, Du Fan shook his head helplessly.

…

In the room of the white-haired elf Frida. At that moment, Frida and Momoa were whispering about something very important to them as siblings. “Brother, if we succeed this time, then we…” Frida’s eyes shone with excitement. “Shh, sister.” Momoa gently silenced his sister, glanced around to ensure no one was eavesdropping, and then said, “It’s too dangerous here. You have to remember… we’re facing the Goddess of Nature, a true deity with supreme powers.” “Our master is also a god… What are we afraid of her?” “Well, said that way, but sister, do you really believe in our… that god?” Momoa spoke in a very low voice, but even so, Frida trembled involuntarily upon hearing it. She stared at her brother in shock, “What do you mean? Are you doubting…” “Shh…” Momoa silenced his sister again, closed his eyes for a while, and then said, “Sister, we’re just ordinary people. Before long, a war between gods will break out here—a battle between deities. We ordinary people can’t get involved. I’m not doubting our god; I’m just wondering if we can survive this war unharmed. Sister, haven’t you thought about that?” Momoa’s words left Frida silent.

Time passed by in a flash. It didn’t take Du Fan and the others long to wait before all the tribal elves arrived. Finally, led by Moses, the elves set off toward the legendary elven relic—the Spring of Life. Having lived under the Elven Ancient Tree for so long, Du Fan felt his physical strength had improved significantly. It seemed true that the tree could enhance one’s body. Only when he reached the middle of the Elven Ancient Tree did Du Fan realize that the Spring of Life was actually at the very front of an unimaginably large tree trunk. At that moment, tens of thousands of elves were climbing up the trunk, heading toward the Spring of Life. Perhaps influenced by the spring, Du Fan felt an increasing sense of comfort with each step he took, as if some kind of energy was constantly transforming his body. The aura emanating from the Spring of Life alone was already astonishing; what kind of transformation would soaking in it bring to one’s body? The closer he got to the Spring of Life, the more lost in thought Du Fan became. All the elves wore expressions of devotion, just like Du Fan had seen in the Holy Cathedral. Although they worshipped different deities, the situation was similar. It was understandable for the elves to be so devout, as they were approaching their sacred place. But Du Fan’s extreme devotion left the elves puzzled. Lan Ling secretly observed Du Fan and found his expression to be utterly holy and devout. What surprised her even more was that it didn’t seem fake—this was his true nature. Seeing the faint glow on Du Fan’s face, Lan Ling couldn’t help but sigh. No wonder the Goddess of Nature had chosen a human as her guest; ultimately, it was because of him. As they walked, the elves began singing. Though each elf’s voice was soft, the combined voices of tens of thousands of elves created a powerful atmosphere. Ordinary or less skilled elves stopped, closed their eyes, and sang. However, the clan leaders and wise elves with greater abilities continued to walk slowly while singing. At first, Du Fan didn’t understand the elves’ strange behavior, but as he kept moving forward, he gradually uncovered the mystery.

It turns out that as one moves toward the Spring of Life, with each step, although the sense of comfort increases, the resistance also grows. It’s not that the less capable elves don’t want to move forward, but rather that with their current strength, they can no longer proceed; that resistance prevents them from going any further. It seems that approaching the Spring of Life is indeed not easy.