Chapter 147 - 149: Spirit Fruit Banquet
The reason why Poor Tiger could thrive in the Death Maze like a fish in water is quite simple; he never provokes creatures that are stronger than him, nor does he choose to linger in those dangerous secret chambers.
The secret chambers he frequents are those that either house relatively weaker entities or are home to hospitable species. Within these chamber spaces, the most common sight are various kinds of Spirit Fruits. After all, Poor Tiger himself is quite the foodie; otherwise, he would not be so familiar with the Death Maze in just a hundred years.
"Through this chamber, the next one produces Spiritual Fragrance Fruits. I’m quite familiar with it. Let’s rest there for a bit. The journey ahead will not be so easy." Despite carrying Mu Can, Poor Tiger did not slow down at all. Moreover, during the swift journey, Mu Can didn’t feel any jolting whatsoever, not even a breath of wind, which gave him a new level of respect for the terrifying power of a Martial Venerate.
"Alright, Brother Tiger, I’ll follow your lead." After spending some time together, Mu Can had come to trust Poor Tiger greatly. Poor Tiger seemed to be a herbivorous animal with strength but no schemes, making it unimaginable to Mu Can how he survived in the perilous Death Maze.
"Hehe, the taste of the Spiritual Fragrance Fruits there is really quite good." Poor Tiger licked his lips, looking back with relish.
In less than half a day, Poor Tiger carried Mu Can through no fewer than a dozen secret chambers, each hosting different species in varied environments. However, Poor Tiger did not take Mu Can to appreciate the different sceneries, crossing them quickly instead.
Pushing open the hidden teleportation gate tucked in the corner, Poor Tiger leapt through with Mu Can, entering the Treeman’s secret chamber.
The Treeman’s chamber seemed much larger than any of the chambers they had encountered before. A towering Mother Tree stood at the chamber’s center, with a vast expanse of massive trees filling the space. A breeze wafted by, rustling the leaves like green waves rising and falling, presenting an invigorating scene.
"Ooaoaoaoa." As soon as Poor Tiger passed through the teleportation gate, he began to howl loudly. The roar traveled far through the dense forest.