It was late at night.
Darkness covered everything, rendering all things invisible.
Yet deep within the mountains, the night was far from peaceful. Ferocious beasts howled and growled in waves, sending tremors through the forest and shaking the leaves loose in a flurry.
At that very moment, deep within a certain mountain range, a soft light flickered faintly in the distance.
Looking closely, it turned out to be a slender branch. The branch was tender green, its leaves as crystal-clear as jade, radiating a gentle glow that spread outward without end.
"So this is… my golden touch?"
A whisper echoed like a murmur beside the ear, yet it could not be heard by anyone else.
Faintly, only the air seemed to tremble slightly.
Yu Ziyu, a transmigrator, had simply choked on a sip of water—and then his consciousness had slipped into darkness.
When he woke again, to his astonishment, he found himself reborn as a tree.
Yes, a tree.
And not just any tree—he was a willow.
Countless slender branches drooped like waterfalls.
Looking at its crown, it was broad and airy; the bark was ashen gray, with irregular cracks.
If he wasn't mistaken, it was likely a weeping willow, prized for ornamental value.
Of course, aesthetics aside, willows were commonly seen and frequently used in landscape design and urban greening as roadside trees.
...
As for transmigrating—even into a tree—Yu Ziyu wasn't particularly bothered.
It just felt a bit bizarre, like something that should have been impossibly far away had suddenly unfolded right before his eyes.
In the words of some people, "This is not scientific."
But science or not, Yu Ziyu's naturally easygoing temperament meant he wouldn't overthink it.
To be alive was already a blessing.
How could he dare to ask for more?
What's more, he had a rather impressive golden finger.
With a shift in vision, one could see a delicate willow branch glowing faintly green under the shroud of night, gently swaying in the wind.
It was just one of the more than fifty branches he currently possessed.
And the reason it glowed was simply because Yu Ziyu had invested 0.1 Evolution Points into it.
"Attribute panel."
He murmured.
In the next moment, a translucent blue screen appeared before his eyes—only visible to him.
[Species: Mutated Weeping Willow
Lifespan: 0.4 / 20 years
Evolution Points: 0.2 (Methods of acquisition: 1. Absorbing sunlight and refining unknown energy; 2. Plundering other animals or even plants to extract it.)
Abilities: One mutated branch.]
"Mutated, huh?"
Looking at the information on the panel, Yu Ziyu whispered softly.
Then, with a shift in thought, his attention turned to that particular branch.
By now, its glow had nearly faded, likely because the evolution had finished.
However, Yu Ziyu was beginning to feel something strange.
It was as if… he could freely control that branch.
Yes—freely control it.
Before this, although he had become a tree, his body was beyond his control.
Only when the wind blew would his branches sway slightly.
Which made sense, really.
After all, a willow was a plant, not an animal.
Yet now, Yu Ziyu felt something different, as though this branch had truly become an extension of his arm.
With a single thought, the branch gently rose.
Then, following the movement of his will, it began to sway again—this time curling into a ring, like a lively green snake.
"Interesting."
It was his first attempt, and Yu Ziyu felt a spark of excitement.
He could really control it.
And—whether illusion or instinct—he suddenly felt he could do even more than just that.
For example—
Just like now, whip it hard through the air!
"Crack!"
A crisp crack exploded in the night sky, as if the air had been whipped apart.
Then, to Yu Ziyu's astonishment, a wave of white air streaked through the darkness.
The wave was only about two meters long.
But it was clearly left behind by the motion of the branch.
In other words, his fierce lash had actually produced an air wave.
"This power..."
If Yu Ziyu still had a human form, he would've propped his chin up thoughtfully.
"If that hit a person, they'd probably die."
"Probably."
After a moment of thought, Yu Ziyu nodded slightly in confirmation.
After all, that strike was far more than enough to just break the skin.
It had created a sonic boom, after all.
And to Yu Ziyu, the term "sonic boom" wasn't unfamiliar.
Even a person holding a whip several meters long could crack it and produce a sonic boom.
When a whip is swung at high speed, it makes a sharp snap.
This phenomenon, in his past life, had already been explained scientifically nearly a hundred years ago—force travels down the length of the whip to the tip, where the speed peaks and breaks the sound barrier.
At that moment, the energy transfers into the air, resulting in a brief yet intense explosive sound.
That explosive sound was commonly known as a sonic boom.
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