Each Shows Their Own Special Skill

If human mystics were given the player template, then the Aberrations were given the boss template.

When it came to the shared trait of Immortality, the Aberrations' display of it truly lived up to the literal meaning of the word.

Just as Bobo could resurrect as a roast chicken after being eaten, Qinghua could piece its shattered porcelain back together, and Loop could start a new cycle even after being killed.

The Heart Orchardist took multiple attacks head-on. It should have been frozen, pierced through, and torn apart, but in reality, it rooted itself in the earth, absorbed nutrients, and surged with an endless stream of new vitality, visibly healing its wounds.

Being hard to kill prolonged the battle, making it easy for things to go wrong. This was one of the reasons why Aberrations were so dangerous.

For mystics of the same level, killing an Aberration took forever, and without finding the right trick, it was impossible. However, an Aberration might only need one successful strike to kill you.

On the battlefield.

The Second Seat of Silver Moon, the Architect Framework, was a close-quarters combatant.

His entire body was half human flesh and half smooth bone. Upon entering a combat state, he continuously and freely restructured his skeletal frame, sprouting sharp exoskeletons from various parts of his body like a hedgehog.

If it were a human mystic, they would absolutely refuse to fight him up close. At the very least, Chen Miemie had no desire to do so whatsoever.

The Heart Orchardist was not human, so it wasn't particularly afraid. Of course, since it was difficult for it to move, being afraid would be useless anyway.

Its lower trunk was riddled with small holes and slashed with numerous blade marks.

The Wind Maiden Dawn firmly controlled the airspace.

Floating in mid-air, she looked down from above and unleashed wind blades, severing the wildly thrashing branches one by one.

President Fina stood in place. Her body didn't move, but her Rubik's Cube head spun endlessly.

Along with the rotation of the cube, countless heart-shaped fruits surrounding the Heart Orchardist exploded in massive clusters. Juices that could have been fruit sap or fresh blood splattered everywhere.

The seemingly ferocious attacks landed on the Heart Orchardist.

However, for an Aberration with such astonishing regenerative abilities, these attacks did not seem frightening.

"Is this all you have? My orchard has hundreds of thousands of hearts, and every single one can grant me a new life. How many times can you kill me?"

Chen Miemie and the other two watched the battle from a distance.

"Things aren't looking good," Chen Miemie said, stroking his chin.

"Hmm? You can see a problem?" Fei Dongsheng, whose hair had temporarily returned to green, still felt the situation was excellent.

Chen Miemie's expression was solemn. "Yes. Generally speaking, in a battle, the side that seems to have all the advantages and attacks more than it defends usually ends up biting the dust."

Xi almost tripped.

She had thought Chen Miemie had incredible insight, but it turned out he just read too many nonsensical storybooks.

In Xi's eyes, an advantage was an advantage, and it would only snowball and grow larger.

This time, Chen Miemie wasn't talking nonsense; his prediction showed signs of coming true.

Plant-type Aberrations had difficulty moving, but at the same time, they were notoriously hard to kill.

The Aberrations themselves knew their own weaknesses. They possessed intelligence, and knowing they couldn't move, they would turn the place they rooted in into their stronghold, taking full advantage of the home turf.

Aside from its inherent abilities, the Heart Orchardist's roots had already spread throughout the entire orchard, extending an unknown distance underground.

Trying to outlast it in a battle of endurance would most likely result in being worn down to death.

Although the Silver Moon members' attacks were fierce, failing to take it down quickly meant their strength would soon deplete.

At this moment, a new mystic stepped forward.

The Seventh Seat of Silver Moon, the Bartender Meng Yun.

He wore a tailcoat today, with his hair styled like a gentleman, remaining unhurried and elegant as always.

From the very beginning of the battle, he had positioned himself in the back, hiding in a corner. He produced several bottles of alcohol from his coat and began performing flashy bartending moves.

Only now did he finally mix a seven-colored drink.

Taking advantage of the Heart Orchardist's lack of attention, he poured the drink into the soil directly beneath it.

The effect was immediate.

The wildly dancing branches and heart fruits filling the sky began to sway unsteadily, like a drunkard unable to walk straight.

Even the Heart Orchardist's regenerative abilities significantly dropped, and a flush appeared on the face of its upper body.

From this point on, the battle took a turning point.

After that, until it finally collapsed completely, it was unable to make any more waves.

In the Heart Orchardist's final moments of lingering between life and death, half-drunk and half-awake, its last words surprisingly contained no resentment:

"As a reward for killing me, I bestow upon you this fruit of regret. Inside its core lies the forgiveness you seek."

A glowing heart fruit dropped onto the spot.

Chen Miemie never expected that the victory of the battle would come down to a relatively low-profile bartender with little presence.

This also taught him a lesson.

The victor of a battle wasn't necessarily the strongest; the counteracting and application of Mystic abilities were far too crucial.

"The Bartender is awesome! I'll have to get some drinks from him later. I can taste them and use them for self-defense, hehe." Chen Miemie felt as if he had found a new powerful backer to rely on.

"Chen Miemie, you might have misunderstood that drink. The reason it worked so well wasn't just because the alcohol was potent," Xi shattered Chen Miemie's fantasy.

Fei Dongsheng also agreed, "Yes, Meng Yun is my partner. He's really not that strong. Things like alcohol or poison aren't that effective in mystic circles."

"This was actually a combat plan devised by the President."

"As a semi-plant, when the Heart Orchardist absorbs nutrients through its roots, it goes full throttle to achieve the necessary power, which is equivalent to being completely defenseless against energy coming from the soil."

"You could say it actively absorbed 100 percent of Meng Yun's drink and directly transported it throughout its entire body."

"Moreover, this drink wasn't mixed by Meng Yun alone. The raw materials inside were provided by the Gardener Keyuan."

Chen Miemie: ...

"So after all that, you guys came fully prepared, and I was the only one kept in the dark?"

"Yeah, who would come here to die without being prepared? There are still a few people who haven't made a move yet; they hold the backup plans in case the battle went south. Besides, we brought you along this time just to let you watch from the back and broaden your horizons."

Leaving aside Chen Miemie's spectator trio.

With the battle at the front won, it was time to reap the fruits of victory.

President Fina stood in front of the glowing heart fruit spoils.

"Everyone, the objective of this operation has been successfully achieved. This fruit is an advancement item for the Gardener, so it will be given to him. Keyuan has already transferred 2,000 years of time to me. As per tradition, I will distribute it according to effort and contribution. Does anyone have any objections?"

The crowd's silence indicated no objections.

The Gardener Keyuan stepped forward and stored the heart fruit into a jade box.

From beginning to end, Chen Miemie hadn't clearly seen what this Gardener's ability was.

While still on the way back to the city, Chen Miemie had already received his share: 160 years of time.

Xi received 100 years.

100 years was basically the guaranteed minimum; you got it just for showing up.

Chen Miemie received an extra 60 years because he stepped in to protect the two weaklings in the backline, which counted as a contribution.

To the current Chen Miemie, 160 years was a decent amount, but it was not exactly a massive fortune.

He still had over 2,900 years sitting in his account with nowhere to spend them.

With tonight's haul, his little stash had once again surpassed 3,000 years.

If 3,000 years were solely used for daily living expenses, it was an amount he could never exhaust.

But if he needed to hire someone to farm materials like the Gardener did, it would not even be enough for two runs.

Sure enough, the stronger a Mystic became, the poorer they were likely to be.

The car still held the same four people as the trip there.

Dawn actually assigned him some homework.

"Chen Miemie, using today's battle as an example, if you were required to take the field, what kind of combat strategy would you design? Think it over when you get back and let me know as soon as possible."