Chapter 1: The Crisis of the Divine Tree

  Early morning, New Delhi city, India, Rashtrapati Bhavan!

  As the seat of power in India, the Victoria Presidential Palace has always been heavily guarded and those who have served here are among India's elite, each possessing the ability to remain calm in the face of major crises.

  However, in the Presidential Palace these days, a restless atmosphere is inexplicably circulating. All the staff in the entire palace are busy and tense, as if doomsday is coming, filled with oppression.

  Bang!

  A loud noise came from the room of Indian Prime Minister in Victoria Palace, disturbing the quiet morning and adding a hint of gloom over India.

  "What did you say?" Indian Prime Minister Parash's right fist heavily hit the table beside him, his eyes were red and his face was distorted. In front of him stood several elderly men with their heads bowed low, two of whom were even trembling with fear. These were the ministers of several major departments in India.

  "You're saying the Divine Tree is continuing to wither and die? Can't be stopped at all? What are you people even doing here? And what about those botanists from the Academy of Sciences? Don't they have any solutions at all? How am I supposed to explain this situation to the masses now?"

  At this moment, Palas's expression was almost frantic.

  Behind the Mahabodhi Temple in India, there is an ancient Bodhi tree. This Bodhi tree is said to be a descendant of the tree under which the Buddha meditated for three days and three nights in the 6th century BC, attaining enlightenment and liberation from life. It is considered a sacred tree in modern Buddhism and is also the national tree of India today.

  In that year, a gardener stole one branch of the tree and sold it in Thailand for 10,000 baht. When the Indian Prime Minister visited other countries, he often gave a small sapling as a gift to the leaders of other countries, which shows its preciousness.

  But what Parashar did not expect was that just last month, he suddenly received a report from the maintenance personnel of the Bodhi tree in the Great Tower Temple, saying that this Bodhi tree, which had existed since India's independence, had begun to wither and die.

  Paras Laxmi informed the researchers at the Indian Institute of Botany and formed a special medical team to treat it, Paras originally thought that this matter would end perfectly, but what he did not expect was that two days ago he received news that the medical team could not stop the continued death of the divine tree.

  In India, the sacred tree is a symbol of good luck, its status far surpassing that of the Statue of Liberty in America, just as the dragon pulse did in ancient China.

  Paras ultimately failed to completely seal off the news of the withering and death of the divine tree, and when the people learned that the divine tree was dying, India was suddenly thrown into a state of panic and chaos.

  Paras is busy these days, he knows that if the living god tree cannot be rescued quickly, as the Prime Minister of India, he will be overthrown by the angry people within a week.

  Looking at Paracas, who was red-eyed and nearly furious in front of him, an old man swallowed hard and trembled: "Prime Minister, this is also a helpless thing. Those people from the Plant Institute are completely helpless about the withering death of the divine tree!"

  "Helpless!" Paros clenched his fists and paced back and forth in the room, saying fiercely: "Aren't those guys all self-proclaimed internationally renowned scholars? When it comes to asking for funding, they all brag about themselves, but when it's time to get things done, they can't do anything. What a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

  He glared fiercely at the several elderly men in front of him, and Parlas gritted his teeth: "I don't care what method you use, within three days, you must revive the Divine Tree for me. Otherwise, once I step down, you won't be able to continue working in your current positions!"

  "...this..." The several old men in front of Parlas exchanged a glance, their eyes lingering on Parlas for a moment before returning to the old man who had spoken earlier.

  The old man looked at Parlas, who was furious, and said in a low voice: "Prime Minister, I heard from the people of the Plant Institute that for the strange disease of the divine tree, now only one person in the world may be able to cure it!"

  "Who?" Paros asked urgently.

  "China's botanist Hua Yun!"

  "Hua Yun?" Parus's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Isn't that the genius botanist Hua Yun who solved the global food crisis?"

  As the second most populous country in the world, India is deeply affected by the global food crisis. As the current Prime Minister of India, Parlas has also heard of a Chinese young botanist who broke through the genetic defect of plant genetics and solved the global food crisis caused by population explosion in various countries over the decades.

  "Yes, Prime Minister!" The old man confirmed Parac's question.

  "What are you waiting for? I don't care what methods you use or what price you pay, I want you to bring this Hua Yun from China to me by tomorrow evening!"

  "Yes, Prime Minister!" The old men's faces immediately showed a determined look and they slowly left the room.

  I hope that Chinese cloud can really help us get through this difficult time!

  Turning around and gazing out of the window at the calm sky, Indian Prime Minister Parlas's eyebrows were tightly locked, at a loss for what to do.

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  Late afternoon, Mahabodhi Temple in India.

  Countless Indians who learned of the withering and death of the divine tree knelt densely on the steps in front of the Great Tower Temple, closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and devoutly prayed.

  Suddenly, a faint humming noise rose in the sky, and some onlookers raised their heads to see several Indian military armed helicopters speeding towards them.

  As a Buddhist holy land, armed helicopters were originally not allowed to land in front of the Great Tower Temple, but at this special time, they couldn't care less about that.

  A row of Indian soldiers with live ammunition quickly lined up in front of the Grand Temple, as an armed helicopter slowly landed, a group of people walked out of the armed helicopter.

  Several robust Indian soldiers quickly escorted two Indian officials and a young boy who had just emerged from an armed helicopter towards the Great Temple.

  That young man looked very ordinary, holding a black box in his hand, with a brisk pace, he was the genius botanist Hua Yun invited by the Indian government from China!

  As soon as they entered the Grand Tower Temple, a group of people who were clearly high-ranking officials immediately came forward. They looked at the young man in front of them, who was not very old but carried all the hopes of his country on his shoulders. The leader was about to speak when Hua Yun raised her hand and said coldly, "Don't say anything now, take me to see the Divine Tree immediately!"

  The man in the lead took a deep breath and suppressed the flattering words that were about to come out of his mouth, and without saying another word, he led Huayun towards the backyard of the Dagang Temple.

  As soon as she walked into the backyard, a lush Bodhi tree appeared in front of Huayun. The entire yard was filled with various measuring instruments, and some people were busy in front of them.

  These people are botanists of Indian Institute of Botany!

  This morning, Hua Yun, who was on an inspection tour of the Shennongjia, felt a thrill upon receiving an invitation from the Indian government through the Chinese government. As a botanist, Hua Yun had long been extremely interested in India's sacred tree, but due to the Indian government's strict protection of the sacred tree, Hua Yun had never had any opportunity to conduct research on it.

  But now the situation in India gave Huayun a great opportunity, and after understanding the situation, Huayun boarded a special plane to India with a huge reward from the Indian government officials who were gnashing their teeth but had no choice.

  Looking at the slightly withered Indian god tree in front of her, Hua Yun's mouth corners revealed a hint of a smile that others couldn't detect, and she stepped towards the god tree...

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  The President of India, Victoria House, a sudden ring of the phone sounded from the special telephone in the Prime Minister's room, Parlas, with a worried look on his face, picked up the receiver.

  "Prime Minister, I have a message from the Mahabodhi Temple...". The telephone operator's voice was trembling with excitement, and upon hearing the source of the message, Parash's body also shook slightly.

  The operator paused for a moment before continuing: "Thanks to the rescue efforts of Chinese botanist Hua Yun, the Divine Tree has stopped its dying trend and is now slowly recovering!"

  "What? What did you say? Say it again?" Parras gripped the receiver tightly, his voice full of excitement, his face flushed with red.

  "Premier, thanks to the help of Chinese botanist Hua Yun, the Divine Tree has stopped its dying trend and is now slowly recovering!" The telephone operator's tone was also tinged with excitement.

  "Hmm..."

  With a long sigh, Paros's body weakly fell onto the chair.

  After a while, Parus suddenly jumped up from the chaise longue, his face excited like a child who had just gotten his favorite toy, and shouted loudly: "Haha, the Divine Tree has revived, the Divine Tree has revived..."

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  Two days later, all major newspapers in China published the following news:

  Hua Yun, a 17-year-old botanist from China, was on his way back home after resolving the crisis of the divine tree in India when the private plane he was on suddenly exploded over the Indian Ocean.

  The Chinese and Indian governments have dispatched a large number of salvage personnel, but the body of young botanist Hua Yun has not been found after many days of salvage.

  According to expert predictions, under such circumstances, the survival rate of young botanist Hua Yun is less than one in a thousand!

  Genius is destined to be lonely, genius is also destined to be solitary. And no one knows that the magnificent life of Huayun, who can't be salvaged at the scene of the accident, has just begun!

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