From the care and blessing in their eyes, it seems that these should be of the same tribe with a fate similar to hers.

Those young snake-men who failed in bloodline awakening and were sent to do dangerous work.

Though they did not survive, they continue to guard the surviving Sarah in spiritual form.

One of the souls holds a bouquet of translucent flowers in its hand, emitting a faint pink glow.

Even after death, this pure emotion remains preserved in such a manner, beautiful like a never-fading flower.

Observing the kind souls surrounding Sarah, Ron reached a clear conclusion in his heart:

Her character is genuine, her kindness comes from within.

This "virtue appraisal" from the Spirit Realm is more reliable than any words or actions.

Because souls do not lie, good and evil are manifest at this level.

Evil gathers resentment and curses, while the good are surrounded by love and blessings.

Sarah clearly belongs to the latter.

"Sir, do you need me for something?"

Sarah asked gently, completely unaware that she was being observed through a supernatural vision.

"Nothing special, just wanted to confirm some...details."

Ron closed the "Spiritual Vision," looking at her earnestly:

"Sarah, do you know? You are a very special person."

"Me? Special?"

Sarah seemed puzzled, pointing to herself:

"I’m just an ordinary...slave."

"No, you possess qualities that many do not."

Ron said seriously:

"Kindness, resilience, without complaint, willing to help others...these qualities are more precious than any bloodline talent."

......

In the northwest corner of the Quicksand Lands, behind seemingly ordinary sand dunes, lies the true core of the Life Tree School—the Violet Garden.

Here, instead of traditional buildings, there is an organic palace made entirely of living tissue.

With the first step into the garden, one can feel the subtle pulse from the ground beneath.

These lichens are of a deep green color, their surface covered in velvet-like fur.

Whenever someone steps on them, they secrete a faint lubricating liquid, making walking exceptionally smooth.

The walls are equally filled with the rhythm of life.

Countless vines, of varying thickness, intertwine like blood vessels, forming a complex and solid structure.

The air is filled with a complex and contradictory scent.

The most noticeable is the sweet aroma from various exotic flowers, a mix of jasmine, rose, and lily, with a faint hint of blood.

Deep within this organic palace filled with life energy, Sheena stands respectfully before a breathtaking throne.

It is a living chair woven from hundreds of slender arms.

These arms maintain a perfect human form, skin fair as jade, nails meticulously trimmed.

They intertwine in an extremely complex manner, some bearing weight, some decorating, others swaying gently in the air, like elegant seaweed.

Most unsettling is that these arms all move slowly and rhythmically.

They gently caress the person on the throne, tidying her clothes, combing her hair, even handing her a teacup or book when needed.

Every movement is filled with servile flattery, as if the owners of these arms willingly sacrificed their limbs to forever serve the one on the throne.

Reclining on the throne is one of the three Great Wizards of the Life Tree School—the "Bright-eyed Girl" Seraphina.

Her appearance can be considered the masterpiece of the Creator.

Her features are as exquisite as the most delicate artwork, her skin fair and translucent, as if one could see the blood flowing beneath.

Her long, phosphorescent green hair cascades down her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering under organic light.

But most captivating are her clear, glass-like eyes.

Those eyes are flawless, like the purest crystal, able to perfectly reflect every change in expression of the observer.

But it is this excessive purity that deeply unsettles people.

For real human eyes should have emotional fluctuations, ripples of thoughts, traces left by life experiences.

Whereas Seraphina’s eyes are pure as the surface of a deep pool, without a ripple.

"Sheena, you seem to be in a good mood."

Seraphina’s voice is crisp like a silver bell, but it lacks any warmth:

"I imagine the plan is progressing smoothly?"

The arms weaving the throne sensed the change in their master’s tone and immediately adjusted their caressing rhythm.

Some fingers began gently massaging her temples, others drawing invisible patterns on her arm, every motion filled with flattering intent.

Sheena bowed deeply, a confident smile on her face:

"Lady Seraphina, I dare say the strategy this time is flawless."

Her tone carried evident pride:

"Even Ron Ralph, as intelligent as he is, is nothing more than a young man newly breaking through to Moon Level. Before the allure of knowledge, his reason stands no chance."

Sheena began detailing her plan, like an artist boasting of her masterpiece:

"No true wizard can resist the allure of Necromancy. Especially those self-proclaimed young geniuses, their curiosity often outweighs their reason."

"I specifically chose a binary knowledge seal method, allowing him to easily perceive the existence of hidden content but unable to directly obtain complete information. This ’half-concealed’ approach stimulates curiosity more than complete exposure."