Chapter 202
Chapter 202: Bewildered Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After ten days or so of labor, the hawthorn seed from Boss Tan which had been cultivated in spirit soil and watered with spirit water day and night had finally sprouted and was growing quickly .
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal put his hands on his hip and looked at the young green hawthorn fruit with a sense of pride .
Ten minutes or so ago, the fruit had only been as big as a soybean, but it was now growing rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye .
Soon, the fruit of the hawthorn tree would be fully ripe . But despite his pride, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal still felt somewhat frustrated, because the little mud-playing girl whom Boss Tan had mentioned had yet to show up!
"Senior Immortal, will the girl whom Boss Tan mentioned really show up?" Song Qingshu, dressed in a well-ironed suit behind the man in white, asked .
"Who knows . . . " The young man looked a little unhappy as he pursed his lips .
In fact, most of them hadn't placed much hope in this method from the beginning . Wang Ling had always felt that it wasn't very reliable, but there were always "fools" in this world . Boss Tan was one of them, for keeping this seed for many years, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was another, for believing that if he planted this hawthorn seed, the girl would really come . . .
Some people said that the higher a cultivator's realm was, the more shrewd they would become; in the end, all of them would become devils in the eyes of the world, since they lacked the so-called "romance" of life . However, in Wang Ling's opinion, this "romance" was in fact an important part of a cultivator's heart .
So, cultivation wasn't necessarily about bitterness or hatred, but nor was every cultivator as "romantic" as Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal .
There were times when Wang Ling would feel in his heart that to be able to have met such a friend on his cultivation path was a very good thing .
. . .
Evening had fallen, and the street lights next to Wenxian Garden had just come on .
A figure suddenly walked out of a spatial crack under a street light . This was a blind spot, and when it emerged, none of the passersby on the roadside sensed its sudden appearance .
"With the Purple Gold Gourd's spatial fog and this thing nowadays called the GPS positioning system, my venerable self can freely go anywhere on this earth . " In Jiang Liuyue's body, the old devil looked down at his phone and smiled slightly .
Initially, moving around with the Purple Gold Gourd's spatial fog meant that he had to specially exit first and then use his great power to lock down the position, which was a waste of time and spirit energy . This operation now was really far, far more convenient than before!
The old devil: "Is this the place?"
"Yes, Lord Devil Emperor, there's definitely no mistake; the person who took the Seven Stars Sword lives here . " Jiang Liuyue's voice came out from the stone ghost mask on the old devil's face .
The old devil: "It is a villa district? Do you know which villa it is?"
Jiang Liuyue: "The scout I hired reported that there's a hawthorn tree in front of it, we should be able to pick it out easily . "
"Then let's go and take a look first . This time, my venerable self must obtain the Seven Stars Sword!" the old devil said darkly and nodded .
. . .
While two people had just made a move on this side, in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's backyard in his Wenxian Garden villa, a person in a black cloak was looking at the hawthorn tree from a distance, separated by a fence .
This was an expert with an unknown realm, and whose aura was hidden under the black cloak . He looked very mysterious .
"This is the place," the figure under the cloak whispered to himself, and with a single light step, he flew over the fence with a rustle and landed at the base of the hawthorn tree .
Standing in front of the tree, the man took a deep breath and carefully smelled it . . .
. . . There was definitely no mistake! This hawthorn tree had grown from the seed from back then!
That seed had been specially treated so that the hawthorn fruit it produced would have a distinctive scent that only people who had been specially trained could smell .
Emotions stirred in the heart of the man standing under the hawthorn tree; only one in a hundred million people could smell this special scent .
As one of the eight children who had been selected back then, he was the only one who had survived the intense hellish training, and he had been taught to pinpoint, out of millions of hawthorn fruits, the one which carried this special scent .
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