Chapter 299: New Spirit Plant, Detailed Explanation of the Golden Core

Beside the nursing home's experimental plot.

A crowd squatted at the edge of the field, utterly lacking the bearing of cultivation practitioners, their gazes burning as they stared at that small bed of tomato seedlings.

The tomatoes seemed to have just ripened — fruit a deep red, water droplets still clinging to the skin, glittering proudly in the sunlight.

"Truly beautiful…"

Bai Lao murmured softly with a sigh.

Everyone nodded.

Tomatoes are naturally beautiful.

But what stirred the crowd even more was that this was the first

As he spoke, Mingshen's expression twisted hideously; a bone-chilling killing intent surged as if from the Nine Underworlds, and behind him, a phantom of a Nether Demon with folded wings slowly opened its eyes.

Found an inn, rested for a night, and only after resolving the deprivations of the journey did he decide to set out.

Once Wang Zhengguo said this, the children took their leave. By then there were no outsiders left in the room; the doctor also made an excuse to go check on Wang Yu and stepped out, leaving the couple space to talk.

"No way? You don't even know how to club?" Zuo Shishi wore a look of astonishment, as if she'd just seen an alien.

food and some milk from an animal whose identity was unclear; every mealtime, Bradley would very punctually go find Eleanor to eat together.

Three silver gleams darted back and forth among three talismans; instantly the blood-red point of light grew more vivid and expanded into a massive circular barrier. After several breaths, several dozen figures slowly emerged from within, the two leading ones both being elders like Elder Jia, draped in black Daoist robes as they surveyed their surroundings.

Qinglian awkwardly turned her face away, her cheeks flushing deep red. It was the first time she had felt teased, and she didn't like it at all.

"Join forces, wipe out these nuisances, then we'll decide life and death between us." The Stone-Scaled Fire Python's voice was low, yet brimming with killing intent. So frightened were the hidden watchers that some fled outright.

She was still wearing a robe that trailed along the ground, its sleeves like the water-sleeves on a stage, dozens of centimeters longer than her arms; on closer inspection, what she wore turned out to be a man's garment.

In the end, it was I who took off a shoe and used it to chase Zhao Chuyi back to his own room.

Seeing the nervous look on Lao Ya's face, the Scholar secretly laughed inside. His eyes darted, and he deliberately said: "Ouch! It hurts me to death — I think my rib's broken!" Then he deliberately pressed one side of his ribs, putting on an expression of agony.

"Master, Master…" Qin Shaojie stared at the black clouds slowly fading in the sky, murmuring to himself, tears streaming down from his eye sockets.

In this space, there was no worry about anyone escaping, so whether one set up defenses or not actually didn't matter much.

On the sick "bed," matters of hygiene were largely skipped; moreover, Teacher Mifel's ward was a high-end VIP room specially designated by the old king of Switzerland — single occupancy, with its own bathroom and every amenity, the full treatment of a five-star hotel.

"What's past is past; saying it out loud serves no purpose." Ming refused to submit unto death.

"By the way, Mr. Zuo — he's just been staying over at the Refinery the whole time, never come out!!" Xie Bian suddenly recalled the guest elder his father had once mentioned.

Asking himself honestly, this intermediary's waters ran a bit deep — after all, walking from Jingding to here had taken two hundred thousand zhong, so if one went from their company to these places, clearly ten-odd minutes wouldn't get one there. Of course, Qin Tian said nothing about it; after all, being too particular about some things was pointless.

Li Xiujuan said: "Chairman, I understand — we'll talk about it later." Having said that, Li Xiujuan left with a hint of joy.

In the days that followed, the Scholar found Lao Ya's shadow suddenly lingering unbidden in his mind; he felt as though something was "wrong" with his "spirit." Driven by a nameless impulse, he wanted to see Lao Ya. But there was truly a great deal to attend to here, and Lao Ya's place was still very far away — a trip would take a long time.