Chapter 299: New Spiritual Plant, Detailed Explanation of Golden Core

By the experimental field of the retirement home.

A group of people squatted beside the field, utterly lacking the demeanor of cultivators, their gazes fixed intently on the small plot of tomato seedlings.

The tomatoes seemed freshly ripe, their fruits a deep red, dewdrops clinging to their skins, shimmering proudly in the sunlight.

"So beautiful…"

Old White sighed softly.

Everyone nodded.

Tomatoes were naturally beautiful.

But what excited them more was that this was the first

As he spoke, Ming Shen's expression twisted into a monstrous snarl; a chilling killing intent, as if rising from the deepest netherworld, surged forth. Behind him, a closed-winged phantom of a Mingmo slowly opened its eyes.

They found an inn, rested for a night, resolved their shortages from the journey, then decided to set out.

After Wang Zhengguo said this, the children took their leave. The room was now free of outsiders; the doctor also excused himself to check on Wang Yu, giving the couple privacy.

"No way? You don't even know how to dance?" Zuo Shishi exclaimed in shock, as if she'd seen an alien.

Their food included some unknown animal's milk; every mealtime, Bradley always arrived punctually to eat with Ailinuo.

Three silver streaks darted back and forth between the three talismans; instantly, the blood-red dots grew brighter and expanded into a vast circular barrier. Moments later, dozens of figures slowly emerged from within, the two leading them both elderly men like Jia Lao, clad in black Daoist robes, scanning their surroundings.

Qing Lian awkwardly turned her face away, her cheeks flushed crimson. For the first time, she felt teased—and she hated it.

"Team up. Eliminate these nuisances, then settle our Shengsi." The Stone-Scale Fire Serpent's voice was low, yet brimming with killing intent. Several hidden figures fled in terror.

She still wore a gown trailing on the ground, her sleeves—like water-sleeves on a stage—extending dozens of centimeters beyond her arms. Closer inspection revealed she was wearing men's clothing.

In the end, I picked up and removed one of my shoes, only then driving Zhao Chuyi back to his own room.

Seeing Lao Ya's tense expression, Cai Zi smirked inwardly, then deliberately said: "Oh no! It hurts like hell—I think I broke a rib!" He then pressed hard on one side of his ribs, feigning agony.

"Master… Master…" Qin Shaojie murmured, watching the dark clouds gradually vanish into the sky, tears streaming down his cheeks.

In this space, escape is impossible, so whether to set defenses or not truly makes little difference.

On the hospital "bed," hygiene concerns were largely ignored; moreover, Professor Mifil's ward was a premium VIP room specially chosen by the Swiss king—a private single room with its own bathroom and all amenities, equivalent to a five-star hotel.

"The past is past. Saying it now serves no purpose," Ming refused stubbornly.

"By the way, Mr. Zuo—he's been stuck in the Artifact Workshop the whole time, never once coming out!!" Xie Bian suddenly remembered the guest elder his father had mentioned.

Asking myself honestly, this intermediary's waters run deep—after all, walking from Jingding here took twenty thousand zhong; if we'd come from their company, it would clearly take far longer than ten minutes. Of course, Qin Tian said nothing about it; after all, being overly meticulous about such things is pointless.

Li Xiujuan said: "Chairman, I understand. Let's talk about it later." With a hint of joy, she walked away.

In the days that followed, Cai Zi couldn't help but keep seeing Lao Ya's image in his mind; he felt something was off in his spirit. Driven by an inexplicable urge, he wanted to see Lao Ya. But there was so much to do here, and Lao Ya was far away—going to see her would take a long time.