Nurtured in the spirit soil and watered with spirit water day and night, the hawthorn seed which Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had obtained from Boss Tan finally sprouted after ten or so days of hard work.
Hands on his hips, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked at the green hawthorn seedlings with a sense of pride.
Ten or so minutes ago, these seedlings had only been the size of soybeans, but now they were already growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It wouldn't be long before the hawthorn fruit was completely ripe. But despite his pride, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was still a little discouraged. Because the little girl who played in the mud that Boss Tan had mentioned had yet to show up!
"Senior Immortal, will the girl that Boss Tan mentioned really show up?" Song Qingshu, who was dressed in a well-ironed suit, asked the young man in white as he stood behind him.
"Who knows …" The young man pursed his lips and looked a little unhappy.
In fact, most people did not have high hopes for this matter in the beginning. Wang Ling had always felt that this matter was pretty unreliable, but there was no shortage of "fools" in this world. Boss Tan, who had kept this seed for so many years, was one of them, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, who believed that the girl would really show up after he planted the hawthorn seedlings, was another.
Some people said that the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the more shrewd they would become, to the point that in the end, everyone would become a devil in the eyes of the world. They lacked that so-called "romance," but Wang Ling could see that this "romance" was in fact an important part of a cultivator's Dao heart.
Thus, cultivation didn't necessarily have to be about bitterness and hatred, and not every cultivator was as "romantic" as Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
Sometimes, Wang Ling felt from the bottom of his heart that it was really good to have such a friend on his path of cultivation.
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That evening, the street lamps on the side of Wenxian Garden had just come on.
A figure suddenly emerged from the space crack under the street lamps. This was a blind spot, and when the figure emerged, the scattered passersby on the side of the road with their heads down unexpectedly didn't notice him.
"With the Purple Gold Gourd's spatial fog and this GPS positioning system, my venerable self can come and go as I please in this world." In Jiang Liuyue's body, the old devil looked down at his phone and smiled slightly.
Originally, when he relied on the Purple Gold Gourd's Spatial Fog to move, he still needed to come out from the exit first and then rely on his great magic power to lock onto his position. That was a waste of time and spiritual power. But now, it was much more convenient than before!
The Old Devil: "Is this the location?"
"Yes, Lord Demon Venerable. The person who took the Seven Star Sword lives here. Jiang Liuyue's voice rang out from the stone ghost mask the old devil was wearing.
The Old Devil: "Is that a villa estate? Do you know which villa? "
Jiang Liuyue: "The spy I hired earlier reported that there's a hawthorn tree in front of the villa, so it should be very easy to identify."
"Then let's go in and look for it first. This time, my venerable self must get that Seven Stars Sword!" the old devil nodded and said in a deep voice.
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While the two of them had just started moving, in the backyard of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's villa in Wenxian Garden, a man in a black cloak was already looking at the hawthorn tree from a distance through the fence.
This was an expert with an unknown realm. His aura was completely hidden under the black cloak, making him look extremely mysterious.
"It's here." The figure under the cloak spoke softly to himself, and then with a light shake of his feet, he flew over the fence with a whoosh and arrived under the hawthorn tree.
Standing in front of the hawthorn tree, the man took a deep breath and carefully sniffed the scent of the hawthorn tree …
… There was no mistaking it! This hawthorn tree had been planted from that tree back then!
That tree had been specially processed, and the hawthorn fruit it produced had a special aroma, which could only be detected by someone who had undergone special training.
Standing under the hawthorn tree, the man sighed with emotion in his heart, because only one in a hundred million people could detect this special scent.
As one of the eight children who had been selected back then, he had been one of them. He was the only one who had survived that high-intensity, hellish training, and had been trained to accurately pick out the one with the special scent from a pile of tens of millions of hawthorn fruits.
Five senses, mental cultivation techniques, body movements, martial arts … he hadn't taken any elective courses during that hellish training, and he had cultivated everything related to cultivators to perfection.
And all of this was to help Master bring back the person who had planted this special hawthorn tree!
Now that he had finally found this hawthorn tree, the cloaked man was so excited that he felt like he was about to collapse … In order to find the person who had planted this hawthorn tree, he had suffered so much! So much suffering!
Finally!
He had found it!
As long as he brought back the person who had planted this fruit to Master, he would be free from now on.
All these years, he had lived a really tiring life …
Now, standing under the hawthorn tree, if he could, the cloaked man just wanted to shout out five words — I want to retire!
After a series of roars in his heart, the cloaked man calmed his thoughts and came back to his senses. The most urgent thing now was to find the person who had planted this hawthorn tree.
Just as he raised his head, an unfamiliar aura suddenly appeared behind him, catching him off guard.
The old devil had actually directly passed through the space crack and arrived in the backyard …
He had moved so quickly that for a moment, the cloaked man actually didn't see clearly how the other party had appeared.
The moment their eyes met, the old devil and the cloaked man came to a conclusion almost at the same time!
— This person was definitely the person who had planted the hawthorn tree!
— This person was definitely the junior who had taken the Seven Stars Sword!
Furthermore, the moment he saw Jiang Liuyue appear, the cloaked man actually had the confidence that he had found the right person.
He had long known that Master was lustful, but he hadn't expected him to actually like this … he felt that the two lumps of mass destruction on the chest of the woman in front of him were a little exaggerated!
Hands behind his back, the cloaked man stared at the old devil in front of him and said, "My master wants to see you, please come with me!"
"And who are you?"
This time, it was the old devil's turn to be astonished.
Were all juniors this arrogant nowadays?
Using Jiang Liuyue's body, the old devil started to carefully size up the cloaked man in front of him.
What surprised him was that this person's aura was actually very well hidden; given Jiang Liuyue's current state of recovery, he actually couldn't detect it!
"I know … that junior must have known that I was coming to steal the sword, so he was already on guard. Did that junior send you? "the old devil guessed as he stared at the cloaked man.
Junior …?
The cloaked man was startled. There weren't many people who dared call Master junior … this woman was most likely not easy to deal with! But what the hell was that sword?
The cloaked man frowned as he pondered.
After some thought, the cloaked man actually made the first move, raising his hand to grab the old devil!
Who cared what that sword was … he had to strike first, knock the person unconscious and bring him back first!
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In the villa, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu, who were in the middle of a small meeting, were alarmed by the noise outside. Both of them stretched out their spiritual senses, and in the end, were stupefied.
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