Chapter 38: The Persimmon Dispute Should Not Be Like This

At the heart of the secret realm, beneath the great tree.

Luo Jiutian stared at the scene, full of question marks.

The Xiao and Li family members were sprawled neatly on the ground—some face-down, others face-up, a few twitching.

“What happened here?” he asked, puzzled.

Su Wan’er said matter-of-factly: “When I was looking for you, I ran into them and asked for directions.”

Luo Jiutian: “…”

He was silent for a moment, piecing it together.

Su Wan’er likely hadn’t restrained her Nascent Soul pressure, scaring them into collapse.

Nearby, Xiao Yan struggled to lift his head.

Seeing Luo Jiutian’s familiar face, his eyes lit up, ready to call out, but then he glimpsed Su Wan’er beside him. His head tilted, and he began a high-quality nap.

On the other side, Li Daming lay still, inwardly cursing “crazy woman” while slowing his breathing to blend into the background.

Su Wan’er huffed, tugging Luo Jiutian’s sleeve: “Nine Heavens Brother, forget them—let’s get the persimmons.”

He nodded, following her to the towering tree, its thick branches shading the sky.

The fruits hung among the branches, each plump and red, apple-like but with a faint golden sheen.

Luo Jiutian leaped up, plucking them one by one, soon landing with ten Tempering Origin Persimmons in his arms.

[Ding! Host has successfully intercepted the Chosen One ‘Luo Chen’s’ opportunity, converting destiny points…]

[Current Blue Star return countdown: 282 years.]

[6 years deducted, remaining: 276 years.]

Su Wan’er’s eyes sparkled at the persimmons, silent.

Seeing this, Luo Jiutian handed her one.

“Thank you, Nine Heavens Brother.”

She took it carefully, cradling it like a rare treasure, her face beaming.

Then she skipped away, waving back at him.

Luo Jiutian shook his head, chuckling at her smug look, and followed: “Such a kid.”

Just then, a hesitant voice sounded in his mind.

“Brat.”

He paused, replying via transmission: “What’s up, Senior?”

White Tiger’s form emerged from the ring.

She gazed at the persimmons in his arms, silent for a moment, before speaking softly: “That persimmon… could you spare one for me?”

Her words carried unease.

She’d promised to aid him in crises, yet in the hidden chamber, she not only failed to help but nearly got him killed. If Su Wan’er hadn’t arrived, he’d likely be dead.

Proud as she was, she’d never lowered herself to ask for anything.

Breaking her promise and now asking for something felt… shameful.

“Sure,” Luo Jiutian replied without hesitation. “I said I’d help gather what you need to rebuild your body.”

White Tiger’s heart stirred, meeting his gaze.

Her eyes complex, she said slowly: “This isn’t for rebuilding my body—it just enhances its future quality.”

She paused, looking away: “If you don’t want to, I won’t press.”

Luo Jiutian considered, then nodded: “It’s fine.”

White Tiger froze briefly, then murmured: “If you have conditions, name them.”

“No need,” he said. “Consider it a gift.”

She froze again, not expecting such a response.

“But…”

He waved, cutting her off: “It’s yours, no strings attached. I’ve got plenty.”

She stared, stunned.

She’d asked tentatively, braced for rejection, hoping only to avoid embarrassment.

Yet he agreed so casually, as if giving away an ordinary fruit.

She’d lived long, accustomed to flattery and scheming.

This ‘casual kindness’ was something she wasn’t used to.

Especially from Luo Jiutian, someone she’d known so briefly.

Something in her heart quietly shifted.

“…Thank you.”

Her head lowered, expression hidden, her tone less cold, softer by a fraction.

“Senior, you… okay?” Luo Jiutian eyed her, sensing something off.

His intent was simple: give her a persimmon so she’d step up faster, more decisively, next time.

But what was with this reaction?

Was it worth getting so emotional?

Noticing his scrutiny, White Tiger turned away: “Ahem, I… feel my aura’s unstable. I need to rest.”

Without waiting, she flashed back into the ring.

Luo Jiutian: “…”

That excuse was flimsy.

He grumbled inwardly but didn’t dwell, following Su Wan’er out of the central region.

…

Once they were gone, the Li and Xiao members, as if on cue, scrambled up.

“Phew… finally gone,” Xiao Yan sat up, stretching. “We fought your Li family so long, only for someone else to take the prize.”

Li Daming stood, dusting himself off: “Not peaches—persimmons.”

“Who cares?” Xiao Yan rolled his eyes. “We didn’t get them, so we lost.”

He sighed, shaking his head: “If you’d listened to me, Brother Li, and agreed to a nine-one split, we’d have left with something. None of this would’ve happened.”

Li Daming sneered, arms crossed: “Serves you right for being greedy. I’d make the same choice again.”

“Stubborn even after losing,” Xiao Yan smacked his lips.

Li Daming glared, impatient, but said nothing.

After a brief silence, both groups exchanged glances, then turned away.

“Let’s go,” Xiao Yan waved.

“Move out,” Li Daming told his people.

Soon, both groups left the central region, leaving the stripped tree standing alone.

Who knows what someone would think upon arriving?

Heh.

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