Chapter 1702 Magical Herbs and Fruit

In the yard, there was a vegetable plot, but it wasn’t planted with crops. Instead, it was filled with aquamarine grass. Though they weren’t planted in the greenhouse during the winter, the grass still radiated endless vigor as in spring. Every blade of grass seemed to be carved from jasper. They even exuded a faint light. In addition, there was a small tree the height of a man in the corner next to it. Each of the five fruits dangling from the tree was crystal clear and glistened in red, as if they were natural red agate. Tyr wondered out loud. “What are these?” “Salvo magical fruit and White Hops Grass. Our ancestors brought them out of some forbidden lands,” Otes explained. “White Hops Grass was one of them, and it can only be harvested once every ten years. They have a strong medicinal value that the 1000-year ginseng and 100-year reishi mushroom can’t match.” “It took thirty years for this Salvo magical fruit to mature. This year is the thirtieth year. It has a fantastic effect on those who consume it! The fruit has the potential to boost your cultivation power by at least fifty years. You might come across one of the King of Salvo fruits if you’re lucky. It is said that if you eat that thing, you can enhance a Transcendent warrior into Transformation Realm. It even helps the warrior at the peak of Transformation to enter the Demigod Realm.” The magical fruits and elixirs that Tyr had come into contact with before were all finished products. He had no idea how they grew. It was an eye-opener for Tyr now that he had seen them for himself. Otes went out and poured a glass of water for Tyr. He said, “You must be thirsty. Drink some water. “I have a spring here. This spring’s water is nourished by Misty Slopes’ spiritual roots, making it ideal for watering these magical herbs and trees. At the same time, my yard is Misty Slopes’ most spiritual location. These plants can only thrive in this environment. Of course, I must be the one who care for them too.” Tyr took a sip of the water that Otes had given him. It had a very sweet taste to it, and after drinking it, he felt refreshed. Not only was Otes very hospitable toward Tyr, but he also let his guard around him as well. There was a possibility that he had already figured out Tyr’s background the moment he walked through the door of the White family. “I am a person who does not have big goals in life. I just enjoy fiddling with these flowers and plants, so whatever happens in the family has no bearing on me. It’s pointless for me to attend the meeting they’re having today.” Otes took the initiative to explain why he didn’t attend the meeting with Tyr. “As a member of a Creed family of the ancient martial arts world, it is rare to have such a principled and incorruptible man as you,” Tyr replied with a smile. “Hahaha, it’s just that everyone has their own pursuits.” Otes smiled and began watering the magic herbs with the spring’s clear water. “A man’s lifetime is the same regardless of how he lives. As the patriarch of the White family, my father is constantly preoccupied with various affairs of the family. Even on his sick bed, he is unable to relax and must work out various arrangements for the family. What is the point of it all? “It’s better to live like me. Just plant some flowers and plants every day. Treat every day leisurely. At the end of the day, fame and fortune are nothing more than passing clouds and smoke. We can’t take anything away with us. It is the same as shackling oneself if one pursues too many of these things. It's not going to be worth it!” Tyr admired Otes’ open-mindedness. He would say exactly the same thing if he were in his shoes. This is the nature of human beings. No matter how powerful you are, you will always die. You’ll have to return to the world of the afterlife when your time is up, and you’ll eventually turn into a speck of dust. You are unable to take anything with you. Tyr smiled. “Senior White is about to pass away, but I can’t feel much sadness within the family.” “Hehe, death befalls all men alike.” Otes smiled and explained, “But there is no need to show our sadness.” “That’s true.” Tyr nodded. *** At the same time, inside the Regis Tower. Regis grew weaker and weaker after returning to the tower after the meeting. When he returned, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed and his breathing weak. Olympias did not leave his side and remained in front of his bed. Meanwhile, Ansel, Jules, and others have been staying outside the Regis Tower, as if to send their father off on his final journey. “Young Lady, the master needs to take a break. Why don’t you go back and rest for a while?” Ortwin approached them and came in with a basin of water in his hand. He planned to wipe Regis’s face and wash his body later. Olympias offered, “Let me help you to wipe Grandpa’s face.” “Sure.” Ortwin put the basin next to Olympias. Olympias squeezed the towel dry with her hands and wiped Regis’ face. The old man did not open his eyes from the start till the end, and his face remained expressionless. Olympias would have believed he was already dead if it wasn’t for his weak breathing. Regis’ initially emotionless face flashed with a faint smile after his face was wiped clean. “Grandpa Ortwin, I’ll leave first. I’ll come to see him when he wakes up.” “All right.” When Olympias walked out of the Regis Tower, Ansel and Jules were outside. “How is your grandpa?” Jules and others walked over at once and asked. Though their facial expressions appeared to be calm and peaceful, they were clearly worried in their hearts. “There’s a chance that... he won’t last through tonight,” Olympias replied, taking a deep breath. For a moment, everyone was stunned. The scene became unusually quiet after that. Soon, it was already night. It was bitterly cold outside. As a result, Ortwin went to make another pot of boiling water and prepared to assist Regis in wiping his body down. When he arrived at Regis' room with hot water, he discovered there was no one on the bed. “Master!” Ortwin’s heart jerked ferociously. He immediately turned around and ran out of the room, only to see Regis sitting upright by the dining table. Ortwin asked, “Master, when did you get out of bed? How can you go through such torment in your current state?” “Uncle Ortwin, we haven't finished that jar of Muscadine wine last night, have we?” Regis’ decadence during the day was gone. He even had the energy to speak a lot, giving the impression that his illness had been cured. But Ortwin knew that this would be his brief revival before the end. “That’s right.” Ortwin didn’t refuse. Instead, he turned around and went outside, then returned with the jar of Muscadine wine that the two hadn’t finished the night before. Ortwin no longer addressed Regis as Master at this point. Instead, he was lamenting, “Kiddo, you’ve been a good drinker since you were a child. I still remember your old man caught you when you were seven years old. He gave you a good beating for stealing and drinking his wine. It’s almost time for you to be buried, but wine is always the first thing on your mind.” Ortwin continued rambling as he placed the half-filled jar of Muscadine wine on the table. He was all set to grab a bowl and pour it for him. Ortwin urged, “However, you can’t mess around tonight. You have to listen to me, all right? You are only permitted to drink half a bowl.”