Chapter 101 (1/2)

Grandpa Vremya stroked his beard. In front of him, there was a familiar object. It was a personal computer. With this new item, it was like giving a tiger wings! Grandpa Vremya opened up the internet browser and chuckled to himself. The most important thing he had to find was a way to exploit his talents fully, and what better way to do that than enter some competitions? After a few searches, he finally found something suitable: a robotics competition!

“Did you find something good?” Azalea asked. She was sitting beside him, but rather than watching the screen, she was watching Grandpa Vremya’s expression.

“I think so,” Grandpa Vremya said and nodded. He clicked through the page, looking at all the details. “But first, we should move our base of operations away from here.” Although the Moon Lotus World was nice, it was also extremely far from the central planets. The lag was unbelievable, and if it weren’t for his extreme patience, the computer would’ve likely been smashed by now. In fact, that was the fate Azalea’s computer had suffered. A nascent-soul cultivator could process hundreds of thoughts in a second. The time spent waiting for data to load was simply too unbearably slow for Azalea to sit through.

“We’re too poor for that,” Azalea said with a wry smile. As a princess and as an elder of the strongest sect in the world, she never thought she’d ever say those words. However, it was the truth. The prices of planets and good locations were too damn high! To buy a plot of land equal in size to the Moon Lotus Sect’s current grounds, even if the sect hadn’t spent the majority of its wealth on a ride for Rachel, they wouldn’t have anywhere near enough money for that.

“You’re thinking too large,” Grandpa Vremya said. “We’re not poor to the point of being unable to rent an apartment in the capital city of Bread.”

“Rent?” Azalea asked, her eyes widening. She bit her lower lip. “Although it pains me to pay money towards something we don’t own, I suppose that’s always an option. Is it really necessary though?”

“It’s cheaper than teleporting back and forth with the gate,” Grandpa Vremya said, gesturing towards the window with his neck. In the distance, the teleportation gate could be seen floating in the sky. It was a massive construct, and it was hard to believe it had been built in a month. He leaned back and shook his head. Money really was an issue. Even with the wealth he had amassed thanks to the titan materials, it was just a drop in the bucket. In the end, the Moon Lotus World was just one planet. How could it compare to the colossal businesses that had purchased rights to and developed dozens of planets filled with resources?

Azalea sighed. “I suppose I’m the one who’s going to be finding us a place to stay?” she asked. Of course, she would. Every task that Grandpa Vremya found tedious, he always passed on to her. “Let me guess, you want it to be overlooking a river.”

“No,” Grandpa Vremya said and shook his head. “I’ve already seen all the rivers located on the capital planet of Bread. They’re all polluted and disinfected to the point of being artificial.”

“You only appreciate natural rivers,” Azalea said, nodding her head. “I understand.” As if! What could she possibly understand about rivers? To her, a river was just a body of water no different from any other geographical feature. If it weren’t for Grandpa Vremya’s nitpicking, she wouldn’t have realized there were so many different nuances for appreciating rivers. “Where are you going?”

Grandpa Vremya finished packing his belongings with a sweep of his hand, the personal computer vanishing off of his desk. “The robotics competition,” he said and checked his interspacial necklace, making sure he had plenty of titan hearts and blood. “It starts in two hours.”

“What is robotics?” Azalea asked. “I’ve never heard of it before, and you want to compete in it? Did we really grow up in the same sect, or do you have a magical world in your mind that you’re able to freely visit?”