Chapter 890 The Power of a Bucket of Water (1/2)

Chapter 890: The Power of a Bucket of Water

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Han Sen slowly stepped away. If he wasn't injured, he'd have happily continued his approach, slain the toad, and grabbed the watervine.

But for now, he couldn't do that. Once he was healed, however, he resolved to return and kill it.

The toad, fortunately, did not seem to have noticed Han Sen. So, without trouble, Han Sen decided to go back. After fetching a bucket of water, he took off back to the house with Meowth at his side.

Chu Ming saw Han Sen riding Meowth on his way back. With surprise, he said, ”You have a pet beat soul? What class is it?”

”Sacred-blood from the First God's Sanctuary,” Han Sen responded.

”What is the point of bringing it here, then?! You could probably walk faster than that useless thing!” Chu Ming exclaimed.

”I am injured right now, don't you recall? I'm only riding it due to my injury.” Han Sen hopped down off of Meowth and retrieved the bucket of water being carried in his pet's mouth. Then, after approaching the tree, he poured the water on its roots.

Han Sen touched the tree and slyly dropped a lifeforce waterdrop to its root, as well. It was quickly absorbed.

After that, Han Sen put the bucket aside and started walking back to the house so he could rest.

”That's it?!” Chu Ming yelled with shock and aggravation.

”Yeah, that should do it.” Han Sen nodded.

”You toss some water on the ground and tell me that should do it? After all that waiting around?!” Chu Ming could hardly believe what he was hearing.

”Well, what else do you expect me to do?” Han Sen smiled.

Chu Ming's mood had dropped a considerable amount, and so he said, ”I knew I shouldn't have placed any modicum of faith or hope you could aid us and this tree. Pah! What an imbecile. What use is that water going to provide, eh?”

”I don't know. Maybe it'll be a boon and instigate the tree's revival? It might work. It might not.” Han Sen then continued toward the house.

Chu Ming wasn't keen to let this go, and his temper had been inflamed. He turned to Qu Lanxi and said, ”This yahoo is toying with us. A three-year-old could toss water on the roots of a tree.”

”He is still very injured. We can't exhaust him too much.” Qu Lanxi wasn't half as disappointed as Chu Ming, primarily due to the lack of hope she had for the tree in the first place.

Only Chu Ming was sulking, but there was nothing he could do about it. And as much as he might have liked to, killing his burden and woe-bringer Han Sen would not achieve anything.

After Han Sen poured water onto the roots, he was done with the tree for the day. He planned to examine its lifeforce the day after.

If the Dragon-Blood Tree could absorb one such waterdrop a day, then it meant he'd have to find more plants; a lot more.

Han Sen lay down on the bed and practiced the Blood-Pulse Sutra, hoping his health could fully return quickly. Meowth was around the gourd often, showing a new interest in the item.

Nothing new had come from the gourd, since Han Sen's arrival in the Third God's Sanctuary. Aside from its continued pulsing, nothing had changed with it.

When Han Sen had nothing more to do and was bored, he spent some time with the gourd, pleading for it to deposit the weapons inside it. He tried a number of ways to get them out, but every method resulted in failure.

The next day, Han Sen was woken to Chu Ming shouting again; he was becoming his morning rooster, it would appear.