Chapter 1683: Grandpa Immortal
In the sky above, within the clouds, a white clothed old man was sitting cross-legged on a flying dish and holding a horsetail whisk in his hand. His eyes were closed as he flew, as if he was meditating and resting at the same time.
However, the exuded divine spirit intent could hear the voices below in his ears, through the chaotic voices, he faintly heard childrenâs cry for help and a tigerâs roar.
Upon hearing these sounds, his eyes opened, after he pinched his finger to calculate, he looked down.
Through the clouds, he saw a small forest below, a three years old or so young child was hugging the branch of a large tree and crying for help while a seven or eight year old boy who was dripping with blood held a dagger as he tried to stab the tiger.
However, the boy was so weak that he was unable to kill the tiger. He watched as the boy was hit violently by the tiger and his little body flew a few metres away. The boy twitched and then fell unconscious. Just as the tiger was about to bite the unconscious boy, the little boy on the tree had stopped crying. He took his boots off and threw them at the tiger. Unexpectedly, this attracted the tigerâs attention.
âRoar!â
The tiger roared and slammed forward into the tree with its huge tiger force. In the next moment, the little boy who was on the tree exclaimed and fell off.
âAhhhhh!â
Little Feng Ye covered his eyes with both hands in shock and horror as he started to cry. He was afraid of being eaten by the tiger. He was afraid all that would be left of his body was bones. Maybe the tiger would eat his bones too and there wouldnât even be any bones left.
In his fear and panic, he had closed his eyes so he didnât feel the pain when he hit the ground nor the pain of the impending bite from the tigerâs big mouth and sharp teeth, instead, he heard a scream from the beast.
âEverything is fine now.â
An old and kind voice drifted into his ears and startled Little Feng Ye. His little hands that were covering his eyes moved away slowly, and through the slits of his fingers, he saw an old Grandpa wearing white clothes with white hair and white eyebrows standing in front of him.
âGrandpa Immortal! You must be Grandpa Immortal!â
The little guy took his hands away in surprise only to find that his whole body was suspended in the air and he slowly landed on the ground with a flick of the horsetail whisk in Grandpa Immortalâs hand.
When he heard Little Feng Yeâs words, the old man stroked his beard and laughed happily. He flew down from mid air onto the ground and walked over to Zhao Yang to check his injuries.
âGrandpa Immortal, how is Sunny? Will Sunny die?â Little Feng Ye asked worriedly.
The old man smiled and stroked his beard as he shook his head: âHe wonât die. This is both your predestined fates, and it is also a favourable chance encounter for the both of you.â
He took out an elixir pill and put it into Zhao Yangâs mouth. As he explored his breath, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes: âHis physique is an extraordinary cultivator, rare and a once in a century find.â
Little Feng Ye tilted his head and looked at him, unable to comprehend what he had just said. He watched as the Grandpa Immortal touched his head and placed another hand on his head. He didnât know what he was doing, but he heard his voice filled with emotion.
âLooks like it is without a question the two of you.â
The old manâs loving eyes fell onto the both of them and smiled: âCome with me!â As soon as he had spoken, the old man waved his horsetail whisk and Zhao Yang who was lying on the ground was moved onto the flying dish.
âGrandpa Immortal, where are you taking us?â Little Feng Ye stood, unmoving.
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