Chapter 585: Chapter 585

"What, you can save this Spirit Grass?" Pan Jing was stunned and looked at Lin Chen incredulously.

By now many people had gathered around the Spirit Grass; these were the senior members of the Pan family.

Hearing Lin Chen's words, all eyes fell upon him.

At this moment, Pan Li, the eldest young master of the Pan family, glanced at Lin Chen and said, "Kid, are you joking? If Mr. Anthony can't save the Spirit Grass, how can you?"

"Yes, I've heard that once Spirit Grass withers, it is very difficult to bring it back to life," another elder said.

Lin Chen indifferently replied, "Spirit Grass thrives in coldness, and although you have given it a cold environment, it cannot imitate the extreme chill of the high altitudes of Tianshan, so its withering is to be expected."

After hearing Lin Chen's words, Anthony nodded, "This gentleman is correct. I originally thought that by simulating a similar environment, the Spirit Grass could be saved. It seems I underestimated its dependence on the environment."

Pan Li snorted coldly, "What good is it knowing why it died? What we want is for it to come back to life."

Lin Chen approached the Spirit Grass and after closely observing it for a moment, he suddenly reached out and plucked off the two leaves.

"What, what are you doing?" Pan Li's face darkened instantly upon witnessing this scene.

The Spirit Grass, although withered, still had a glimmer of life. But removing its leaves would lead to its complete death.

"What are you doing? Why are you plucking its leaves?" Pan Qiang stared at Lin Chen with a dark expression.

Pan Jing's face also turned unsightly, she even began regretting bringing this idiot home. Not only had he not been of any help, but he had also directly plucked the leaves, hastening the Spirit Grass's death.

Lin Chen said lightly, "The leaves are already withered, keeping them is useless, and their decay will affect the roots of the Spirit Grass."

"Hmph, it takes ten years for Spirit Grass to grow leaves, by plucking them what will we use to collect dew for the Family Head?" a young man said angrily.

Anthony let out a sigh, "Young man, although what you say makes sense, by doing this, even if the roots survive, it is impossible for it to sprout new leaves in the short term."

"See? This kid must be sent by a rival clan to kill our grandfather. Pan Jing, what do you mean by this? This person was brought by you, do you want our grandfather to die?" Pan Li said coldly.

Lin Chen snorted, "If you want the Spirit Grass to sprout new leaves, then everyone get out."

"Enough, Lin Chen, you better leave now. Stop causing us more trouble," Pan Jing also didn't believe Lin Chen could revive the Spirit Grass.

At this moment, Family Head Pan Qiang took a deep breath and said, "Young man, what if the grass isn't alive by tomorrow?"

Lin Chen nodded, "I can stake my life on it, but I have a condition. If I do save the Spirit Grass, I want one for myself."

"What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind, Lin Chen? Get out, now. The Pan family doesn't welcome you," Pan Jing's expression changed after hearing Lin Chen's words.

Although Pan Jing had just met Lin Chen, she couldn't bear the thought of him dying because of her, so she wanted Lin Chen to leave the Pan family as quickly as possible.

"I can't leave because I also need the Spirit Grass," Lin Chen said solemnly.

Seeing Lin Chen's determined gaze, Pan Qiang nodded, "Alright, I agree. If you can save it, I will give you one of the plants."

"Dad, how can you believe this bastard? This guy is simply a liar," Pan Li said furiously.

Pan Qiang sighed, "The Spirit Grass is dead anyway; let him try. What if a miracle happens? The Spirit Grass is extremely rare, and we can't find another in a short period. If we don't have the Spirit Grass, your grandfather will die tomorrow, so this is our only hope. Whether true or false, we must try."

With that, Pan Qiang waved his hand to the crowd, "Everyone, please go out."

"I'll stay to give you a hand," Pan Jing said to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen glanced at Pan Jing, "Alright, then you stay."

Everyone left the room, Pan Jing stomped her foot hard, "You idiot, why did you bite off more than you can chew?"

"I didn't bite off more than I can chew. If you want this grass to survive, then cooperate with me properly," Lin Chen said solemnly.

With that, Lin Chen picked up the flowerpot and carefully uprooted the grass.

Pan Jing watched Lin Chen nervously, although she didn't harbor much hope for him, her grandfather had always cherished her since she was young, and she also hoped that Lin Chen could work a miracle and truly revive the grass.

Lin Chen held the roots in his hands, and a green energy from within his body entered the roots.

The roots, which had started to yellow, suddenly burst forth with a hint of green.

"How magical!" Pan Jing was almost spellbound as she watched.

Just now, she had only seen a flash of green light from Lin Chen's hand, and then the dark roots of the Spirit Grass suddenly seemed to come alive with vitality.

Lin Chen reburied the Spirit Grass in the flowerpot, then he took out a small porcelain bottle.

As soon as the bottle was taken out, waves of chill air emanated from it, instantly cooling the air in the room.

Lin Chen took out a pill from the porcelain bottle and placed it into the soil, and the flowerpot was immediately enveloped by a layer of frost.

With everything ready, Lin Chen changed his hand signs and performed the light rain technique.

Suddenly, droplets of dew began to ooze out from between Lin Chen's fingers and drip into the soil.

"Is that all we need to do?" Pan Jing asked curiously.

Lin Chen shook his head, there was still one thing needed.

"What?" Pan Jing asked.

"Are you a virgin?" Lin Chen suddenly asked Pan Jing a weird question.

Pan Jing's cheeks flushed red, "Of course I am."

"Are you sure you are? This is about your grandfather's life and death. If you are, you are; if not, then not," Lin Chen asked seriously.

"Of course, I am!" Pan Jing said almost furiously.

Lin Chen nodded and grabbed Pan Jing's wrist, and a silver needle appeared in his hand.

The silver needle pricked Pan Jing's fingertip, and a drop of blood flowed into the soil.

"What are you doing?" Pan Jing quickly withdrew her hand.

Lin Chen said with a faint smile, "Sorry, we need virgin's blood to catalyze the process, now let's wait for the new leaves to sprout tomorrow."

Pan Jing hardly slept all night, staring constantly at the flowerpot, while Lin Chen fell asleep quickly, leaning against the chair soon after.

Time slowly passed by, one o'clock, the flowerpot showed no response; two o'clock, still nothing; three o'clock, the flowerpot remained quiet; and at four o'clock, still no movement.

Pan Jing grew less and less confident, Could this guy really do it?

A ray of sunlight shone through the window bars onto Pan Jing's face, she opened her eyes and found that somehow an extra piece of clothing had been placed over her.

Lin Chen was squatting beside the flowerpot, and Pan Jing looked in his direction. A flush of ecstatic joy appeared on her face instantly, "There really were three tender green leaves sprouting in the flowerpot."