Bai Ye twitched his lips, which was normal, hearing his grandfather’s suspicious tone.
He then conjured the Golden Core from his body, took out his phone, recorded a video, and sent it over.
Old Bai, hearing no sound from his grandson, was about to hang up the phone.
Ding-dong!
Old Bai looked at the video his eldest grandson had sent.
Old Bai clicked it open.
A Golden Core the size of a basketball, with two patterns on it.
Even through the screen, he could smell the strong aura of laws emanating from it.
Old Bai slapped himself hard, feeling his cheek sting.
“It’s real, it’s all real. It seems I’m not hallucinating.”
The Old Man looked at the basketball-sized Golden Core in the video.
He then lowered his head to look at his own Dantian; the Golden Core in his Dantian was only the size of a fist.
It only had 20 patterns, and his 20 patterns combined were only as thick as one of his eldest grandson’s.
Bai Ye: “Hello, hello, Old Man, can you hear me? Why do I hear strange noises from your side? No, I must tell Grandma quickly.”
Old Bai immediately snapped back to reality, holding the phone and letting out a mournful sound.
“No, Little Ancestor, please don’t tell your Grandma! I just finished kneeling on the washboard not long ago, and I don’t want to kneel again.”
Bai Ye felt a bit strange, why was his grandfather kneeling on the washboard again: “What happened, Old Man? Why are you kneeling on the washboard again?”
Old Man Bai: “It’s all because of you! Your Grandma heard that you were… by those families…”
Bai Ye, hearing half of it, quickly interrupted his Old Man, understanding everything that followed.
“Alright, you don’t need to say more, I understand. Alas~ Old Man, you’re having a tough time too.”
“Who isn’t?” The Old Man’s sigh also came from the other end of the phone.
At this moment, these two men seemed to have found some kind of resonance, sighing in unison.
Old Bai said heartily: “Grandson, do you need anything else?”
Bai Ye didn’t stand on ceremony, after all, this was his family: “If possible, send me some materials for artifact refining and alchemy.”
Old Bai patted his chest: “No problem, Grandson, your grandpa just made a windfall.”
Listening to his grandfather’s voice on the phone, Bai Ye understood what it was about.
After kneeling on the washboard, he relied on his strength to go to those families.
He made a big fuss and took a pile of things from their treasure vault.
Bai Ye: “Thanks, Old Man.”
Old Bai: “We’re family, why say thanks? If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.”
Bai Ye: “Oh, right, Old Man, don’t forget about my matter. Tell them about my Golden Core Stage.”
Old Bai, on the other end of the phone, gave a thumbs-up: “No problem, Grandson, just leave it to me. I’ll definitely take care of this for you.”
Bai Ye heard the busy signal on his phone, put away his phone, and began casting his rod, a smile on his face.
“Hehehe, I believe that after this encouragement, the hearts of my good friends seeking the Dao will become even more steadfast.”
On the other side, Old Bai hung up the phone.
He took a piece of paper, folded it into a paper crane, hung a ring on it, and blew on it.
The little paper crane slowly flapped its wings and began to fly.
It flew faster and faster, like a shooting star, and with a whoosh, it vanished into the air.
Old Bai picked up his phone again, connected the data cable to the computer next to him, and began to categorize and save.
He copied a pile of USB drives, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.
Old Bai thought to himself: “Hehehe, I wonder how much they’ll pay for this USB drive?”
On the other side, Bai Ye, who was fishing, felt his fishing line pull taut and straight.
The weight on the hook definitely indicated a big one.
With a strong pull, Bai Ye realized that what he had caught didn’t seem to be a fish, but a blue cat and an orange-yellow mouse.
They splattered on the shore like pancakes, then instantly returned to normal.
The orange-yellow mouse immediately jumped down, listened to the cat’s chest, and then looked utterly shocked.
It took a blowing device, shoved it into the cat’s mouth, and found a high place.
Bai Ye’s eyes widened instantly.
“Holy cow, holy cow.”
Looking at the mouse next to him performing CPR on the cat,
Bai Ye scratched his head, what was going on?
If he wasn’t mistaken, these were Tom and Jerry from Tom and Jerry.
These two were concept gods, immortal, indestructible, recovering instantly, and able to pull out a pile of things from their pockets at any time.
And that invincible, I-think-so power.
They could even take a pile of unknown chemical foods and conjure powerful potions.
Bai Ye pinched himself hard, it hurt; he wasn’t dreaming: “System, what do you think?”
The System popped out, showing a speechless expression.
System: ( ; ¬ _ ¬ ) … …
How else can I look? Of course I’m sitting and looking.
After all, no matter which world these two brothers jump to,
He doesn’t feel any surprise.
In the Transmigrator Alliance, he once learned a clause.
Never compare combat power with comedic characters.
And comedic characters coming to other worlds.
It’s not a bad thing either, some world wills even cheer for comedic characters to come to their world.
After all, comedic characters coming to their world can provide insurance for their own world.
And some systems are also made by certain comedic characters.
However, he couldn’t tell the host about this; it didn’t fit his cool and aloof persona.
No, it should be his system-sona.
At this moment, Tom had been blown into a balloon by the blower, and was flying around erratically like a balloon.