My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 901 - 472 Grapes’ Son_2

Chapter 901: Chapter 472 Grapes’ Son_2

Owen Bertram showed a joyful expression as he released the Immortal Binding Rope to trap the Strange Bird and left it in place. He soared into the sky and quickly arrived at the center of this barren land, where a small, pitiful grape seedling stood alone.

Owen carefully brushed aside the black soil beneath the grape seedling, revealing a layer of gold underneath. The soil beneath the thin layer of black was golden in color, with the small grape seedling’s roots growing in this golden soil.

"Gold Soil!" Owen exclaimed, finally laying eyes on the genuine Gold Soil. He gently brushed aside the black soil on the surface, revealing a three-acre expanse of Gold Soil!

Owen laughed heartily and gestured with both hands. The Gold Soil, along with the grape seedling, floated mid-air. Owen then summoned a Gourd to contain them.

The Saintess of North Ice and the Elderly Witch were dumbstruck—such an expression on the Saintess’s face was highly unbecoming, but at this moment, the shock was overwhelming and she was devoid of any other awareness.

As it turned out, the greatest luck in this world was not the Heaven-reaching Grapevine, but the Gold Soil and grape seedling! How could Owen take them away?!

In a panic, the Saintess of North Ice secretly influenced the Nine Realms Sky to stop Owen.

Owen suddenly realized that the entire world was rejecting him. Both the Gold Soil and grape seedling hung in the air, unable to be moved an inch further.

Even without the Saintess of North Ice’s intervention, the Nine Realms Sky was reluctant to part with the Gold Soil and seedling. However, Owen had another way; he communicated with the consciousness of the Nine Realms Sky using his own spiritual sense: "What’s the point of you keeping this seedling?"

"In your world, there is already a Heaven-reaching Grapevine. Your world’s level can’t support a second one."

"Even though you’ve prepared three acres of Gold Soil, it is still just a seedling and cannot continue to grow."

"Why not let go of it and let it follow me? My Brother has quite the appetite and produces a large amount of fertilizer daily. With his help, this seedling will surely thrive."

"To this seedling, you are like a mother. A great mother should know when to let go and give her child a better future."

Owen quietly released a trace of Brother’s aura.

The Nine Realms Sky wavered when it sensed Brother’s aura. It was a difficult decision, but Owen didn’t pressure and waited patiently.

Brother, on the other hand, was a little unhappy. He felt that Owen was implying he was a super dung-maker! He threw a tantrum inside the Gourd, stirring up a massive wave.

In the end, the Nine Realms Sky loosened the prohibition, and the world no longer "rejected" Owen. The Gourd descended, swallowing both the Gold Soil and grape seedling all at once.

Shock struck the Saintess of North Ice and the Elderly Witch in the Imperial Library: What happened? Why was our influence on the Nine Realms Sky completely useless? The Saintess questioned the Nine Realms Sky, but the Tire-8 Magic Weapon remained unresponsive.

She did not understand that the Nine Realms Sky was immersed in the sorrowful sentiment of a "mother sending her child away" and couldn’t bother dealing with her. Annoyed by the lack of response, the Saintess clenched her teeth in secret.

"Your Excellency the Saintess..." The subordinates of the princes couldn’t stand it any longer and spoke up again: "Please pay more attention to our princes!"

The subordinates yelled internally: Can you stop staring at Owen Bertram all the time? Sure, he’s a bit more handsome than our princes, but isn’t your behavior too obvious? It seems that the women of the Northern Plain don’t know their manners and might even fail their wifely duties in the future!

Worried that their prince might end up with a grassland on top of his head, the subordinates suppressed their concerns for the sake of his ascendancy.

After all, achieving that supreme position always came with a cost.

Barely holding back her anger, the Saintess of North Ice glared at the ministers before continuing to focus on the four princes. She was not the master of the Nine Realms Sky but, through the Great Chieftain, had acquired some influence over it. The Nine Realms Sky went against her command and insisted on giving the greatest fortune to a Wood People man. She’d be sure to complain bitterly to the Great Chieftain when she returned.

After collecting the Gold Soil and grape seedling, Owen encountered another surge of spatial phenomena. The void around him resembled a prism-like mirror, and Owen couldn’t help but smirk: "You’re really stingy. Afraid that I would continue to take advantage, you’re sending me to another world."

However, Owen was unwilling to leave just like that, so he communicated with the consciousness of Nine Realms Sky again: "I’ll work hard to raise your child—but since I’m helping you raise the child, shouldn’t you show some gratitude?"

The Nine Realms Sky remained unresponsive, and the prism-like void pushed him to leave. This time, Owen wasn’t so cooperative. Relying on his understanding of spatial rules, he stubbornly refused to budge.

"Madam, you don’t want your child to be bullied, do you?"

A bunch of grapes fell from the Heaven-reaching Grapevine, which Owen collected with a laugh. He then gave up his struggle against the prism-like void and allowed himself to be transported to another world.

In the Imperial Library, the Saintess of North Ice was truly dumbfounded: What is going on? Why was the Nine Realms Sky so kind to him, even giving him a bunch of grapes? When it was our turn to enter this world, we were only allowed to eat a single grape at most.