Xia Yan did not care what Orochimaru would do, because all he wanted was a result.
Still, he would provide appropriate help, such as easing the pressure on him from the Anbu, or choosing to intervene at the last moment!
Of course, he would only intervene if Uchiha Fugaku truly possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan. Otherwise, there would be no need.
And if Uchiha Fugaku did not even have the Mangekyō Sharingan, yet Orochimaru and his people still could not beat him...
Then Xia Yan would really have to reconsider whether Orochimaru was qualified to work with him at this stage.
The future Orochimaru was a man who grasped the truth, but his present self really was not all that formidable.
At least to Xia Yan, his current practical value was nothing impressive!
Putting Orochimaru's affairs aside, Xia Yan turned his attention entirely to growing seeds.
Perhaps his strength had grown a little too much. His speed at growing intermediate seeds was now fast enough to surprise even him.
Back when he first grew intermediate seeds, they took at least six months, if not longer. Add his reckless decision to grow several at once, and taking a few years had been perfectly normal.
But now, only a few days after planting them, Xia Yan discovered that his seeds had already reached twenty percent maturity!
And that was without affecting Xia Yan's combat strength, with several seeds growing at once.
Sure enough, once I'm strong enough, even these seeds stop giving me trouble.
Xia Yan found the thought rather amusing. By his estimate, these seeds might fully mature within a week.
Then he could use the fruits for some experiments to test whether his ideas were sound.
Stretching slightly, Xia Yan looked out the window. The weather was fairly nice today, and