Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm - Chapter 186

Chapter 186: Creating an Immortal Art

Jiang He, however, did not expect that when he finally fell asleep when the sun rises, he eventually woke up naturally past five in the afternoon.

Sora came to him, asking sweetly, “Should I cook you lunch, master?”

Having lunch at this hour was not too appropriate, was it not?

“No need.”

Jiang He waved her off with a smile. “Just cook a bit more during dinner… by the way, feed the pets with the meat in the fridge. I’m sick of Feral meat beneath king-rank.”

Arriving outside, Jiang He threw the corpse of the Black King Drake on the ground.

The price of Feral Kings was actually not bad. He could also plant it now, and a creature would grow after his farm levels up.

The Black King Drake was not that powerful—grooming Dumbo and Trumbo was better than planting it.

And most importantly, what was he supposed to eat after he really planted the Black King Drake?

With a twirl of the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hand and cutting down on it, Jiang He sliced off a meter-long portion of the ‘drake tail’ and scraped off the scales, before carrying it back inside the portion and leaving it to Sora.

Right now, Sora was already rank-two.

Her cultivation stopped there, however. There were no cucumbers left, and she could not consume qi pellets or blended qi pellets.

“I’ll plant dozens of cucumbers when I have the free time for Sora to improve her ability. Otherwise, when I have a craving for ribs, she is not going to cut it because she’s too weak.”

Jiang He decided that for the sake of having delicious ribs in the future, he would first groom the maid until she was rank-nine. Only then would he think of something to help her grasp blade will to hone her cleaver then.

“Hmmm…”

“Blade will…”

“I might be thinking too far ahead. I myself hadn’t learnt blade will.”

Feeling vexed, Jiang He shook his head.

Wasn’t the Sky Demon Cult supposed to have droves of elites?

Why hadn’t he encountered any elites who grasped blade will amongst the many Sky Demon Cultists he had slain?

***

Unbeknownst to Jiang He, someone was quietly observing from 1500 meters away from his house.

It was Three Blades Lin, a blade technique elite.

Right now, he was staying inside another villager’s house. Since there were too many of those abandoned in Jinyintan Village, he specifically chose a bright and spacious one, even preparing bedsheets and mattress.

His spirit was discreetly extending to observe Jiang He, and naturally saw him took out the Black King Drake with a wave of his hand.

“The kid has gained providence as expected… a spatial ring that stores the corpse of the Black King Drake clearly holds more volume than my own spatial ring.” Three Blades Lin observed even as he sat crossed-legged on a heated brick common bed, drinking a small bottle of beer while munching on peanuts.

And yet, when he saw Jiang He carrying the slice of drake tail and handing it to his attractive maid to cook, he immediately felt the sweet taste of his peanuts fade.

‘What the hell!

‘Cooking a Feral King’s meat?

‘Isn’t that a little too extravagant?’

“Eh?” Three Blades Lin’s gaze twitched then, and there was a flash of astonishment in his eyes…

After all, he realized that his spirit could no longer ‘see’ Jiang He after he entered his ‘yard’.

It was as if a grayness had shrouded his eyes, and something obscured his spirit.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s something weird about his farmyard!”

Three Blades Lin straightened at that, a bold idea suddenly crossing his mind…

“Wang Hou’s theory is that the kid must have obtained the legacy of a heritage site… could that heritage site be underneath his farm?”

Still, even as his curiosity flared, Three Blades Lin resisted the impulse to go for a look.

“Forget it.”

“It’s his providence. How could a senior like me spy upon a junior’s providence?”

“Moreover, Old Wang holds the kid in high esteem, even having me protect him in secret. So, let’s not trouble him…” Three Blades Lin could not help becoming amused at that.

Coming to Lingzhou City to protect Jiang He was very much bliss. At the very least, it was infinitely better than having to stand guard over Mount Kunlun—there, he had to keep a close watch on the vermin that was the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle, and had to fight its progeny every other day—life was so difficult then.

But from now on, all he had to do was eat, drink, and sleep. The kid could slay the Black King Drake, and the Sky Demon Cult had mobilized a grand taskforce only to have him turn the tables and kill them instead. Who else could handle him unless a divine-tier elite personally came?

All Three Blades Lin had to do was watch out for diviner-tier elites.

“Oh!

“What a shame…”

“The kid’s spirit isn’t too weak and I have to careful not to be found. Otherwise, what is there to not to be pleased about being in this quiet little village, especially if I got myself some wine, food, and gals?”

***

Jiang He was completely unaware that Wang Hou had sent an elite to protect him in secret.

Back at his farm, the grave grass before had all been harvested and the grave piles flattened in exchange for new graves. When it came to the grave grass, others are all useless aside from the Sword Will Barrenwort that grew out of the Sixth Elder’s grave, and Jiang He was about to feed them to Dumbo and Trumbo.

Still, Jiang He felt a curious pressure as he stared at the sixteen new graves in a corner of his farm!

“Even the Sentinel of the Right had died by my hands. If the plot develops as it usually did with novels, next time the Sky Demon Cult would send a divine-tier elite after me!”

“Right now, I would never win against divine-tier elites, unless they were as weak as the Black King Drake!”

Jiang He thought about it.

He might be able to win if his opponent was a little stronger than the Black King Drake, since his ability had grown a little compared to the time when he slew the Black King Drake. Moreover, he had cultivated in the immortal physique Nine Heavenly Star Body Formula and the premium soul item Scarlet Flame Sword.

Moreover, he was not fighting at full strength against the Black King Drake…

Come to think of it, he would have had an easier time killing the beast by eating a pepper and gaining a burst of strength, and not have to fight a bloody battle that lasted over ten minutes.

“Scarlet Flame Sword, Scarlet Flame Sword…”

Jiang He sighed at that. “What a shame. I’ve only learnt immortal physique, and not immortal qi refining or Royal Sword… otherwise, I could cut down the trash that is Black King Drake with a single slash with the full power of Scarlet Flame Sword.”

“Sigh…”

“Buying immortal arts is a shot in the dark too. There’s no telling whether I could get one.”

“I should mind my farm instead of thinking about this stuff.”

Jiang He drew out two tuft Sword Will Barrenwort with a turn of his hand then.

That was when he froze.

“Hold on…”

“Immortal arts… if the martial arts I planted after copying them from online sources became real martial arts, what about immortal arts?”

Jiang He pondered.

There were too many immortal arts and fantasy cultivation available online.

The Heaven Eater Technique, Undying Form, Scripture of No Origin, all of those were cultivation techniques that could break the world…

“But those familiar techniques only have names not content. Moreover, I also think it couldn’t be planted if it’s too strong, and even if it was, even learning it at beginner level would cost at least a hundred thousand Farm Points…”

“Even if those awesome cultivation manuals can’t be planted, isn’t it awesome enough that I simply plant an immortal art?

Refining Qi within the Golden Cinnabar, surpassing calamity to rise above.

Riding Flying Swords…

Becoming the sword sage of legends stirred a yearning at the mere thought!