Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm - Chapter 526
Chapter 526: Go, Blow Him Up!
Jiang He sat cross-legged in the air near the entrance of the Grand Luo battlefield, Dao aura swirling around him while his Martial Yuan Spirit hovered above his head.
In the skies, the rewards from the World’s Authority descended continuously to flood Jiang He.
The Golden Armor General’s eyes widened as he clicked his tongue in wonder. “It’s said that the rewards from the World’s Authority tend to be finished in moments… but Jiang He’s rewards are not ending even after half an hour.”
“He has killed too many elites!”
Wang Hou exclaimed in wonder.
He had been roaming the celestial battlefield for some time at had an idea about the rules here.
Here, there were five separate battlefields for Demi-Saints, Grand Luo, Golden Immortals, True Immortals, and Heavenly Immortals. Only cultivators of corresponding tiers could enter and kill enemies within and gain rewards from the Authority.
The rewards were quite mystical.
For most of the time, it would be enlightenment toward Dao and the like, as well as cultivation manuals, mystic treasures, or other mystical items.
Grand Luo were few in numbers, which was why there usually would not be serious casualties in the Grand Luo battlefield. In contrast, the battlefield of the Golden Immortals, True Immortals, and Heavenly Immortals were extremely chaotic. Various major races and factions would send their True Immortals and Heavenly Immortals into the celestial battlefield to kill each other, and there was even a city built in the True Immortal battlefield, with each faction carving out a territory of their own.
There was a common point to all rewards, however—various phenomena would appear when the rewards arrived.
One full hour later, the phenomena slowly faded.
The Dao presence around Jiang He continued, however, and his Martial Dao aura was improving in tier, and only stopped after a long time.
Wang Hou’s expression twitched and he asked somberly, “Full-fledged thirteenth-tier of martial arts… Jiang He’ martial cultivation has actually reached that level?”
“What thirteenth-tier of martial arts?” The Jade Emperor’s clone was puzzled.
Wang Hou explained, “You may not know this, Brother, but Jiang He had created a brand-new martial cultivation system and a paragon cultivation manual in the Martial Scripture. Martial artists just have to cultivate according to it to reach the level of Demi-Saint pinnacle.”
“…”
The Golden Armor General’s eyes widened even further.
Still, Wang Hou exclaimed in surprise, “His martial cultivation has clearly improved a lot, but why is his immortal arts cultivation still at Grand Luo? The rewards just now were so concentrated, but it somehow could not help him up to Demi-Saint?”
The Golden Armor General was dumbstruck.
That was when Jiang He slowly opened his eyes.
The Dao presence around him faded, and the Martial Yuan Spirit hovering above him returned inside him.
“Damn it!”
Jiang He cursed the instant he opened his eyes. “What a rubbish Authority… is it malfunctioning? I’ve always hated being forced into enlightenments!”
Both Wang Hou and the Jade Emperor’s clones were very stunned, thinking that Jiang He was putting on airs…
But how were they supposed to know his pain?
Even though he was almost reaching Demi-Saint, every enlightenment of his was passive… when could he actually accomplish an enlightenment of his own?
Wang Hou then asked about it.
Jiang He barked, “If there’s no ascension, so be it… It’s just Demi-Saint, and I’ll reach it in three months at minimum, and one year at most… in fact, I could almost reach it with my own strength. Ah, by the way, Your Majesty, this is Wang Hou, whom I’ve mentioned before… the peace in the homeworld is only thanks to his accomplishment.”
Wang Hou did not know that the gruff man before him was a clone of the Jade Emperor. After Jiang He introduced him, he promptly bowed in apology, unable to hold back the laughter inside…
This man with thick brows and big eyes was the Jade Emperor’s clone?
Was the man himself that funny?
“With Brother Wang Hou rescued, our battle today ends in a great victory… Mister Jiang, Brother Wang Hou, many Grand Luo and Demi-Saints of the Three Realms have gathered in the Celestial Court. They all wish to see you to build relations.”
The Golden Armor General smiled, his tone then changing and his expression turning somber. “I did not expect such grand results from this fight… now that I think about it, this would certainly stun the Saints.”
“What?”
Wang Hou and Jiang He’s expression twitched, with Jiang He scowling. “Are the Saints of the God-Demon races come after me?”
“Not quite.”
The Golden Armor General said, “The Saints of the Three Realms would respond should the Saints of the God-Demon races make a move. Right now, I’m worried that their Demi-Saints would attack… let’s return right away, Mister Jiang He, so that we would not be intercepted by them.”
“Just Demi-Saints?”
Jiang He chuckled. “It’s fine. If it’s just them, I still have over two hundred slaves, and have any Demi-Saint who comes too near blow themselves up when the time comes.”
“…”
The Golden Armor General’s eyes widened and he squawked, “Over two hundred slaves that could match Grand Luo? Not even the Three Realms put together has such great a force… you could bear such a loss of having all of them self-destruct?”
“Of course. Why not? They are not really Grand Luo…”
Jiang He answered nonchalantly, and the mention of Grand Luo made Jiang He remembered about the dead foreign Grand Luo, so he quickly asked, “By the way, Dumbo, are you done clearing up the battlefield?”
Dumbo’s dog face appeared helpless as he offered a begrudging smile, “Master, everything is blown up… the foreign Grand Luo did not have any strong defensive mystic treasure and there’s nothing left of them. After I looked around, I found no corpses aside from fragments of the mystic treasure fragments.”
Jiang He’s expression darkened immediately…
That was ninety-nine Grand Luo…
Aside from Lord Skyless of the God race and Moyin of the Demon race, the other seventy-two were all dead?
Soon, however, Dumbo waved its paw and took out a stack of corpses.
Some of them were more complete, but most were in pieces.
“Master!”
“The last of those foreign Grand Luo are completely vaporized, but I did collect a total of fifty corpses in passing.” Dumbo beamed, seeking approval. “I know that you are kind-hearted and can’t bear to leave these Grand Luo corpses out… but no worries, Master, I’ll bury them later.”
“Not bad.”
Jiang He’s grimace turned to a smile.
Fifty Grand Luo corpses, and with Moyin and Skyless…
It was fifty-two.
These were actual Grand Luo, the stronger ones having reached Grand Luo-pinnacle, and they would most certainly become even stronger if he planted them.
That was especially true for Lord Skyless of the God race and Moyin of the Demon race, their abilities having reached levels that could match average Demi-Saints… If he added in a large pack of Living Soil of the Nine Heavens when he planted them, they might improve even further.
Jiang He’s smile could not be concealed at that very thought, and he said cheerfully, “Come, let’s go.”
He waved his hand, gathering Dumbo and the rest before leaving the Grand Luo battlefield with Wang Hou and the Golden Armor General.
“Huh…”
They had just left the Grand Luo battlefield when the stench of blood rushed to Jiang He nose, and Jiang He exclaimed, “Why is the scent of blood so thick in the air? Could there have been a huge fight outside the Grand Luo battlefield too… eh? A blood sea?”
He had yet to finish when he saw a sea of blood abruptly spreading in outer space.
In the next instant, a grand figure abruptly appeared.
“Hahaha… you actually dared to show up, Jiang He?”
The Nether River Patriarch’s blood robes was flapping loudly as he spoke coolly, an icy glint showing in his eyes as his killing intent raged at Jiang He.
“Nether River Patriarch!”
The look on both Wang Hou and the Golden Armor General’s faces changed at that.
“Have no fear, Jiang He!”
The Jade Emperor’s clone spoke through acoustics, and he was about to tell Jiang He that he could resolve the matter himself… and yet, a hundred figures appeared in front of Jiang He right then.
He had shifted a hundred pseudo-Overdeities out from his Farm.
Pointing casually at the Blood Sea that stretched over hundreds of thousands kilometers, Jiang He ordered, “Go, blow him the hell up!”
The Nether River Patriarch was dumbstruck.
What?
