What? Do you have other requests, Chief Murong? "
Jiang He frowned and said, "Fifteen portions of each of the Bezoar Detox Pills, Amoxicillin Capsules, and band-aids, along with an eggplant that increases longevity, reduces swelling, and stops bleeding … and that's not enough for a torn immortal art from the Murong clan?"
Murong Buyi came to his senses and quickly said, "That's enough. You misunderstand, Mister Jiang. I'm just …"
Holding the eggplant, he did not know what to say just then.
Long Mountain Lin laughed out loud. "Don't worry, Chief Murong. I've eaten that eggplant before, and it definitely increases my lifespan by five years."
Delighted, Murong Buyi asked, "Mister Jiang, how should I eat that eggplant?"
"I usually stir-fry it, so it depends on your taste."
Jiang He answered honestly. "Actually, cold eggplants like this are quite good too. Cook it, cut it into slices, mix in some garlic and chili powder, add some cold seasoning, salt, and vinegar, and it tastes quite good."
"Your clan should have a personal chef, don't you? If you don't mind, a charcoal eggplant would taste even better. "
"…"
Murong Buyi blinked his eyes, feeling that his brain circuits were somewhat unable to wrap itself around it.
Why did something so precious sound no different from a vegetable in Jiang He's mouth?
Then, Jiang He took out fifteen portions of each of the Bezoar Detox Pills, Amoxicillin Capsules, and band-aids, handing them to Murong Buyi.
"It's been a pleasure working with you, Mister Jiang."
After shaking hands, Murong Buyi exchanged a few more pleasantries, saying that he would host a banquet for Jiang He, but Jiang He declined tactfully.
"Mister Jiang, the auction would start in an hour. I'll be taking my leave."
Murong Buyi offered a fist-palm salute and left.
Beside him, Long Mountain Lin quietly shook his head.
In truth, the fact that the Murong clan had a torn immortal art was no secret in the world of martial arts. At the very least, Long Mountain Lin himself had heard about it, but what could he cultivate from a mere torn manual?
Unless Jiang He was a prodigy like the Murong clan's patriarch all those years ago and came up with a cultivation method that could match Shifting Stars, this trade was definitely a huge loss.
Of course, that was just Long Mountain Lin's opinion.
Jiang He knew whether it was a loss or a gain.
Immortal spells could only be found by chance, and things like the eggplant and the Bezoar Detoxification Pill could be grown anytime he wanted.
About ten minutes later, Wei Zhishu and Long Qi arrived together.
Wei Zhishu held a crystal bottle that contained 1500 drops of Origin Fluid.
Jiang He was a little surprised.
1500 drops …
It sounded like a lot, but there wasn't a single bottle of it in the crystal bottle.
"Such a small amount is not even enough for me to drink. Whatever, the rank-9 Origin Fluid of Life is a rare item after all. I'll keep it and see if I can plant it." Jiang He accepted the crystal bottle and traded the Bezoar Detox Pills, Amoxicillin capsules, and band-aids to Wei Zhishu.
It was not worth it to drink it all in one gulp.
As a person, he had to look far ahead. If he could really grow it, he could use it to replace mineral water in the future.
Recently, having gotten used to drinking rank-nine Origin Fluid, Jiang He could barely drink mineral water anymore.
"Mister Jiang, this is Sword Will Barrenwort."
Draconic Seven was carrying a special metal box.
He opened it, and inside were three tufts of Sword Will Barrenwort. Jiang He picked one up and studied it closely, but found nothing unusual about it. It appeared normal and no different from the weeds by the roadside.
However, when his spirit touched the Sword Will Barrenwort, he immediately felt a sharp sword will growing within the dark space. It was as if his spirit had touched the sword will, and through his spirit's perception, Jiang He could 'see' a three-foot-long blue sword slashing down at him from the skies.
Snikt!
The dark horizon was torn apart by a single sword.
Jiang He felt a throbbing pain in his head, and his spirit appeared to be shaken. His face instantly paled, and he stumbled three steps back, holding onto the sofa as his breathing quickened.
Even so, Jiang He's attention was focused on the ocean of swords in his head.
It was as if …
A strand of unusual energy was swirling above the ocean of swords.
The luminous sword in his head became a little more dazzling.
"Brother Jiang He!"
"Mister Jiang!"
Long Mountain Lin, Long Qi, and Wei Zhishu all rushed to him in shock.
Long Mountain Lin held Jiang He up and asked in concern, "Are you alright, Brother Jiang He?"
"I'm fine."
Jiang He waved him off. "My spirit was merely shaken by the sword will growing inside the Sword Will Barrenwort. It's nothing serious."
He then sat down on the sofa.
"Brother Jiang He, according to what I know, you cultivate the blade, not the sword."
Long Mountain Lin chuckled bitterly. "Moreover, you are not rank-nine yet, and your spirit is probably not strong enough. It is only when your spirit reaches rank-nine and you have a certain level of mastery in the sword that you could use the Sword Will Barrenwort to refine your will and grasp the Boundary of Wills within."
"Otherwise, it would only backfire."
Elder Lin appeared somber as he instructed, "If you want to walk the path of the sword, I could teach you the ultimate swordplay of my family. You could only try using the Sword Will Barrenwort after you reach a certain level of mastery and ascend up to rank-nine."
"Eh?"
Jiang He was rather surprised and exclaimed in surprise, "There are so many rules for using the Sword Will Barrenwort?"
Puzzled, he frowned and said, "The strength of my Mental Energy shouldn't be considered weak, right? But Old Brother Lin is right, I only dabbled in saber techniques, I have never cultivated sword techniques at all. "
"Eh?"
Jiang He's gaze shifted even before he finished, and his spirit once again sank into the ocean of swords in his mind.
That energy became clearer, and Jiang He had a strange feeling … that he could wield it.
Hence.
He stretched out his finger and pointed forward.
In front of the sofa was a coffee table, and further in front of it was a 55-inch LCD television.
Whoosh!
A razor-sharp Sword Qi shot out from Jiang He's fingertip, piercing through the TV and the wall behind it with a whoosh, before shooting to some unknown place.
"What the hell!"
A cry of surprise could be heard from the next room. "Who the hell shot me with Sword Qi?"
And yet, Long Mountain Lin, Long Qi, and Wei Zhishu did not seem to hear the commotion in the next room. All of them were gaping at Jiang He as if they had seen a ghost.
Embarrassed by their stares, Jiang He chuckled and said, "Why are you guys looking at me like that? I'm not a monster!"
"By the way."
"Didn't you guys say that I couldn't grasp sword will? But I feel like I've grasped it! "
There was silence in the room for a long time.
After several seconds, Long Mountain Lin breathed a long sigh and exclaimed, "Rank-eight and unversed in swordsmanship, but you grasped ten percent of sword will after using the Sword Will Barrenwort for the first time. Monster, monster … no, genius, Brother Jiang He, you are definitely a genius in swordsmanship!"
Long Mountain Lin's eyes twinkled as he exclaimed, "My family's sword arts originate from the Qingcheng Sect, one of the five great Holy Grounds of martial arts. Though I've only cultivated a little of the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, I'm confident that my sword techniques are among the best in the Hua Nation. Brother Jiang He, if you want to cultivate sword techniques, I'm willing to teach you the secret sword techniques of my clan unconditionally."
The Evil-Warding Sword Manual?
Jiang He shuddered and quickly clamped his legs together, saying, "No, no. How could an outsider like me cultivate the secret technique of your clan?"
Seeing that Long Mountain Lin was about to speak again, Jiang He rose to his feet and said seriously, "Say no more, Brother Lin. If you insist on forcing me to learn the secret technique of your clan, don't blame me for cutting ties with you!"
His words were spoken with absolute certainty!
What a joke!
The Evil-Warding Sword Manual …
Who would dare to learn it?
Come to think of it, the secret technique of the Qingcheng Sect, one of the five Holy Grounds of the Hua Nation, was actually the Evil-Warding Sword Manual …
Jiang He glanced suspiciously at Long Mountain Lin, Lin Tianzheng's figure flashing through his mind again.
Perhaps the Evil-Warding Sword Manual was different from the one he knew, such as the prerequisites for cultivating it did not exist.
Why else would Long Mountain Lin have so many descendants?
Dong-thong-thong!
That was when there was a loud knock on his door.
Jiang He opened the door and found a familiar figure. It was the full-bearded martial artist he met by chance when he peed outside the city last night.
"Eh?"
The bearded martial artist clearly remembered Jiang He as well, and asked in surprise, "Young man, is this your room?"
Jiang He nodded, and then noticed that the bearded martial artist was clutching his shoulder with his hand. Blood was still flowing out between his fingers, and he could not help asking, "Brother, your shoulder …"
"What the hell!"
The bearded martial artist barked angrily, "I was taking a bath just now when a Sword Qi shot towards me out of nowhere …"
"…"
"Haha!"
Jiang He laughed awkwardly, saying, "Trouble really comes from the sky when I'm sitting at home … Brother, I'm actually proficient in medicine too. Come, let me take a look at your wound."
"It's fine. It's just a flesh wound, not a wound to the bone."
"How about this? I'll put a band-aid on you."
Jiang He stuck a band-aid on the bearded martial artist, who was shedding tears of gratitude. Still, when he turned around, he began to mutter curses at the person who shot him.
Jiang He pretended not to hear him.
It was already past six in the evening and the auction was about to begin. As the organizers of the auction, Long Qi and Wei Zhishu naturally could not stay at Jiang He's place.
On the other hand, Long Mountain Lin was going to attend the auction as well.
Jiang He indicated that he was about to return to Lingzhou City.
He was still missing a portion of rank-nine Feral meat to level up his farm. Still, Jiang He learned from their conversation just now that the Dragon clan had hunted down a rank-nine Feral a while ago, and Long Qi had arranged for someone to deliver it to Jiang He.
Soon after Long Qi, Wei Zhishu, and Long Mountain Lin left, a Dragon clan disciple delivered several hundred catties of rank-nine Feral meat.
Several hundred catties of rank-nine Feral meat were packed into a huge crate.
Jiang He felt a little helpless.
Twenty-five portions of the tail meat of the Blue King Drake and almost 150 catties of rank-nine Feral meat … filling his sports car to the brim.
After much difficulty squeezing into the driver's seat, Jiang He tried to lay down and start the car, only to find that he could not.
"Sigh …"
"I should have bought the Spatial Ring the three clans were auctioning as well."
He gave a voice command.
Around nightfall, Jiang He's sports car slowly drove out of Jiangnan City and sped toward the northwest.
In the car.
Jiang He was a little bored.
He had unwittingly arrived at Jiangnan after a nap when he arrived, but he was not sleepy at all when he returned home. Moreover, the road conditions were not good and very bumpy.
"What the heck?"
"Ferals lurk during the day and come out at night. Is it really not working here? Why isn't a single Feral attacking me? "
"A few Sky Demon Cultists would do even if there aren't any Ferals!"
Jiang He breathed a long sigh even as he ate the blended qi pellets and walnuts.
Others aside, he missed the Sky Demon Cultists after not hearing any news about them recently.
Before this, he had thought that the Sky Demon Cultists were insane and bullies, but now that he was bored, he found them adorable. In fact, Jiang He missed the happy times just a while ago, when he could not sleep out of boredom, he could run out to the Sky Demon Cultists to relieve his boredom.
"Whatever, I'll sleep. I hope I'm home when I wake up, and the first thing I'll do after I level up my farm is plant the purple-golden sunflower. I'll munch on sunflower seeds when I'm bored too."
In that very moment, Jiang He was eager to return home.
He had been away for days, and there was no telling how his willow tree was doing. Had it birthed a spirit?
It had been days since he fed Dumbo and Trumbo, and there was no telling if they were hungry.
That cute and sexy little maid of his …
Would she be scared sleeping alone at night?
(PS: I'm about to return to the plain farming segment … on my knees, begging for monthly votes and recommendation votes. Thank you, bosses!)
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