Still, it was not that Wang Hou was lazy.
He had been running around over the last few years, and rest and sleep were basically a luxury for him, often going months or even a year without sleep.
That continued until Wang Hou ascended to Void-tier.
After he ascended, he negotiated with the Ferals and set the tone that those above rank-nine were not to attack on whimsically. Then, he reached an agreement with the five Holy Grounds, and only then did the situation in the Hua Nation stabilize.
Though Jiang He's incessant actions had left many Feral Kings restless and there was a possibility of unrest across the land, Jiang He's quick slaying of four Feral Kings — the Black King Drake, the Red Toad King, the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle, and the Golden-Crowned Black Eagle, as well as the Feral Emperor the Golden-Winged Roc had greatly weakened the Ferals' strength. Even if unrest erupted, the nation's current forces could handle it.
Moreover, according to the Dragoncroc Emperor …
It did not really want to fight.
That was why Wang Hou was even more relaxed.
And once he was relaxed, he wanted to sleep.
After making some arrangements at the MAD, Wang Hou rose to his feet and headed to the bedroom he had partitioned off his office, instructing, "Tell them I'm not around if anyone comes looking for me … by the way, Old Zhou, you can handle the trivial matters as you see fit. Don't disturb my sleep."
He arrived at the small bedroom.
Lying on his bed for just a few minutes, Wang Hou fell into a sweet dream.
It was a pity that Jiang He could not see that, or his eyes would have turned red since he was a patient with poor sleep quality.
Groggily, he slept for less than half an hour.
Pow!
Suddenly, a dull thud jolted Wang Hou out of his dreams.
Zhou Yu had crashed open the office door and charged inside. Once inside, he went to Wang Hou's bedroom and banged loudly on the wooden door. "Minister Wang, bad news! The MAD of Lingzhou City has just sent word that Mount Dadong is gone!"
Wang Hou shuddered even as he groggily slept, question marks all over his face.
He walked out of his bedroom and exclaimed in surprise, "What the heck? Mount Dadong is gone? "
Wang Hou did not come to his senses just then.
Dong Mountain stretched for hundreds of li. How could it disappear?
Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Zhou Yu quickly corrected himself when he realized that he had said the wrong thing. "Lingzhou City's MAD might have exaggerated things a little, but the actual situation is that the heritage site inside Mount Dadong had collapsed, causing a massive earthquake. Everything within twenty kilometers of Mount Dadong was reduced to rubble, and huge fissures spread over hundreds of kilometers across Mount Dadong, with the ecosystem being severely damaged."
Presently, Dong Mountain was a den of beasts. If the ecological environment was destroyed, so be it. There was no need to care.
Once such a situation occurred, the beasts living in Dong Mountain would have to migrate. At that time, it was possible that it would cause chaos among the beasts.
Wang Hou frowned and said, "The army stationed in Yuzhen had just left yesterday, and something happened to Mount Dadong today? The relic … how could the great Dong Mountain relic collapse? "
With a weird expression, Zhou Yu said, "It seems to be related to Yan Dehao."
"Ah?"
Wang Hou could not help laughing. "Do you think I don't know what Yan Dehao is capable of? If he had the ability to destroy a ruin, I wouldn't be willing to send him to be a spy. "
"I think so too."
Zhou Yu flashed a pained smile. "Maybe Yan Dehao is a scapegoat."
"Tell me," Wang Hou said. "What actually happened?"
"Didn't Jiang He meet up with Yan Dehao last night?" Zhou Yu replied.
"I contacted Yan Dehao through Lingzhou City, and he said that he had gained the Sky Demon Cult's trust and became their Fourth Elder. Yesterday, he arrived at Mount Dadong with two Cardinals, the Sentinel of the Left, an Elder, three Holy Children, and many Decans, intending to open the heritage site with the Graywolf King, but Jiang He charged out and killed every single Sky Demon Cultist, even forcing the Graywolf King to open the heritage site."
"According to Yan Dehao, the heritage site must be a daemonic legacy. The Graywolf King benefited immeasurably from the heritage site and gained great power, but it still died to Jiang He."
Wang Hou stared at Zhou Yu and asked, "Are you saying that Jiang He was the one who collapsed the heritage site at Mount Dadong … hold on …"
Even before he finished, he suddenly came to a realization and exclaimed in shock, "Jiang He killed two Cardinals, the Sentinel of the Left, three Holy Children, and several Decans, and then killed the Graywolf King?!"
Damn it!
Wang Hou clutched his forehead, unsure what to say just then.
What he feared had really come true.
The Dragoncroc Emperor had made it clear that it did not want to fight, and the precondition for that was that those above rank-nine were not allowed to attack on a whim. Jiang He especially was not allowed to kill Feral Kings, but he did not expect that Jiang He would kill another Feral King in the blink of an eye.
Are you the Terminator of Ferals?
After a long while, Wang Hou rubbed his temples and chuckled helplessly, saying, "Whatever, the Graywolf King is dead. The Dragoncroc Emperor didn't mind that Jiang He had slain four Ferals and the Golden-Winged Roc, so it wouldn't say anything even if he killed another Graywolf King."
"I'm not worried about the Dragoncroc Emperor right now, but the Sky Demon Cult … Jiang He had killed two of their cardinals, along with their two sentinels and nine elders. I'm afraid the Sky Demon Cult's Saint is about to lose his temper."
"Whatever, worrying is useless. We'll deal with whatever comes. If the Sky Demon Cult's Saint really dares to come out, I'll immediately contact every elite in the country to kill him!"
The only thing that bothered him was that his conversation with the Dragoncroc Emperor had to be brought forward.
Otherwise, if the Graywolf King's matter were to spread and every Feral King would be in danger, they would definitely be overwhelmed if the Sky Demon Cult's Saint came out to cause trouble.
After musing to himself for a long time, Wang Hou's tone changed and he asked, "Does this mean that Jiang He was the one who collapsed the Mount Dadong heritage site?"
Zhou Yu flashed a pained smile. "Not really … according to Yan Dehao, the heritage site collapsed when he stomped his foot. It might be because the heritage site was too stable in the first place, or there was some sort of setup inside that would collapse on its own if someone took away the legacy."
Waving him off, Wang Hou said, "Forget it, we don't have to worry about this. Notify Yan Dehao and have him return as soon as possible. I have something to ask him, and send Jiang He's Orirock and Sword Will Barrenwort over as soon as possible."
Wang Hou entered his bedroom again, still cursing.
This time, however, he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried.
Sleep, my foot!
After what Jiang He had done, there was a whole bunch of pressing matters waiting for him to do.
…
Meanwhile, Jiang He was snoring away.
He returned home, went up to the third floor for a bath, and returned to his bedroom after he was done, falling asleep in minutes after he lay down on his bed.
After that …
He slept past six in the evening.
Refreshed after waking up, he stretched lazily and exclaimed in delight, "The Twenty-Three Swords really is a divine technique. Not only does it cut down the enemy's spirit and Yuan Spirit, but it also helps me sleep. If I have trouble sleeping in the future, I'll get someone to slash me a couple of times with the sword to ensure that I get enough sleep."
It was just that no one else could hear that.
If they did, they would probably beat Jiang He to death.
The Twenty-Three Swords required a portion of one's spirit to charge, and it would hurt one's spirit after use.
If an average person used the technique and their spirit was damaged, they would not recover even if they slept for ten days or half a month, and might even suffer permanent damage to their foundation. …
He went downstairs.
Sora had already prepared a fragrant dinner.
Three dishes and a soup … it was both scrumptious and nutritious.
How could it not be nutritious?
Jiang He's family had grown all the vegetables himself, and even the most common cucumbers and eggplants had mystical effects that were even more impressive than floral spirits. The three dishes and soup dinner was worth at least a hundred million, and not even the richest man in the world could afford it.
The only downside was that the rice was mediocre.
"It seems that planting rice and wheat would have to be put on the agenda."
Jiang He sighed emotionally at the dinner table.
Meanwhile, outside the mansion, Dumbo and Trumbo were holding their metal bowls and staring tearfully at the dining table, their tongues hanging out long and drooling.
Jiang He was speechless.
Dumbo was a dog, and it was understandable for it to behave like that. Trumbo, on the other hand … it was one thing for a cat to wag its tail like a dog every day, but now it was sticking out its tongue too?
Sora rose to his feet, scooped out two bowls of rice and two spoonfuls of vegetables and soup, and poured them into Dumbo and Trumbo's metal bowls.
The cat and dog wagged their tails and happily ate by the doorway, spoons in hand.
The Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers ran over as well. They did not like to eat rice, but preferred nitrogen and compound fertilizers, and Jiang He simply exchanged for a hundred compound fertilizers and threw them to the seven brothers.
Each compound fertilizer was 300 Farm Points.
A hundred was only 30,000 Farm Points, and 30000 Farm Points was nothing to Jiang He right now.
"Thanks, gramps!"
The Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers turned and ran off in a puff of smoke.
After dinner, Jiang He rummaged through his drawers and cabinets for rice and wheat seeds.
In the end …
He did not find them.
"I remember I bought rice and wheat seeds last time …" Jiang He rubbed his temples. Did he buy them or not?
Hmmm …
He had been so busy recently that he forgot. Either way, he could not find them at home.
"Still, that's fine. It would be best if I could get some mutated seeds for rice and wheat. It's harvest season now, and the Hua Nation is so vast that there are countless paddy fields. Some of the paddy planted in the Yellow Plains might have mutated due to the influence of Yuan Qi."
Yuan Qi …
That was what Jiang He called it. It was the same for the people of the Five Holy Grounds, and it might have been the same even in the Age of Qi Refinists and Old Martial Artists.
On the other hand, Jiang He felt a little awkward with the name 'Force' given by the professors and specialists.
"As for the rice and wheat seeds, I'll just have the MAD collect them for me. I'm not in a hurry to plant them anyway."
Jiang He's farm EXP was already maxed out a long time ago, and he already had the materials to level up his farm. Now, all he had to do was wait for the 100 Orirocks that Wang Hou promised to arrive and earn some Farm Points to level up his farm.
"There are a lot of things I need to plant after my farm levels up. Since I have nothing to do now, I could prepare ahead of time."
After some thought, Jiang He decided to create a Sword Array.
As a sword cultivator, how was he supposed to greet others if he did not have an awesome Sword Array?
(PS: Asking for monthly votes and recommendation votes. Hmmm … creating a cultivation manual is too difficult. Does anyone have any ideas for a Sword Array?)
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