"Gasp!"
Jiang He could not help inhaling sharply when he saw the words' 500,000-ton yield 'and exclaimed in shock, "500,000-ton yield … I wouldn't last more than seconds if I was at the center of the explosion, would I?"
What did 500,000-ton yield mean?
Little Boy was designed to have a yield of twenty thousand tons, but nuclear materials had been used sparingly back then, which was why the actual explosion was estimated to be around fifteen thousand tons.
Little Boy, which had a yield of fifteen thousand tons, blew up 580 meters above the ground, reducing the city of 245,000 to rubble and killing around two hundred thousand people.
With a yield of 500,000 tons, any city could be completely erased from the face of the earth.
Even Feral Emperors would be blown to death if it was used to blow up Ferals!
The searing heat from the instant explosion of a 500,000-ton yield bomb could instantly destroy everything. Even with Jiang He's mastery of the third tier of the Nine Heavenly Stars Body Formula and his many other moves, he would not last more than three seconds before being vaporized.
Still, at his level of cultivation, it was not a problem for him to run several kilometers away from the epicenter of the explosion in three seconds. Hence, surviving would not be an issue.
"Would I be able to kill the Dragoncroc Emperor if I blow it up with this?"
Jiang He thought as he continued plucking the other Doom Shrooms.
[Ding!]
[+ 1000 Farm Points]
[Ding!]
[+ 1000 Farm Points]
[Ding …]
A total of 38 Doom Shrooms earned Jiang He 38,000 Farm Points.
Jiang He glanced at his System Panel to find that his Farm EXP had increased to level 5 (20800/500000).
"This EXP is quite easy to farm. Each Doom Shroom is a thousand Farm Points and 100 EXP, and I would get over a million Farm Points and over a hundred thousand EXP after farming a thousand Doom Shrooms."
Jiang He had intended to plant the Doom Shrooms in peace, but could not help feeling irritated once he remembered that the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor were working together.
How could he farm in peace if he did not deal with that?
After some thought, Jiang He decided to bring the Cloudscraper Vine with him when he stirred up trouble.
Having evolved to divine-tier, the Cloudscraper Vine had eighteen tendrils, each of which was immeasurably thick and over 200 meters long.
Arriving before the Cloudscraper Vine, Jiang He extended his hand and seethed, "Come in."
Be reasonable.
Jiang He was a little panicked.
Such a huge Cloud Contact Vine was about to enter his body, and he looked a little afraid.
The vines were a few meters thick and more than 200 meters long … Most importantly, there were barbs at the bottom of the branches and leaves. It was like a huge mace …
Buzz!
A green light flashed.
The Cloudscraper Vine rapidly shrunk, turning into a green flash that entered Jiang He's body.
Taken aback, Jiang He exclaimed in surprise, "Did you change the way you enter my body after evolving?"
It was already 11 o 'clock when they left the farm.
He took out a lunch box and used it as breakfast.
Jiang He shook his head with a pained smile even as he ate. "Who eats boxed breakfast … the stronger I am now, the more my life is regressing. After I deal with the matter between the Saint of the Sky Demon Cult and the Dragoncroc Emperor, I'll have Sora make me some steamed buns to carry around. I just need to heat them up with fire-type powers when I eat breakfast."
Once he thought about the soup dumplings, Jiang He felt that the 'cucumber and carrot shreds coleslaw with tofu skin' he was eating was no longer delicious.
When the time comes, I'll make a few more fillings.
For example, chives with Golden-Winged Roc, pickled cabbage with Blue King Drake, eggplant with Dragoncroc Emperor …
After breakfast, Jiang He arrived at the Martial Arts Department (MAD) of Jingdu City.
Zhou Yu came to greet him just as he entered the MAD building.
"Where's Old Wang?"
Jiang He asked. "How is his body recovering?"
Zhou Yu replied, "Minister Wang is still recovering in seclusion, but he called Elder Lin Tianzheng over today, saying that he has something important to discuss."
Jiang He frowned.
What was going on?
He had given Wang Hou the medicine yesterday — the Amoxicillin capsule and band-aid combo. Did it not work?
After a few words, Jiang He learned that …
Right now, many Ferals were gathering across the country, with Feral Kings stirring and a Feral assault on the city at any given moment.
According to Zhou Yu, several Sky Demon Cultists had been captured across the country, and it was clear that the Sky Demon Cultists had spread the news of Wang Hou's injury.
Zhou Yu was busy with work and did not have time to keep Jiang He company, and so left with a fist-palm salute after a few more words.
Jiang He arrived at the training room where Wang Hou was recuperating in seclusion, only to find that Wang Hou was leaning on a rattan chair, holding a Thermos cup with both hands and slurping tea in satisfaction.
Opposite Wang Hou was an old man with white hair.
He was wearing Tang garb and had an imposing aura. Jiang He was drawn to the old man the moment he entered the training room, and could not help turning to look at him. His heart skipped a beat as he exclaimed in surprise, "Is that old man Three Blades Lin's grandpa?"
"His body is rippling with mystic energy. Is he a Qi Refinist as well?"
"No, that's not it. His mystic energy is very weak, and he has yet to reach the sixth tier of Qi Refinist. Still, his martial arts cultivation is not weak, and he is a class above Wang Hou."
Just as Jiang He was looking at Lin Tianzheng, Lin Tianzheng was looking back at him.
"That's … the aura of a full-fledged Golden Pellet?"
Jiang He was not deliberately hiding his aura, which was why Lin Tianzheng could sense Jiang He's cultivation. He was secretly shocked and found it a little unbelievable. "Is he the Jiang He that the documents mentioned? He's a full-fledged Golden Pellet cultivator at such a young age, and has cultivated up to divine-conversion pinnacle in martial arts … "
Lin Tianzheng's expression changed again after sensing Jiang He's body.
He could vaguely sense the frightening power contained within Jiang He's body. His blood flowed like a surging river, while his heart pounded like war drums and thunder. In fact, Lin Tianzheng had the feeling that the power contained beneath that seemingly frail physique could blow him up with a single punch.
Rising to his feet and offering a fist-palm salute, he said, "Brother Jiang He. I'm Lin Tianzheng, and I've heard of your great name before. Now that I've met you today, you truly live up to your reputation."
Jiang He laughed out loud. "You're too kind, Elder Lin."
Inwardly, however, he was beaming with joy.
Three Blades Lin's grandpa is calling me brother?
Doesn't that mean my seniority has risen again?
Since I'm your grandpa's brother, it wouldn't be too much to call Three Blades Lin grandson when I see him, would it?
Clang.
Beside them.
The Thermos flask in Wang Hou's hand fell to the ground.
He could see the change in Jiang He's body as well, and exclaimed in surprise, "Your physique … has strengthened again?"
"After I went back yesterday, I cultivated a little and accidentally leveled up my body tempering cultivation technique … Minister Wang, is my physical strength that obvious?" Xiang He sighed.
Ascending too quickly was troublesome as well.
His physical strength was too powerful, and he could not rein it in perfectly at once.
It would be fine if it was a weaker opponent, but if it was an expert, they would be able to sense his vast vitality even from a few miles away.
His plans would have to be postponed again.
He would need at least half a day to get used to that power.
"You've recovered, Minister Wang?"
"Yeah."
Wang Hou was surprised again at the mention of that.
Band-aid …
The Amoxicillin Capsules actually worked!
The Sword Qi and Demonic Qi that would have taken him ten days to half a month to completely erase even if he suppressed them at full power was completely purged in less than an hour with Jiang He's Amoxicillin Capsules.
After a few more exchanges, Wang Hou's tone changed as he said, "There is unrest across the nation right now. The Sky Demon Cult's Saint has sent cultists everywhere to spread rumors that I'm injured, and the Feral Kings across the land are raring to go. A Feral Swarm could erupt at any moment."
He laughed then.
There was a flash of killing intent on his face as he growled, "Still, the Sky Demon Cult's Saint would never expect that I've fully recovered!"
He rose to his feet and walked to the window.
Looking out into the distance, he said, "If the Sky Demon Cult's Saint had really come to an agreement with the Dragoncroc Emperor, the Feral Swarm would erupt across the world when they join forces to kill you. When that happens, elites across the land would be tied down and no one would be able to help you."
Turning around, Wang Hou smiled. "Still, neither the Sky Demon Cult's Saint nor the Dragoncroc Emperor knows that Elder Lin has returned, and they would never expect me to recover so quickly."
"Jiang He, we could use that to turn the tables and kill the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor."
Wang Hou then told Jiang He about his plan.
The gist of it was that he and Three Blades Lin would hide in Jiang He's house, and when the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor ambushed Jiang He, they would suddenly go on a rampage and catch them off guard. When that happens, they would definitely be able to kill one of them.
It was certainly a good plan.
Jiang He could not help nodding, but soon frowned in doubt. "But … what if the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor don't ambush me?"
"The Sky Demon Cult would have to get past you if they want to take over Lingzhou City, not to mention that you've killed almost half of their elites. Do you think the Sky Demon Cult's Saint wouldn't want to kill you?"
"And the Dragoncroc Emperor wouldn't want to kill you?"
"And now is the best time to kill you."
Wang Hou, in his Conan form, analyzed logically. "As for my injuries, I would normally need at least ten days to fully recover my peak combat ability. If the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor are going to make a move, they would definitely do it in those ten days … no, to avoid any accidents, I would definitely make a move if I were the Sky Demon Cult's Saint."
Seven …
Seven days?
Jiang He, who had thought that Wang Hou's analysis made sense, could not help smiling bitterly.
Every day that the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor did not make a move, he would subconsciously be on tenterhooks and worried, which in turn would lead to a lack of quality sleep, which in turn would weaken his spirit and affect his appetite …
It was too frightening and torturous!
Wait for seven days …
Jiang He simply could not do it.
After musing to himself for a while, he hesitantly said, "Minister Wang, I actually have a more foolproof solution … for example, I could attack first and kill both the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor. Wouldn't I not have to worry about that then?"
"…"
Both Wang Hou and Lin Tianzheng's mouths hung open …
It felt like Jiang He had a point!
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