Boa Hancock was the captain of the Nine Snakes pirates and the Empress of the Amazon Lily Kingdom in the world of One Piece. She was a Merry Merry Fruit user and a member of the former Seven Warlords of the Sea.
She was widely acknowledged as the most beautiful woman in the world of One Piece, and was known as the Empress.
Jiang He was a little dumbstruck as he recalled the information about Boa Hancock in his head.
What the hell.
Was the dog System joking with him?
The "Interstellar Xianxia" world view that he had just established a few days ago was beginning to collapse again. How could he plant the characters from the anime again?
At this time, the two lotus leaves had grown to nearly a meter in diameter. The lotus flower and "Boa Hancock" in the middle of the lotus flower were also growing. Her "growth" was not following the process of a baby, a child, a teenager, and an adult.
Instead, her appearance and figure were adult versions when she was just born, although she had shrunk to the size of a thumb.
She had long jet-black hair, blue eyes, and a pair of snake-shaped earrings. She was tall and sexy, and Jiang He's imagination ran wild as he looked at her. 'If I pluck her from the stamen right now …' He thought to himself.
'No, no. She would be premature if I pluck her now.'
'Moreover, she has just grown to a meter. How would I use her if I pluck her?'
Boa Hancock, who was grown from the Mysterious Seed, did not grow too quickly. It had been over four hours now, and Jiang He estimated that it would be another four hours before he could harvest her.
Jiang He was ready to harvest the paddy first.
There was still water in the paddy since it had just been irrigated two hours ago. Still, it was not a big problem, and Jiang He did not even need Dumbo, Trumbo, and the others' water-type powers. Directing his mana, Jiang He condensed it into a giant hand and grasped at thin air!
Whoosh!
All the water in the three-Mu paddy field was sucked up by Jiang He's hand of mana, reducing it to steam in the air. Not even a speck of mud was left in the paddy field.
All three Mu of paddy fields were now golden.
Aside from the rice ears, even the branches and leaves were glimmering with a faint golden hue, as if the entire paddy field was forged from gold.
Jiang He made a visual estimate.
The rice was a little taller than Jiang He at around two meters, and that was because the ears were too large and heavy and drooped down. Jiang He estimated that each ear could yield at least three catties of rice, and two catties of rice after processing.
Jiang He walked up and plucked one of the rice paddies.
"Ding!"
[+ 1 Farm Point.]
The crisp sound of the system notification rang out in his mind.
Jiang He's eyes lit up at that and appeared delighted, exclaiming in surprise, "Farming Points just by planting rice?"
Before planting the rice, Jiang He had never thought about earning Farm Points with that stuff … all he wanted was to use the mutated rice seeds to strengthen them with his own farm so that he could eat rice that suited his taste.
How could Jiang He not be excited at such a pleasant surprise?
The most important thing was … How many grams of rice did he have in his three mu of land?
On normal land, one mu of paddy field could grow about one jin of rice.
On the other hand, one catty of rice seeds was around twenty thousand grains, but Jiang He's three-Mu paddy field had a bag of rice seeds, which was at least seventy catties … of course, Jiang He was planting mutated rice seeds, and each grain was equal to five grains of normal rice seeds.
There were around four thousand grains per catty.
With seventy catties of rice seeds planted on the three-Mu paddy field, there were around 280000 grains per catty of rice seeds.
Naturally, the survival rate of rice planted on his farm was a hundred percent …
Therefore, the three Mu of paddy field would earn Jiang He at least 280,000 Farm Points.
Delighted, Jiang He hummed a tune as he began to harvest the rice. His method of harvesting was swift, and with a turn of his hand, he whipped out his Dragon-Slaying Saber and swung it horizontally across the ground.
[Ding!]
[+ 1 Farm Point.]
[Ding!]
[+ 1 Farm Point.]
[Ding …]
Veins of System Notifications jingled in his head one after another. Jiang He had harvested the three-Mu paddy field with a single slash and a second, but the System Notifications kept ringing for an entire hour.
In the end, Jiang He became so annoyed that he simply used his spirit to block out the System's voice.
As for the paddy he harvested, it was not Jiang He's responsibility.
Calling out to Dumbo, who was cultivating, he said, "Go, get some rope. Bring along Trumbo and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, and tie these paddy fields up."
Dumbo, who was wearing baggy underpants and standing on its hind legs put its front paws on its hips, called out to the others, and Trumbo and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers promptly got to work.
Jiang He moved a stool over and sat under the shade of the willow tree, taking out the purple-gold sunflower seeds and some walnuts that he had not eaten for some time, and began to eat while crossing his legs … the next batch of Doom Shrooms would be ready soon.
Such was the mundane and dull life of farming.
… …
Meanwhile, Jiang He was farming at home, unaware of the great shock that was happening outside.
On the afternoon of the twenty-third of October, the day before Jiang He returned from Jingdu City, Wang Hou gathered the many elites of the Hua Nation and joined forces with the military for a meeting that lasted over two hours.
That very night, the many elites of the Hua Nation were mobilized, working with the military to execute a decapitation plan against some of the Feral Kings across the Hua Nation.
As for why it was' some '…
It was a plan they came up with after serious discussion and consideration during the meeting.
First, once every Feral King was killed, the Ferals within the Hua Nation would be leaderless, and chaos would definitely erupt. Second, while the Dragoncroc Emperor and the Golden-Winged Roc were dead, the ancient daemons had yet to show themselves.
If they massacred the Feral Kings on a large scale, they might draw out the ancient daemons, and the loss outweighed the gain.
Otherwise, Wang Hou's idea was to just kill the Feral Kings directly.
With every elite of the Hua Nation mobilized and the military working with them, they would first kill every Feral King within the Hua Nation's borders before killing the high-ranked Ferals, and the Hua Nation would be free of worries.
Lin Tianzheng, however, stopped Wang Hou.
Musing to himself for a long time, Wang Hou agreed with Lin Tianzheng's suggestion.
After all …
Leaving some Feral Kings and high-ranked Ferals alive would give the martial artists a sense of urgency, and would they not have a target to kill when they went out to train, would they not?
That very night, news of victory arrived: a total of three Feral Kings had been killed.
On the twenty-fourth of October, more news arrived that two more Feral Kings had been killed.
"Continue the hunt!"
"There are nine Feral Kings left within the Hua Nation's borders … of course, there is the possibility that there are Feral Kings hiding deep in the mountains and never showing themselves."
Wang Hou ordered.
Even so, the Feral Kings had already caught wind of the news and were utterly frightened out of their wits. Some of them fled Hua Nation borders, while others fled to the depths of the oceans, while some Feral Kings simply hid deep in the mountains and forests, or places where no one would venture.
The twenty-fifth of October.
Around six in the evening.
In other words, it was after Jiang He had harvested his rice.
Deep within an endless chain of mountains in the northeastern region of the Hua Nation.
This was the northernmost part of the Hua Nation and was filled with dense, primeval forests, as well as the place where the lowest temperature in Hua Nation history was recorded.
Winters here were long and cold, while summers were short and cool. The difference between day and night was huge, with the annual average temperature being -2.8 ° C, with the lowest temperature reaching -53 ° C.
It was only the end of October, but snow was already fluttering in the mountains.
The dense primeval forests were covered in thick layers of snow.
Whoosh!
A figure was traversing the ancient forests.
It was a massive scarlet fox with a pair of wings on its back, one of which had been cut off and was bleeding profusely.
Its blood had the markings of burning flames. When its blood fell on the snow, it made sizzling sounds, as if red-hot charcoal had fallen on the snow.
Up in the skies, an elite was treading on thin air.
Inside the forest, someone was giving chase, blade in hand.
The scarlet fox spoke human tongue and barked, "Blade King, are you humans really going to kill us daemons?"
And the blade-wielding figure in pursuit was none other than Three Blades Lin.
At the moment, Three Blades Lin was utterly arrogant. His entire body was emanating blade will, and his entire being was like an unsheathed combat blade as he sneered, "Cut the crap, Scarlet Fox King. Do you really think I would spare you with that pathetic act?"
"When you ascended as a Feral King, you massacred three towns in a single day and caused the deaths of 190,000 people. Moreover, you had unleashed Feral Swarms on human cities multiple times, and that debt of blood must naturally be washed away with your blood!"
Shua!
Three Blades Lin abruptly swung his blade and yelled, "Scarlet Fox King, you can't run! I just need three slashes to cut off your dog head!"
He slashed out with his saber, followed by a second and a third saber.
He was divine-tempest pinnacle and just half a step away from divine-union, equal in cultivation to the Scarlet Fox King … but now that the Scarlet Fox King was wounded, how could he match Three Blades Lin?
However, when Three Blades Lin's third slash was unleashed, a loud cry suddenly echoed from the skies.
"Saber King, be careful!"
Buzz!
On top of the Crimson Fox King's head, a small three-story pagoda descended.
Veins of misty earthen-yellow luster dangling from the small tower had actually blocked Three Blades Lin's third slash.
The Crimson Fox King opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The demonic aura in his mouth sprayed onto the three-story pagoda. He raised his head to the sky and cried out, "Ancestor, save me …"
"Sigh!"
A soft sigh came from afar.
Then, a giant hand that blotted out the sun descended from the sky.
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