Jiang He farmed through the night, having his supper, breakfast, and lunch on the next day in the farm.
By four in the afternoon on the next day, he finally planted and harvested all the spirit stones.
He turned on his System Panel and could not help feeling invigorated!
"1,830,000,000 …"
"I earned a billion Farm Points for improving my Qi Refinist cultivation up to full-fledged Mahayana, and 800 million Farm Points for improving the Nine Heavenly Stars Body Formula up to full-fledged Mahayana …"
Jiang He blinked.
With that, he would still be left with 30 million Farm Points?
Moreover, he had yet to harvest the Clear Sky Mirror, the nameless premium-grade sage combat suit, and the Epiphany Pellet tree.
There was no rush in improving his cultivation. After all, Jiang He did not know if something like a phenomenon would happen after he improved both his Qi Refinist and physique at the same time. If it did, wouldn't the Daemon Foxes of Green Hill Foxes be alerted if it extended over thousands of miles?
That was why it would not be too late to improve his cultivation after he fought his way to the Daemon Foxes of Green Hill.
After all, it was just a thought.
"Hard work pays off … I've farmed through the night without sleep or rest for two days just to reap such rewards. No matter what I achieve in the future, I would never forget my original intentions and keep farming …"
Breathing a long sigh, Jiang He walked to a corner and 'plucked' the combat suit that was' growing 'on the ground.
[Ding!]
[+ 500,000 Farm Points.]
A System Notification jingled in his head then. Jiang He's face twitched as he looked at the handsome silver-white combat suit, and a bunch of data appeared before his eyes —
[Dark Sky Armor]
[Tier: demi-immortal item]
[Drop a drop of blood for use.]
Jiang He was taken aback …
Dark Sky Armor?
Why was that name so chuunibyou?
"Hmmm …"
"Wasn't that Mahayana elite of the Penglai Sect called Dark Sky?"
Jiang He suddenly remembered that the Taixu Sect chieftain had mentioned the Daoist names of the two Mahayana elites of the Penglai Sect. The one who wielded the Clear Sky Mirror was called the White Brows Daoist, while the other was called Dark Sky or something?
Since the combat suit was his, could it have been named after his Daoist name?
Jiang He complained, but did not think too much about it. It was just a combat suit, so who cares what it was called?
Drop a drop of blood.
Blood Refining.
With a single thought, the Dark Sky War Armor turned into a flash of silver light over Jiang He's body, and he was wearing it in the next instant.
"Not bad, not bad. The defensive strength of the Quasi Celestial Artifact, the Profound Heavenly Battle Armor is at least a few times stronger than before … It's barely enough to be used."
"That Daemon Fox from the Green Hill Foxes seemed to be wearing a quasi immortal artifact … After I kill it and strengthen its armor, I'll have a defensive immortal artifact to protect me. Who would be able to hurt me then, unless an Immortal personally makes a move?"
The Clear Sky Mirror, on the other hand, was growing on an ancient stone platform.
Jiang He reached out and plucked the Clear Sky Mirror —
"Ding!"
[+ 1,000,000 Farm Points.]
A System Notification jingled in Jiang He's head, and the plain stone pedestal was reduced to ashes in the instant that Jiang He plucked the Clear Sky Mirror.
The "Clear Sky Mirror" that had been strengthened by planting didn't seem to have changed much from its appearance. It was just that the entire mirror surface and body had turned golden.
Inside the lens, the world was vivid and lifelike. The mountains and rivers seemed real.
Clear Sky Mirror
[Tier: inferior-grade immortal artifact]
[Drop a drop of blood for use.]
Drop a drop of blood for refinement.
Jiang He instantly gained a certain understanding of the Clear Sky Mirror's ability. Charging the Clear Sky Mirror, a sheet of sunglow shot out with overwhelming power.
Stunned, Jiang He exclaimed, "Is there such a huge difference between an immortal artifact and a demi-immortal artifact? If the Clear Sky Mirror in the White Brows Daoist's hand was this powerful, I would have been cut down in just a few rays. "
"Moreover …"
Jiang He charged the Clear Sky Mirror again, and the world within the mirror was refracted through the mirror's radiance.
"This world has the power of suppression!"
"Moreover … there seems to be a Grotto-Heaven within the mirror!"
The mirror flashed again, and in the next split second, Dumbo, who had been snoring on the ground, was moved into the world within the mirror. Startled awake, it was utterly terrified when it saw the mountains and rivers around it, but it could not shake the Clear Sky Mirror no matter how it struggled.
Jiang He appeared thoughtful then.
The world within the mirror was refracted and had the power of suppression. Once suppressed, the enemy would be kept inside the mirror, and he would be trapped inside unless he had the ability to break the immortal mirror.
With a thought, Jiang He released Dumbo and thought to himself, 'This mirror world is almost a hundred kilometers wide and slightly larger than Penglai Island. It would be great if I could use it as a base to develop my sect's faction.'
Still, he had no intention of developing his sect.
Instead, he used it for walking his dog, his cat, and his condor …
It was quite suitable.
Putting away the Clear Sky Mirror, Jiang He glanced at the Epiphany Pellet Tree, and could not help feeling a little frustrated.
There was no telling what the three rank-eight spirit pellets had grown out of, but it had only grown two meters tall after four days. It had yet to bear fruit even now, and there was no telling when it would ripen.
"Could this thing be more valuable than the Clear Sky Mirror, an inferior-grade immortal artifact?"
Jiang He walked up and studied the small tree carefully.
Though the tree was just over two meters tall, its trunk was twisted and strong and filled with wrinkles of age, it felt as if it had grown for thousands of years.
Its branches and leaves were sparse.
Jiang He counted and found that there were only 108 leaves on the two-meter-tall tree. The patterns on the leaves were clear, and most importantly, the patterns on all 108 leaves were different, each with a slight difference.
He could not help blanking out after staring at the patterns for several seconds, and his entire being fell into a curious state.
It was over a dozen minutes later that Jiang He jolted out of that state, his face twitching as he asked, "What's going on?"
"That feeling just now …"
"Like epiphany?"
Jiang He hesitated, unsure. After all, he was ashamed to say that he did not know what epiphany was even after cultivating up until now. Jiang He was very envious of such prodigies from the bottom of his heart when he heard that some prodigies often gained epiphany.
Jiang He stared at the leaves again, and soon entered a trance again. This time, he took the initiative to experience it in detail.
"This is not epiphany, but it's not that far off. My body has entered a wondrous state where epiphany becomes extremely easy."
A look of surprise flashed over Jiang He's face at that thought.
He looked at the Epiphany Pellet Tree, and then at the sparse leaves on the tree.
Leaves?
Tea leaves?
Those leaves certainly resembled tea leaves.
Jiang He plucked one and put it in his mouth, chewing it softly. A thick aroma of tea wafted out of his mouth.
"It really is tea leaves … three Epiphany Pellets grew into a tea tree, and it helps one to gain epiphany …"
In that split second, five words appeared in Jiang He's mind — the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment!
According to legend, the Ancient Dao Comprehension Tea Tree was extremely miraculous. Cultivating for two hours beneath the tree was comparable to cultivating outside for a month. Especially its 108 leaves, every single leaf was different, and the Dao aura contained within them was different as well. If one was able to brew tea with the leaves of the Ancient Dao Comprehension Tea Tree, then it could even assist one in comprehending Dao Insights.
Jiang He was a little dumbstruck.
I just want to plant some Epiphany Pellets as snacks. Isn't it a little too much to suddenly plant an Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment?
That was when Jiang He's gaze twitched and he strode out of his farm, looking up at the distant horizon.
A daemonic cloud that spanned over several hundred kilometers was streaking towards Lingzhou City, blocking out the sun.
The daemonic cloud stopped five kilometers away from Jiang He's house, and atop it was the Fox Elite who had exchanged a few blows with Jiang He back at Mount Changbai. Looking down below, he called out sonorously, "Where is Jiang He?"
Jiang He showed a look of surprise.
He had a deep impression of that fellow.
That combat suit he was wearing was a demi-immortal item …
"That dog got away the other day, and now it dares to strut around my house?"
Jiang He quietly took out a Violet Sky Thunder Talisman with a turn of his hand. But just as he was about to capture its aura and blast the dog to death with Violet Sky Thunder, he saw the youthful Fox Elite's gaze burning like a torch as he looked from afar. With a flick of his finger, a red flash shot towards Jiang He.
Jiang He reached out and caught the red flash, and found that it was a red invitation card.
He opened it and glanced at its contents …
Fine!
He could not understand tadpole-like ancient seal script!
But just as Jiang He was about to throw the invitation card away, the daemonic cloud streaked past again and rapidly left. The youthful Fox Elite's voice echoed between heaven and earth —
"Jiang He, the elders of my clan have invited you to the Green Hill Holy Ground for a chat. Do you dare come?"
With that …
A human …
No, it should be a fox.
The Fox was already out of sight, and Jiang He's mouth hung open, a little confused … What did that mean?
The Green Hill Foxes were inviting him to the Green Hill Holy Ground?
Is your way of inviting people so special and straightforward?
"Hold on … and here I was worried about not being able to enter the Green Hill Holy Ground. Doesn't that mean I could swagger inside now?"
Jiang He's face twitched, but he soon frowned.
Could this be a trap?
Were the Green Hill Foxes out of their minds? They were actually inviting him to the Green Hill Holy Ground? Were they not afraid that he would flatten them?
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