Still, Jiang He had considered even cooler special effects such as a hundred-meter or thousand-meter slash, but his farm level was too low and he could not plant such a high-level cultivation manual for the time being.
He dug a hole and threw the [Ninefold Thunder Blade] into it.
Turning on the System Shop, Jiang He redeemed a compound fertilizer and poured everything inside along with the remaining half-pack of Mysterious Soil.
He took out his phone and glanced at it.
It was already past two in the morning.
"I've added Mysterious Soil, so the Ninefold Thunderblade would most likely be a high-grade martial art. It would probably take two hours for it to ripen and harvest … I'll go to sleep and harvest it tomorrow morning."
Jiang He glanced at the money tree.
The branches of the tree that were as tall as a person were filled with hundred-dollar bills.
It seemed that it had been a few days since he harvested RMB.
Most importantly, harvesting RMB no longer yielded Farm Points after his farm leveled up, and Jiang He promptly lost interest.
He did the math.
Since it would take a second to pluck a single bill, it would take a hundred seconds to pluck a hundred bills. After that, he would have to count and tidy them out of habit … which would take at least three minutes.
"In those three minutes, anything I plant would cost more than ten thousand dollars. Whatever. I'll treat this money tree as a scenic tree."
He then glanced at the grave in the yard.
Both Dumbo and Trumbo had eaten their fill and were sleeping on top of the grave, and did not see any sprouting at all.
As a matter of fact, there was a limit to planting Ferals.
Jiang He had tried to plant a rank-six Feral Wolf before but failed. Jiang He guessed that it had something to do with his farm level. For example, when he planted Trumbo, its corpse was a rank-one Feral, and it was only because he added Mysterious Soil that it grew into a three-tailed Feral Cat.
"Is it because my farm can't plant humans at the moment, or is my farm level lower than the B-class water-type Awakened?"
He had no clue even after thinking for half a day.
He had to put it into practice to discover the truth. Surely, he could not run out and kill a rank-three martial artist or Awakened to experiment, could he?
Hence, he went to his sports car.
With a thought, the seat slowly lowered and flattened, turning into a small bed that appeared very technologically advanced.
Jiang He lay on it, feeling soft and immeasurably comfortable, and could not help sighing. "It's not as hard as I imagined. It's quite nice to sleep in a sports car like this."
Soon, he entered dreamland.
A smile appeared on his face. It was unknown what kind of terrifying nightmare he had.
At the same time,
East of Lingzhou City, at the Ningdong Mines. There was a faint glow of fire coming from an abandoned mine.
Even as the Tranquil Heavenly General munched on the hard, compressed food, his already gloomy face filled with hostility.
A fat man sat opposite him.
Of course, calling him fat depended on who he was compared to. His body was much smaller than Pudgy Jiang's, and he was estimated to be around 199 kilograms.
There was a smile on his face the entire time. It was as if he was a tiger with a big smile.
There was a smile on his face, but there was a hint of irritation in his tone as he said impatiently, "Tranquil Heavenly General, can you stop babbling? You messed up The Lord's mission, and now you want me to be your scapegoat … "
"Also, can you f * cking restrain your True Qi? It's so cold! "
A thick northeastern accent reverberated in the mine.
The Tranquil Heavenly General frowned. "Did the Saint say anything before you came, Earth Demon?"
"What are you thinking?"
The fat man grinned. "Who do you think the Saint is? How many times do you and I see each other in a year? Still, the Sentinel of the Right did mention that most of the Holy Faith's elites are outside the country, but he would send a Gran to aid us as soon as he could. "
Glaring at the Tranquil Heavenly General, the fat man lazily leaned towards the fire, saying, "So, what we have to do now is eat, sleep, sleep, eat, and find time to gather information."
"No way!"
The Tranquil Heavenly General clenched his fists until they cracked, seething through clenched teeth. "Jiang He must die!"
Rising to his feet, he headed out of the mine.
"What are we doing?"
"Contact HQ and have them investigate Jiang He!"
The Tranquil Heavenly General flew out of the mine and whipped out his satellite phone.
It was now the age of information, and the Sky Sage Faith was advancing with the times. There was no lack of high-tech talents among their believers, and they even had their own high-tech research base. Moreover, they had captured a large number of researchers, hypnotized and brainwashed them. Was it not a simple matter to have them investigate the identity of a person they knew?
…
Late at night.
Outside, the cold autumn rain was still pitter-patter.
In a certain room at the Lingzhou City Martial Arts Department (MAD), Su Ze was jolted awake from his sleep.
He turned on the light, touched his body and breathed a long sigh of relief, muttering, "Luckily, it was just a dream. I dreamed that Jiang He was pinning me down … and I was pinning him down and pummeling him!"
Boom!
Suddenly, Su Ze's expression changed.
He could feel the entire building shaking.
A burst of arrogant laughter rang out.
"Haha! I, Cheng Dongfeng, have finally ascended to grandmaster!"
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