To Nie Renkuang, the worst part of the Soul Splitting Technique was definitely the "escape" of the little person that always followed his heart, which repeatedly crushed his fighting spirit and prevented him from performing to his heart's content.
However, to Fang Ning, this was actually the essence of the Soul Splitting Technique.
This was also the real reason why he was interested in this technique.
In any situation, one must first find a reliable way to escape before making other plans.
This was what it meant to be invincible.
What 'fight with your back against the wall', what 'fight with your back against the wall', sorry, Master Fang had nothing to do with these things.
Fang Ning was very sure that as long as he could cultivate the "escape" of this little person, his Dream-Cultivation Technique would definitely be successful.
This was because he had plenty of ways to trick this little person to help him cultivate while he was sleeping …
Otherwise, he would not have chosen to work overtime. He actually had plenty of reasons to reject the System's so-called coercion.
However, he wanted to settle this once and for all. As long as he successfully cultivated the Dream-Cultivation Technique, he could openly sleep in the day and play through the night.
That would be the perfect life …
After Fang Ning worked overtime for two hours, he stood up and wandered around. After wandering for a while, he entered the Draconic Arcane Realm.
Unlike the pitch-black night outside, the Draconic Arcane Realm was always brightly lit due to the existence of the related formations.
The System who was busy catching thieves said in surprise, "So you humans can wander around when you're working overtime?"
Fang Ning said confidently, "I'm inventing right now, not working overtime to write code or make demands. I'm looking for inspiration.
"You have to know that forced overtime will only produce a bunch of garbage programs to cope with demands. It won't produce creative and artistic code."
The System said, "I don't want to know … I just feel like you're slacking off again."
Fang Ning was speechless, "Your tone and attitude are exactly the same as my ex-bosses. They all think the same way, but they always end up with a bunch of garbage programs. You don't want to get a garbage ability, do you? "
The System said uncertainly, "Oh, I see. Then hurry up and look for inspiration."
Fang Ning then continued to wander around confidently.
He had not been here for a long time. The third level of the Draconic Arcane Realm had turned into a sea of herbs and flowers. The fragrance of herbs assailed his nostrils and the flowers were gorgeous. From time to time, there were many butterflies flying back and forth.
Looking at the group of butterflies, Fang Ning thought of an idea. He might as well invite the Spiritual Insects Clan to work for him.
Since they had nothing to do anyway, they came over to help with pollination. This would definitely increase the production of many medicinal herbs. After all, many medicinal herbs bloomed and bore seeds that could be used as medicine.
Then, out of habit, he decided to put this idea aside for now and think about it when he had the time.
At this time, in the sea of medicine and flowers, a group of pixel people were busy.
They were the Whitestone people. When Fang Ning arrived, none of them came up to greet him. Instead, they lowered their heads and continued with their work.
Some were cleaning the weeds in the herb garden, some were tidying up the canal, and some were taking care of the seedlings of the herbs.
Although these Whitestone people looked square, they were very meticulous. Their hands were also very nimble, and they were all old farmers.
They were all long-lived species and had probably farmed for hundreds of years …
Moreover, he knew from Anderson's report that in the Upper Realm, for races like the Whitestone people, farming was actually planting vitality and medicinal herbs.
This was because normal food was useless to them. They were all extraordinary races, not normal creatures.
The Whitestone people were one of the best farmers in the Upper Realm.
No one on Earth could compare to them in terms of work experience, so it was not surprising that many bosses flocked to them. Other than their honest racial talents, many people probably considered this point.
The only fly in the ointment was that they were too honest. They did not even take the initiative to greet their boss when he came.
In this aspect, they could not be compared to Anderson.
Fang Ning did not care. Instead, he nodded. In this group of Whitestone people, he saw himself in the past.
When the boss came for an inspection, they would always lower their heads and work, hoping that the boss would leave quickly. They were completely unlike some of the more quick-witted people who would take the initiative to surround the boss and fight to introduce their work.
From then on, Fang Ning understood a principle. Those who could speak and had a flexible mind would have an advantage in this business society.
However, he did not change his personality, and he was too lazy to change it. After all, he was alone and had nothing to worry about, so he lived his life as he pleased.
'Must honest people suffer losses?'
Fang Ning said, at least not when it came to him.
He liked honest people.
Just like how he always let the clumsy Black Dog take on the most important tasks.
The Dragon God Summoning Phone contained his full trust and deepest love for the Black Dog.
After all, it represented the last chance of survival for him and Sir System.
Anderson did not come to greet him today, not because he was influenced by his surroundings, but because he was leading a team to participate in the spiritually-controlled mech competition, so he really could not take the time to flatter Fang Ning …
Fang Ning glanced at the herbs. All of them were full of vitality and were growing desperately. None of them showed signs of decline. It was obvious that the Whitestone people were not only good at farming, they were also very diligent.
Among the many herbs that they carefully took care of, the one that grew the most vigorously was the old ginseng that Sir System had brought over.
It had just been transplanted into the Draconic Arcane Realm, but Fang Ning could clearly see that it was already one size bigger than when he first saw it.
Its branches were lush and green, and a few of its roots occasionally poked out of the ground. It was as strong as a horned dragon, exuding a strong vitality.
Among the other herbs, it stood out like a crane among chickens. It was so different that people would remember its existence at a glance.
This old ginseng occupied a large herb garden all by itself. Within a hundred meters of it, there was no trace of other herbs, not even a single weed.
There was also a faint aura of dominance, as expected of the "King of Medicine".
Normal ginseng had a high requirement for soil quality, and it absorbed fertility very quickly.
After planting it once, this piece of land could not be planted for a long time, and it would take many years for it to recover.
This vitality ginseng was even more powerful.
Fang Ning read Anderson's report. Among the expenses of Sir System's herb garden project, a lot was spent on this old ginseng.
Most of it was used to purchase various fertilizers to feed it. Otherwise, the fertility of this piece of land and the vitality around it would not be enough for it to grow and absorb.
Otherwise, why would Sir System keep such a tight watch on Fang Ning's little gold vault? It was a bottomless pit with a lot of money going in and out.
Sir System could earn a few hundred million in one go, which seemed like a lot.
However, its expenses were like flowing water 24 hours a day, and even a mountain of gold and silver could not withstand it.
It was not hard to imagine that when Sir System took it from the Truth Department's Land of Heritage, many people must have felt their hearts bleed.
After all, the Truth Department had been maintaining it for ten years, and the investment would only be greater.
Currently, the people taking care of this ginseng were two Whitestone people and Zhao Xin, the former member of the Truth Department's herbalist team.
Zhao Xin was looking down at every leaf and branch, afraid that some insects would appear. After all, it was also known as the "Big Herb Attracts Insects".
Ginseng with such strong medicinal properties was naturally the favorite of all kinds of insects.
If any insects could take a few bites, it would not be a problem for them to give birth to a few local "great green insects".
One of the Whitestone people was surrounded by a yellow light. He seemed to be casting some kind of Earth-type spell, probably to sense the growth of the ginseng's underground roots.
Another Whitestone person was patiently burying different kinds of fertilizer in the ground around the ginseng.
Fang Ning did not say anything, nor did he ask them to stop. He wanted them to tell him about the growth of this ginseng and when it would grow …
He only walked over and looked at the old ginseng quietly.
After a while, the old ginseng suddenly moved. It swayed back and forth in Fang Ning's direction, nodded, bowed, and danced its leaves.
Every leaf exuded a desire to curry favor with him.
Fang Ning was very surprised that the three honest people taking care of it did not know to greet their boss. This old ginseng actually knew how to please him.
Zhao Xin and the two busy Whitestone people saw this and stopped their work. They were also very surprised.
They seemed to have just noticed Fang Ning's arrival. They greeted him in unison, "Good day, Boss."
Fang Ning waved his hand, gesturing them to relax and continue with their work.
The two Whitestone people immediately lowered their heads and continued with their work as if they had been pardoned.
Zhao Xin was slightly better. After all, she was a former member of the Truth Department and had received systematic training.
She came over and explained, "Boss, this old ginseng is very spiritual, and it's going to become sentient soon. I think it's dancing now because it sensed that there's something on you that's attracting it, and it'll be very beneficial to its growth."
Fang Ning thought for a while and then took out a few Dragon Clan Honey-flavored Pills …
As expected, the old ginseng's leaves fluttered in the wind. It even nodded from time to time as if saying "I want to eat it".
"This guy is really going to become a spirit." Fang Ning sighed and placed a pill at the old ginseng's feet.
After a while, he saw two thick ginseng roots quietly burrow out of the soil and drag the white pill into the soil. It disappeared in a moment.
After that, the old ginseng finally calmed down. Its leaves shrunk and stopped swaying, as if it was digesting the pill.
Suddenly, an old man interrupted and boasted, "Mr. Rich Boss, do you think this old ginseng I'm raising is awesome?"
Fang Ning shook his head and said, "No."
The System said, "… I don't understand."
Fang Ning was speechless and said, "It's really awesome based on its current quick-wittedness. If it officially becomes sentient, then it'll be even more limitless. After all, there are many bosses who like smart people. "
The System took the opportunity to say, "It has such a bright future, but it's consuming a lot. One herb is equivalent to the cost of all the other herbs in the herb garden. Mr. Rich Boss, lend me some more money …"
Fang Ning was speechless. "I just lent it to you for a short while, and you're already thinking about it? Do I still have a lot of money in my account? Not a lot, not a lot. "
The System said, "You don't have any money in your account right now, but when Anderson and Lei Tian finish this season's spiritually-controlled mech competition, the prize money will fly over like goose feathers."
Fang Ning rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, it'll fly over like goose feathers, then turn into water and flow back to you, right?"
The System said, "You know me best, Mr. Rich Boss."
Fang Ning's expression suddenly turned serious and his body shook. He said, "I have an inspiration now. Don't disturb me, I need to go back and work overtime. I'll definitely succeed this time."
The System said angrily, "Just say it if you don't want to borrow money, don't find excuses like this …"
Fang Ning ignored it and hurriedly returned to the System Cyber Cafe. He started typing rapidly with a look that said, "I'm busy, don't talk to me."
He was not trying to fool the idiot, he really did have an inspiration.
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