Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Chapter 281: Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud

Even as Jiang He complained, the sudden ‘snikt’ of a sword sounded as a blue Sword Qi shot out from beneath the ground, covering the entire farm.

At that very moment, the other three soul swords hummed gently as if fearing that blue Sword Qi, and even the radiance of their edges dulled considerably.

Jiang He turned to look and found that a blue sword radiance slowly growing out of the ground right beside him.

The wooden sword had taken root and was sprouting!

Jiang He’s face twitched as he looked closely. He saw that the seemingly plain and ordinary wooden sword was now glimmering with a faint blue sword light throughout. Even the markings upon it that resembled tree rings were now flickering.

Drawn to the brilliance shining off the wooden rings, Jiang He was left in a trance even as he looked.

When he finally came to his senses, he found...

“Huh?”

“Is that... wood will?”

Jiang He was stunned. He had merely been staring at the wooden markings for just a dozen seconds and yet, he had managed to grasp wooden will already. It was simply unbelievable, though he found it reasonable after some thought.

He had been farming everyday and interacting with his crops, so would it not make sense that he grasped wood will?

Of course, the primary reason was the wooden markings on the sword.

Those natural patterns seemed to contain a distinct character to it and appeared no different from describing a profound truth as its radiance glimmered.

Nonetheless, the swords were not ‘ripe’ though the new batch of Doom Shrooms could be harvested now. As such, Jiang He went off to get them before turning around, finding that the first item he planted—the black daemonic weapon—had already stopped growing.

He walked a few steps ahead, arriving before the daemonic weapon as he reached out and grasped, drawing it out from amidst its faint sword radiance.

[Ding!]

[+10,000 Farm Points.]

The pitch-black longsword that exuded a cold, sinister qi hovered atop Jiang He’s hand, its pale glint making it appear as a hair-raising sight. Stunned, Jiang He mumbled in surprise, “Is that...poison light?”

“Why does that poison light look shinier than when the water serpent stabbed me with it? Could its poison light have become more potent?”

“All I wanted was to plant a soul weapon... his ridiculous farm! Upgrading the flying sword to a premium soul weapon is completely enough, why would you strengthen its poison too?”

Jiang He scowled and was at a loss for words.

I, Jiang He, had always been straight and honest. Why would I resort to poison?

Moreover, the poison is not that powerful—three Bezoar Detox Pills down the stomach and problem solved.

What Jiang He did not know, however, was that the water serpent was among the most poisonous of creatures. After incessant cultivation and evolving, its venom had strengthened further, and being one of the strongest Feral Emperors, even True Child cultivators would have to keep their distance.

It had spent seven years using its own venom sac to refine the sword and maximize the toxin of the superior-grade daemonic weapon. Without a high-grade antidote pellet, True Child cultivators struck by that sword would promptly be poisoned, losing their mana and dropping considerably in combat ability. In serious cases, they would be maimed or die as their True Child cultivation dissolved.

But now that the farm had strengthened it, it was so poisonous that even a full-fledged True Child cultivator would not survive it and Yuan Spirit cultivators would be affected considerably as well.

As Jiang He stared at the sword, a batch of data popped up.

[Sunflower Water Sword]

[Grade: Premium soul weapon]

[Sacrifice a drop of blood to use.]

“Another premium-grade flying sword with the water attribute?”

Jiang He shook his head. He already had the Autumn Water Sword—that said, it was the more the better when it comes to premium-grade flying swords, and no one would complain about having too many. After all, in the Era of Qi Refinists 2,000 years ago, a premium-grade soul weapon was extremely precious and even full-fledged Yuan Spirit cultivators wielded it.

Even with the Sky Demon Cult’s Saint being royalty among the sky demons, the crescent blade that she wielded was only superior-grade.

After that, Jiang He turned towards the Heptaurum Sword that was breathing golden Sword Qi.

He reached out to plucked the full-golden sword that floated within the sword light...

[Ding!]

[+10,000 Farm Points.]

A System Notification jingled in his head. As Jiang He focused his gaze, a batch of data appeared before his eyes.

[Esoteric Golden Sword]

[Grade: Premium Soul Weapon]

[Sacrifice a drop of blood to use.]

Delight showed on Jiang He’s face. This was the fourth premium-grade flying sword now, and most importantly, it was one with the metal attribute. Counting in the sage weapon, he would have flying swords of all four elements—metal, wood, water, and fire, and an additional premium-grade flying sword of the soul weapon. Add one more earth-attribute premium-grade flying sword to the mix and he would be able to cast the Sword Array of Five Elements and Six Pulses.

Jiang He even estimated that should he really learn it, it would not be a problem for him to turn the tables against a Yuan Spirit cultivator with his Golden Pellet abilities.

“Hmmm...”

“Still, turning the tables against a Yuan Spirit is still a little low...I could achieve the same end if I cultivate the Twenty-Three Swords on top of that with much less effort!”

The Twenty-Three Swords specialized in cutting down Yuan Spirits after all.

Meanwhile, Jiang He estimated that it would take over two hours to reap the wooden sword since it was a sage weapon and grew much slower than the other swords. Hence, he promptly took out the ‘little bell’ that he had dented with a turn of his hand.

He learned from the Dragoncroc Emperor that it was called the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud.

Clearly...

It was another mystic treasure, fashioned in imitation of another natural soul treasure.

Legend had it the there were twelve golden immortals ranking beneath the founders of the Sect of Enlightenment. Of the twelve, the True Habitant of Taiyi possessed a mystic treasure known as the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud, which he had restrained and burned the Rocky Empress with.

Be that as it may, Jiang He was a little let down as he fiddled around with the little bell. Sighing softly, he said, “Such a shame. My farm has limitations and any crops planted cannot be replanted as a seed. Otherwise, I would’ve planted this thing dozens or even hundreds of times and I just might restore it to its natural soul treasure grade in the myth, making it comparable to the genuine Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud.”

Of course, he could only fantasize about it inwardly.

Hence, Jiang He personally dug a hole in the ground to plant the dented counterfeit Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud.

He was just finished when he heard a noise from another corner of the farm. Trumbo, the Golden Eaglets, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers were suddenly fighting.

Jiang He looked out to find that all of them were actually standing on one side as they denounced Dumbo together, who was laughing coolly as it stood on two feet, adjusting its baggy pants as it spoke coolly, “What a bunch of fools. You lot are actually coming together to fight daddy? Don’t you know who Master values most?”

Hah!

Jiang He could not help sneering.

What a bunch of fools...

It was as if Dumbo was driving a car and slamming into the faces of Trumbo, the Golden Eaglets, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers.

In the meantime, Jiang He had brought out a small stool and grabbed a pinch of sunflowers to start munching on.

It was such a shame he had no watermelons or he could munch on it while he enjoyed the show.

Still, Jiang He was forced to speak out after watching for several minutes as that doggone crowd looked like they were ready to fight.

“What’s going on?”

When he called Dumbo to him with a frown, the dog’s face appeared utterly miserable and tearful. It dropped down to its knees at Jiang He’s feet, crying, “Master, please defend my honor...those doggone things are blaming me for stashing Orirocks...”

“Eh?”

While Jiang He was left puzzled, it continued, “I didn’t stash anything! I shared every Orirock that Master gave us for cultivation, giving everyone an equal share of fifty Orirocks—nothing more, nothing less.”

Jiang He was left speechless.

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