Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Chapter 446: Just A Flesh Wound

Things were cleared up now that everything was out in the open.

It was only then that Jiang He realized... there was no resurgence for the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance.

It was all just a misunderstanding.

Breathing a long sigh, Jiang He relaxed considerably and smiled. “This is good... if the Alliance really were coming back, it would be so worrying that I couldn’t sleep again.”

Lü Dongbin laughed out loud, “Since you could repel the legion of the Alliance all by yourself, not even Grand Luo would match your strength. The Alliance would not be a match for you even if they returned.”

“That might not be certain.”

Jiang He said, humbling himself, “I’m just a Golden Immortal who has cultivated less than a year. If there were dozens of other Golden Immortals at the level of the White Sky God King and Modolo trying to surround and kill me while wielding various paragon treasures, I could hardly fend for myself.”

Both Lü Dongbin and the other Golden Immortals was left unsure what to say just then.

Still, Lü Dongbin managed to muster an awkward but polite smile while quietly saying, “You might not be aware, Brother Jiang He, but Golden Immortals like White Sky God King and Modolo... are not more than a handful even across worlds.”

“For real?”

Jiang He appeared doubtful as he exclaimed in shock. “That’s a little different from what I’ve imagined... both the White Sky God King and Modolo were already the extremes examples of Golden Immortals across worlds?”

He shook his head, a rather lonely expression appearing on his face then.

Inviting Jiang He to take a seat, Lü Dongbin blissfully raised his goblet and chugged three fillings of wine, before pouring Jiang He some, “Brother Jiang He, allowed me to raise a toast in your honor for protecting our homeworld.”

“You are too kind, Elder Lü. Earth is my homeworld too, not to mention that fighting the legion of the Alliance is a mere afterthought and doesn’t amount to much.”

Jiang He waved him off with a nonchalant look.

Previously, Lü Dongbin had carefreely accepted Jiang He addressing him as Elder, but he now promptly refused and said, “There is no seniority in the path of Dao. Brother Jiang He, since you are a full-fledged Golden Immortal and your strength is above mine, you and I should address each other as fellow brothers.”

Hence, the banquet that the Taixu Sect held in honor of the returning immortals became a feast for celebration.

As everyone ate and drank their fill, immortal ladies and immortal swordsman entertained the guest with their sword dances, making it extraordinarily lively. Many immortals approached Jiang He, pouring him drinks, while ravishing immortal maidens brought took out their jade charms to exchange spiritual marks with him.

Naturally, Jiang He turned them down.

An exchange of spirit marks on the other person’s communications jade charm meant that they could get in touch even from across thousands of miles away... how was that different to adding them on WeChat?

And would the woman be a prim and honest one if she asked for your WeChat upon meeting?

After a long conversation, a thought struck Jiang He and he turned to Lü Dongbin, smiling as he asked, “Brother Pure Yang, I heard that multitudinous races often slaughtered each other on the celestial battlefield?”

“That’s right.”

Lü Dongbin gave him a simple explanation about the celestial battlefield then.

Humans were strong with the backing of the Six Holies and many superior beings, but the situation at the celestial battlefield was not exactly ideal, since they had to fight many other races led by the God race and Demon Race.

Jiang He was not bothered about that, however, and focused on what he needed.

He pressed, “Brother Pure Yang, since you had been on the battlefield and done battle with Gods and Demons, do you know if you could harvest the corpses of their Heavenly Immortals?”

Lü Dongbin shook his head in reply. “Though I had killed many of their kind, I cannot enter the battlefield of the Heavenly Immortals.”

Beneath them, a Heavenly Immortal rose and said, “I have the corpse of a Heavenly Immortal Demon, Lord Jiang He.”

That Heavenly Immortal appeared middle-aged and he approached Jiang He, waving to take out a rather mangled body. “This is a Demon whom I had slain thirty years ago in the battlefield of Heavenly Immortals. I had been wounded lightly at the time as well, and returned here to our homeworld when I recovered. That was why I have yet to claim military merits with this corpse, but you may take this if you need it, my lord.”

The corpse was still wearing a broken set of armor, but it had the distinct attributes of a Demon: pitch-black skin, faint Demonic Qi swirling around its body, and a weak strand of Demonic Might even though it had been dead for thirty years.

Naturally, that level of pressure was nothing to the other immortals present.

All at once, around eight more immortals stood up, bringing out either Demon or God corpses that they had collected.

There were even Golden Immortal and True Immortals who had brought their own God or Demon corpses of the same tier.

After all, they had all fought on the celestial battlefield—mainly against the Gods and Demons, which was reasonable that they would have corpses of both races.

With those corpses, Jiang He could level up his Farm. Even if he had enough of those to do so, he bought everything since the immortals had given them to him.

Smiling, Jiang He said, “I’m not sure how much these corpses would cost, so everyone should call a price, and I’ll buy off every corpse from your hands.”

The immortals, however, offered to give it to Jiang He for free without taking a single piece of immortal crystal.

Naturally, Jiang He did not agree to that.

He did not like owing favors, not to mention that these immortals had collected those corpses from the celestial battlefield by putting their lives on the line.

“Well... I won’t ask about the specific prices, so let’s trade them instead.”

Nonchalantly taking out eight superior-grade and premium-grade immortal items, he said, “I’ll exchange one superior-grade immortal item for one True Immortal god or demon corpse, and a premium-grade immortal item for a Golden Immortal corpse... alright, stop refusing me. I have all the immortal items I need and hoarding them do me no good. Moreover, I’m a master item refinist and several premium-grade immortal items could be crafted in minutes.”

Everyone was left stunned once more.

Even the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist, who was more familiar with Jiang He in comparison, appeared taken aback.

“Mister Jiang... you could craft premium-grade immortal items?”

“Of course.”

Jiang He replied earnestly, “I could do that even when I was Mahayana-tier, and I certainly could still do it now that I am Golden Immortal.

Then, feeling some explanation was necessary as the many immortals gave him weird looks, he added, “Actually, this has something to do with the item refinement method I created myself... I had already mastered it, and after my cultivation improved, I could naturally craft stronger weapons.”

Some immortals who were learned at item refinement stared at Jiang He...

What the hell!

What tall tale are you selling?

Jiang He, however, ignored that.

Having received the immortal corpses of the God and Demon races, he was in a good mood and left the Taixu Sect after bidding the immortals farewell.

It was now already the dawn of the next day.

The skies were just brightening out there.

The brilliant red sun was rising from the eastern horizon.

After a look at the sun, Jiang He could not help thinking to himself, “The Sun is a star, and therefore countless times larger in size and mass compared to the Black Demon Star. It is still a pipe dream to blow up a star with my current powers... unless I could ascend as a Grand Luo.”

For a Grand Luo, it was no hardship to move planets with one’s strength.

“That being said, there is no hurry to ascend as a Grand Luo for now... I need to plant the treasures such as the immortal crystals I have on hand. After earning a load of Farm Points, I shall increase my Farm Level to seven, and only then should I consider ascension to Grand Luo.”

At the moment, Earth was at peace.

He had routed the legion of the Alliance and the planet is now defended by powerful Golden Immortals such as Lü Dongbin.

Jiang He could not help wanting to goof off once more...

After all, working day and night to farm was too difficult.

“Yes, I should plan out my schedule so that I could sleep my fill before going out to farm... I just have to ensure that I farm for around three to four hours each day.”

Whoosh!

Turning into a streaking sword light, he returned home soon enough.

He had just entered in house when an off-road vehicle approached, with both Secretary Zhou and Cheng Dongfeng alighting.

There was a hint of fatigue on Secretary Zhou’s face.

As Jiang He emerged, Secretary Zhou offered a fist-palm salute and cut to the chase. “Mister Jiang, I have come to you today to asked for your help.”

“Please, do something to save Minister Wang...”

“Eh?”

Completely confused, Jiang He asked, “What’s happened to Minister Wang?”

“Since he returned, he was heavily injured and bedridden until now...”

“...”

Jiang He appeared even more shocked at that. “How could this be? He is just a little overfatigued in spirit. I experience that often and it is just a minor injury, a good night’s sleep and he would be fine...”

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