Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Chapter 66: Cheng Dongfeng Leaves Seclusion

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jiang He had considered even cooler special effects, such as cutting a location hundreds or thousands of meters away. Still, his farm’s level was too low for him to plant cultivation manuals of such level for now.

Hence, he simply dug a hole and threw the [Ninefold Thunderblade] inside.

Then, he turned on the System Shop and redeemed another pellet of composite fertilizer, and poured it in along with the remaining half pack of Mysterious Soil.

When he took out his phone for a look, he realized that it was already past two in the morning.

“With the Mysterious Soil, the Ninefold Thunderblade could grow into an elite martial art, and it would probably be two hours before I harvest it... I’ll sleep first, and collect it tomorrow morning.”

He then glanced towards the money-growing tree, which stood at the height of an average person.

Hundred-dollar bills were growing out of the branches.

It seemed that it had been some time since he harvested some money.

Nonetheless, the important thing here was that harvesting money no longer awarded him Farm Points, and Jiang He immediately became disinterested.

He calculated the numbers.

It would take him probably a second to pluck a single note, and a hundred bills meant 100 seconds. Being an orderly person, he also had the habit of counting them after he finished harvesting... and it altogether meant at least three minutes.

“Anything I plant in under three minutes now is worth over ten thousand bucks anyway. Forget it, I’ll just leave it there for the scenery.”

Jiang He hence glanced towards the grave in his yard.

Having filled their stomachs, Dumbo and Trumbo were sleeping over atop of it, but did not find any sprout growing out of the grave itself.

In fact, planting Ferals had its limits too.

Jiang He failed in a previous attempt to grow a rank-six Feral Wolf, and his hunch was that it had to do with his farm’s level. For example, the corpse from which he grew Trumbo from was a rank-one Feral, and it was only thanks to him adding Mysterious Soil that he had managed to grow a strengthened Three-Tails Demon Cat.

“But is that because my farm is incapable of growing humans, or is the farm level lower than the B-class water-type Awakened?”

He had no clue even after thinking about it half a day.

In the end, such matters had to be discovered through practical experiments. But surely he couldn’t run off to murder a martial artist who was rank-three or below to do that now, could he?

Hence, he got into his sports car.

At his thought, the seat slowly lowered, evening out into a small bed.

It just felt so technological.

As Jiang He lay on it, all he felt was a softness and immeasurable comfort. He could not help whistling, “It doesn’t feel as hard as I imagined. Sleeping in a sports car like this one is quite awesome.”

Soon, he reached dreamland.

A smile showed on his face, and there was certainly no telling what horrific nightmare he dreamt of.

***

Meanwhile.

Ningdong Mines, Eastward of Lingzhou City.

Faint fiery light could be seen from an abandoned mining cave.

The Tranquil Heavenly General was eating some tough compressed food, his usually sinister face now sporting a forbidding look.

A fat man sat opposite him.

Of course, fatness was relative—this man was actually skinny compared to Pudgy Jiang, and 199 catties at best.

Moreover, there was a grin that never faded from his face, and he looked like one of those men hiding dark schemes behind a broad smile.

But despite the smile, his tone was irritable and he exclaimed in irritation, “Could you shut up, Tranquil? You messed up the Holy See’s plans, and you even had me cover for you...”

“And can’t you hold back your Frost True Qi a little? It’s so cold in here!”

The thick northwestern accent echoed in the mining cave.

The Tranquil Heavenly General frowned and said, “What was the Holy See’s instructions to you before you came, Earth Demon?”

“Where’s your head at?”

The fat man smiled and said, “Who is the Holy See, and could you or I meet him more than a handful of times in a year? Still, the Sentinel of the Right did mention when I came that most of the Holy Faith’s elites are out of the country for the moment. However, he would divert manpower to us as soon he could, and even send a Grand here to back us up.”

Glaring at the Tranquil Heavenly General, the fat man lazily leaned towards the fire. “That is why we are shall stay in a cycle between eating and sleeping, and the occasional reconnaissance.”

“No!”

Tranquil Heavenly General gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until it cracked loudly. “Jiang He has to die!”

He hence rose and started out of the mining cave.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll contact HQ and have them investigate Jiang He!”

The Tranquil Heavenly General hence bounded out of the cave, whipping out his satellite phone.

It is the age of information now, and their ‘Holy Faith’ was advancing with the times, grooming tech-savvy individuals amongst their followers and even establishing their state-of-art experimental installations. They had even kidnapped scientific researchers, hypnotizing and brainwashing them—would it not be a simple matter to have them investigate a person with a known name?

***

Late night.

The icy autumn rain was still drizzling outside.

In a certain room at the Martial Arts Department of Lingzhou City, Su Ze was jolted awake from his slumber.

He opened the light and touched his own body, only breathing a long sigh of relief then. “Guess it’s just a dream,” he mumbled. “To think that Jiang He would pin me... I mean, to think that I could pin Jiang He down and punch him into the dirt!”

Boom!

Su Ze’s face dropped abruptly.

He could feel the whole tower shaking.

Then, an arrogant laughter resounded.

“Haha! I, Chen Dongfeng had finally reached the realm of grandmasters!”

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