Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm Chapter 360

Jiang He's mind kicked into gear right then.

Catching Feral Kings outside the country?

How troublesome would that be!

All he had to do was pressure the two daemons before him and have them lend him some.

Still, before Jiang He could attack, the well-built Mahayana daemon cultivator had slapped the young two-horned daemon cultivator on the back of his head to make him kneel, while barking angrily, “Trash, why aren't you on your news?”

Slap!

That palm had landed squarely and powerfully, and the tremendous force cracked and quaked the ground beneath the young daemon's knees, with fissures that stretched over several miles beneath its knee cap!

Jiang He was dumbstruck.

He was actually left taken aback by that move.

Did the kid's skull break?

In fact, the young daemon cultivator was left dumbfounded by that slap, although it quickly came to its senses and kowtowed, begging for mercy. “Lord Jiang He, please show your magnanimity to spare my life… Back then, I had misjudged things, which was why I taught the Dragoncroc Emperor daemon cultivation techniques.”

“I had certainly been very blind that I would send a Yuan Spirit Clone to protect the Dragoncroc Emperor…”

Beside him, the huge Mahayana daemon cultivator was smiling apologetically. “Brother Jiang He…”

He quickly switched gears when he saw the irritation on Jiang He's face and said, “It was my fault for slumbering in seclusion and not teaching my son, Lord Jiang He, that he would pay you such insult. I would not complain no matter how you punish or hit him—I just hope that you could spare his life.”

With that, he shoved his foot on the kneeling daemon cultivator, knocking him into the dirt while scolding, “You little wretch! What have I told you before I confined myself?”

The young daemon cultivator started bawling at that, repetitively begging for mercy as he kept exclaiming stuff like 'It's all my fault, father' or 'Mercy, Lord Jiang He'…

On the other hand, Jiang He was scowling.

What the hell…

Which race of daemon cultivator were these guys from?

They were actually using the suffering strategy?

And why did it feel as if a classmate sharing the same table had done something wrong, and his father had slapped him in front of the teacher?

Still, Jiang He was a kind-hearted person who could not bear to see such tearful sights. As such, his expression turned cold as he exclaimed in irritation, “Shut it! Cry some more and I'll wipe out your whole clan!”

One must say that Jiang He's words held great threat.

The young daemon cultivator promptly pursed his lips and stopped crying, whereas the Mahayana daemon cultivator was also trembling in fear, afraid to even breathe too loudly.

On the other hand, Jiang He simply took out a wooden stool and placed it on the ground.

As he plonked himself grandly on it, he looked between father and son, eventually settling on the young daemon cultivator and said flatly, “I remember you. Back then, the Dragoncroc Emperor and the Sky Demon Cult's Saint had made an agreement in secret to kill me. You had even tried to stop me with your Yuan Spirit clone when I went to Shennongjia to demand an explanation from the Dragoncroc Emperor.”

“I was just thinking a few days ago that I should make time to visit Shennongjia again and have a nice discussion with you lot. Well, my effort is spared now that you're all here.”

The teeth of the young daemon cultivator wearing a brocade was chafing as he struggled to compose himself and not keel over.

There was no helping it after all.

The one before him was an actual fiend, a great demon lord.

In just half a month, he had wiped out the Penglai Sect and beat up the Mahayana foxes of Mount Changbai, even forcing the latter to kill the Green Fox King as well as announcing that they would seal the mountain.

But the most horrific of his deeds had to be the battle just now.

The Green Hill Foxes were all wiped out!

If Jiang He had really come to his clan with a grudge, how were they even supposed to stop him?

Meanwhile, that Mahayana daemon cultivator breathed an inward sigh of relief and quickly presented Jiang He with a Spatial Ring, saying, “Lord Jiang He, this is a little gift from our clan. I hope you will accept it.”

Jiang He took the ring, and noticed that there were many treasures inside after he studied it with his spirit.

There were 5,000 mediocre-grade spirit stones and superior-grade spirit stones, along with a premium-grade sage item and a demi-immortal item.

Moreover, the demi-immortal item was a sword.

It seemed that these daemon cultivators' Holy Grounds were quite rich and able to give out a demi-immortal sword. After all, even the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's best item was the Dragon Abyss Sword—a demi-immortal weapon.

Jiang He put away the Spatial Ring with a faint smile on his face, but he flatly said, “What is your clan? You're quite competent.”

Slap!

Just as he spoke, the Mahayana daemon cultivator smacked his son on the back of his head again and scolded, “Moron! Why aren't you showing your true form to Lord Jiang He?”

With that, the young daemon cultivator changed instantly into a thousand-feet long scale dragon that took to the skies.

It soared several laps around the air before landing and assuming human form again.

Jiang He did a double take.

What the hell!

Scale dragon?

The daemon cultivators of Shennongjia were a clan of scale dragons?

Still, he soon composed himself. Since mythical stuff like the Green Hill Foxes proved true, it was logical that a scale dragon would pop up as well. In fact, the four palaces of the sea dragons might show up too.

After asking a little about the scale dragons, he learned that the Mahayana daemon cultivator's name was the Green Scale Dragon King.

It was actually a clan secret that must not be known to any outsider, but the Green Scale Dragon King certainly did not dare to withhold anything from Jiang He, and told him everything about the scale dragons at present.

They were certainly not a weak clan—when it comes to daemon cultivators, they had five Mahayanas, over twenty Sufferances and over a hundred Convergences, along with almost a thousand Yuan Spirits… One must say that compared to immortal sects or demonic sects and daemon cultivators were more numerous.

The chief reason was because the daemons were able to procreate and produce offspring.

Even for scale dragons, where only one of them was born after almost decades or centuries, their two-thousand-year history was certainly long. On the other hand, human cultivators could not achieve such things—leaving aside whether they were compatible enough, there was a huge inequality in numbers between men and women when it comes to cultivators.

For example, Jiang He only saw Cloudy Sky Fairy Child throughout the Penglai Sect.

“The Green Scale Dragon King …”

Jiang He muttered then, as he found that name unusually familiar—was it not the one Wang Hou had killed outside Jiangnan City Base, which ranked among the most powerful serpentine Ferals?

Of course, that other Green Scale Dragon King's title was self-proclaimed.

He was merely a snake that had evolved and mutated after the Revival of Qi, whereas the one in front of Jiang He now was a real scale dragon.

“Since you scale dragons are that sincere, I won't continue bickering with your clan.”

Jiang He said flatly at that, “Of course—and these are all the prerequisites—that would depend on you scale dragons obeying the law and keeping your act together. Now that the immortal sects, demonic sects and daemon cultivators are all revealing themselves and many elites among the commoners have stepped up, if I learn of any person or daemon breaking the rules of us commoners, murdering and devouring humans, I, Jiang He, might pay your clan a visit.”

“No, we would never,” Green Scale Dragon King quickly said.

Jiang He waved him away impatiently, gesturing for the Green Scale Dragon King and his son to leave.

Though the Green Scale Dragon King appeared utterly reverent when it said, “Farewell, mister Jiang He”, he was beside himself with joy…

They were alive!

He took his son along as he took to the skies and left rapidly, and only slowed down when they were around two hundred kilometers away. Still, his face suddenly fell as he promptly looked back to find a Sword Qi cutting an arc through the horizon, chasing after them.

“Father, could Jiang He be going back on his word?” that young brocade-wearing daemon cultivator muttered then.

On the other hand, the Green Scale Dragon King was sweating in fright, and fled away while dragging his son along—in fact, it ran over two hundred and fifty kilometers in a single breath until Jiang He caught up.

Scowling, Jiang He barked, “Why are you running, dog? I just wanted to borrow something from you and not cut you down. Do you have to be that spooked?”

Even so, both the Green Scale Dragon King and his son were trembling.

Still, Jiang He continued, “Do you have Feral King at your Holy Grounds… Hmm, the ones that have just condensed their Daemonic Pellets?”

“What?”

“Just one?”

“Well, Feral Emperor would work too.”

Would the Green Scale Dragon King dare to refuse? He promptly agreed to it—whether a lesser daemon lived or died was certainly more ideal than having all scale dragons wiped out, was it not?

Jiang He nodded in satisfaction and said, “Alright, then I'm coming with you to get the little daemons.”

“No!”

The Green Scale Dragon King cried out in shock, but quickly added, “How could we have you take on such a long trip, Lord Jiang He? I'll personally bring the daemons to your house once returned to my clan's Holy Grounds—would that work?”

Jiang He appeared content and nodded before leaving in a long arc of Sword Qi.

On the other hand, the Green Scale Dragon King was sweating all over his forehead…

It was so scary!

That fiend actually wants to visit the Holy Grounds of us scale dragons?

What if he really did go and his displeasure was incurred, in turn wiping out the entire clan of scale dragons?

He promptly returned to Shennongjia and entered the Holy Grounds of his clan, picking two young scale dragons with slightly impure bloodlines and who had committed some mistakes before… one of them had just condensed their Daemonic Pellet while the other was a True Child, which made them equal to Feral Emperors.

After that, the Green Scale Dragon King brought the two little scale dragons to Jiang He's house without delay.

Jiang He kept both scale dragons restrained inside his Clear Sky Mirror and thanked the Green Scale Dragon King, saying, “Don't worry. If this doesn't kill them, they would be returned to your clan.”

After seeing the Green Scale Dragon King off, Jiang He headed straight to the underground base of the Superpower Research Department to meet Elder Mu.

“I'm really sorry, Elder Mu. I've had my hands full lately that I didn't have any time to spare at all. That is why my promise of catching Feral Kings were delayed.”

The Superpower Research Department was filled with researchers focused on their work. Since they did not pay much attention to what happened outside, they really were not aware of Jiang He's recent grand feats.

One lady professor smiled then. “You're being kind, Mister Jiang. It's already extremely difficult to capture one Feral King alive and not getting it is fine. We could try to see if we could tame rank-nine Ferals instead, and then groom them into Feral Kings—that would help with the progress of developing the initiation pellets regardless.”

“How troublesome would that be?”

Jiang He took out his Clear Sky Mirror. With a charge of mystic energy and a flash of twilight radiance, the two scale dragons restrained inside the Cleary Sky Mirror were released.

In a split second, two fearsome auras extended in the Superpower Research Department.

One of the scale dragons was green while the other was silver. The former was a Feral Emperor and more than three hundred feet long, while the silver one was a Feral King and almost reaching three hundred feet in length too.

However, despite the vastness of the underground base, their appearance almost filled the research center to the brim.

Furious, Jiang He slapped at them and barked in rage, “Why would you assume such massive forms? Shrink yourselves, right now… by the way, have you made the cages? Bring those over and I'll have them get inside themselves.”

Meanwhile, the jaw of every personnel in the Superpower Research Department dropped.

The female professor's eyes widened and she could not help exclaiming, “Dragon?”

“Jiang He, you captured two dragons?”

“Not exactly.”

Jiang He answered honestly, “It's just two scale dragons that I got for you in passing. Use them for your experiments, and don't worry—they're very obedient. If they dare to cause trouble, I'll wipe out their whole clan!”

The green scale dragon trembled in fear and promptly said, “Don't worry, Lord Jiang He. We brothers would definitely cooperate and not cause trouble… where's the cage? Where's the cage?”

“Didn't you hear that Lord Jiang He wants a cage?”

Someone brought a cage at that.

Both dragons shrunk themselves to approximately two meters long then and entered the alloy cage on their own, even locking it after entering.

Jiang He could not help being awed at that…

The Scaled Dragons were really obedient and easy to instruct!

Should he visit them again to borrow two dragon maidens as mounts too?

Chapter end