Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm Chapter 401

[Ding!]

[+30 million Farm Points.]

As the System Notification jingled beside his ear, Jiang He sighed. “It seems that the Secret Art of Chaos Thundersword dulls a little in comparison to the Scripture of Chaos Thundersword… still, both cultivation manuals are not to be lumped together since the Scripture of Chaos Thundersword is a cultivation method, whereas the Secret Art of Chaos Thundersword is a sword technique.”

Many things could be judged in value through the Farm Points they gather.

Of course, that was not absolute either.

For example, the Star Core of Mars earned Jiang He fifty million Farm Points as well when strengthened into a premium-grade immortal item. Its value, however, was much lower in Jiang He's perspective when compared to the Scripture of Chaos Thundersword.

[Ding!]

[-1 billion Farm Ponts]

[Congratulations, Host. You have successfully cultivated the Secret Art of Chaos Thundersword to Initiate.]

Oom!

In the instant the System Notification jingled, sharp Sword Will erupted away from Jiang He's body.

Around him, thunderbolts sparkled and illuminated the entire farm.

Shiiing!

The hum of a sword could vaguely be heard.

Volumes of profound sword techniques hence poured inside Jiang He's mind, and in a split second, Jiang He had grasped the Secret Art of Chaos Thundersword that he had created himself.

“What a fine technique!”

Jiang He could not help praising and laughing as he felt out the sword technique in his head. “As expected of a technique that I'd spent half an hour of hard work on… it's really incredible!”

He subtly appraised his own ability—after cultivating the Scripture of Chaos Thundersword and the Secret Art of Chaos Thundersword, he could probably directly kill a True Immortal now.

If he pushed himself and ate a pepper to buff his combat ability, it was not as if he would not have shot at beating a full-fledged True Immoral… but he would still fall short against a Golden Immortal.

After all, Golden Immortals and True Immortals existed on two completely different levels.

Jiang He estimated that he could trade a blow against the weakest of Golden Immortals if he went all out and cast the Sword Array of Ten Realms and Infinity, but the outcome was simply inevitable…

His defeat was assured.

“With my powers now, there is only one way to handle Golden Immortals…”

“Strengthened Heavenly Thunderbolt Atomic Hand Grenades.”

The Strengthened Heavenly Thunderbolt Atomic Hand Grenades were something Jiang He had developed based on the Heavenly Thunderbolt Hand Grenades. They required precise crafting, and their shell required substantial rare item refinement materials to make.

Jiang He estimated that the shell of three of those hand grenades could have been used to craft a complete premium-grade sage item.

The new grenade also required ninth-retribution heavenly thunderbolts, which Jiang He had spent three whole days to collect—even after he had gathered every Sufferance-tier cultivator on Earth, aside from the eight factions who hated him.

Of course…

There was no way he would do it for free—they must pay up even if Jiang He was the one who had sought them out.

Not paying?

Hah!

Impossible.

After that, he compressed the ninth-retribution heavenly thunderbolts into the grenade as its explosive material.

The hand grenades before were each stuffed with a single heavenly thunderbolt and strengthened by planting. Now, however, these new grenades had three ninth-retribution heavenly thunderbolts stuffed inside each, and enriched with the Living Soil of the Nine Heavens, which was worth three million Farm Points.

Though that elevated the production costs by almost a hundredfold, the power of the grenade increased by a hundred times as well.

Back then, it took a hundred Heavenly Thunderbolt Hand Grenades to blow up Mars… but now, a single Strengthened Heavenly Thunderbolt Atomic Hand Grenade would do the trick!

“I could probably cut down a True Immortal by my own ability if it comes down to it, but I would have to use the Strengthened Heavenly Thunderbolt Atomic Hand Grenade if it was a Golden Immortal. What a shame that crafting one of these is so troublesome, not to mention that there are not many Sufferance cultivators among the immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemon cultivators left on Earth now, and the number of ninth-retribution heavenly thunderbolts are limited.”

Jiang He breathed a long sigh.

The Strengthened Heavenly Thunderbolt Atomic Hand Grenades were a tiny trump card he had at the moment.

Still, he did not have too many of these, just over six hundred…

Right now, it was past six in the morning, and the skies had yet to brighten up.

Xibei in the winter was buffeted with frosty winds at dawn—it was quite cold here.

Jiang He yawned as he stepped out of this farm.

He had been soloing several ladies before working overnight in his farm, leaving him rather sleepy.

Still, he had just stepped out when he found a figure rushing towards him urgently from the distance and stopping in front of his gates.

It was Cheng Dongfeng, who had benefited greatly from picking up quite a lot of Jiang He's bottles to obtain the Origin Fluid inside. He was now a full-fledged rank-nine and almost reaching the limit of rank-nine in spirit as well, though his grasp over the Boundary of Wills was rather lacking.

In fact, Cheng Dongfeng was less than sixty percent on Fist Will, the path he had taken.

He jumped upon seeing Jiang He, crying out in surprise and shrieking, “Who are you, demon? How dare you wreak havoc in this place? Reveal your true form right now!”

Jiang He was dumbstruck.

He stared at Cheng Dongfeng with concern as if he was a moron, at a loss for words. “Old Cheng, did a donkey kick you in the head?”

Cheng Dongfeng did a double take before exclaiming in surprise, “Grand-master Jiang He?”

“Here.”

“What the hell!”

Cheng Dongfeng became even more shocked, and lunged at Jiang He immediately while crying out, “What happened to you, Grand-master Jiang He? How did you end up like this? Why are you bleeding all over?”

It was only then that Jiang He remembered that his physical body had been splitting open and reassembling endlessly when he cultivated the Scripture of Chaos Thundersword, leaving him caked in blood and his silk bathrobe dyed crimson.

Nonetheless, his Immortal Yuan Strength gusted over his body as a rainy mist with a nonchalant wave, and the bloodstains were wiped away entirely.

He then casted his fire-type powers to dry his bathrobes, and was about to get inside his house to blow-dry his hair when he heard Cheng Dongfeng said, “By the way, Grand-master Jiang He, Minister Wang has just called and told me to send word that the Immortal Foxes of Green Hill have returned.”

Whoosh!

All drowsiness escaped Jiang He then, and his eyes lit up as he exclaimed, “The immortals have returned? Where are they now? How many of them are there? What is their strength?”

Cheng Dongfeng shook his head, gesturing that he had no idea.

Jiang He hence whipped out his phone and dialed Wang Hou's number to ask.

“There are seventeen of them: four True Immortals, twelve Heavenly Immortals, and one with such an overwhelming aura he must be Golden Immortal!”

Wang Hou said quietly with a somber look. “Jiang He… why don't you hide for a while? Crossing the stars with your physical form is definitely possible with your current abilities, and didn't you find another Star Map at Green Hill last time? You could hide a few years at some nearby planet and focus on your cultivation too.”

“Who do you think you are underestimating, Minister Wang?”

Jiang He flatly said. “Why would I be afraid of a mere Golden Immortal Fox… they are now at Mars, yes?”

Beep-beep-beep.

The static from a disconnected call could be heard, and Wang Hou's hand shook even as he held his phone.

What was that supposed to mean???

Even before he hung up, he could vaguely heard Jiang He barking, saying things like 'Why are there only over a dozen of them,' 'I must get to outer space or I can't use it' or 'vixen mount, depart'…

Was he really going to take the initiative to attack, even if he was up against four True Immortals, twelve Heavenly Immortals, and one Golden Immortal?

One should note that even in the ancient era of Qi Refinist, Golden Immortal were in a class of their own…

He was about to call Jiang He's phone again when his gaze shifted—he had seen through the Star Map that Jiang He was riding a gigantic white Nine-Tailed Fox and rushing out of the atmosphere.

Meanwhile, in outer space, near where Mars had been.

The Immortal Foxes of Green Hill all dropped out of the void. The twelve Heavenly Immortals all appeared pale just then, and even the full-fledged Heavenly Immortals were spiraling out of control.

With the portals here destroyed, they had teleported into dimensional turbulence after warping, and there were even frightening space storms stirring. It was fortunate that one of the Immortal Foxes was adept at Dimensional Dao, just as the Golden Immortal Fox was bestowed with a protective soul treasure by the superior beings of his clan before his return. Otherwise, some these immortal foxes would be dead before they could leave the erratic dimensional turbulence.

Right now, they were looking at each other, with one True Immortal Fox raging, “Damn it! Who could it be? Why would they blow up Mars?”

The Golden Immortal Fox flatly answered, “They wouldn't be weak since they could blow up a planet, and it has to be the elites who have hidden themselves within the grotto-heavens since they could stop the Sky Demons… alright, cut the chatter. Cast your mystic and inform our clan successors that we have returned.”

The old Daemon Fox could not resist a smile at those words.

How many years had it been?

They were finally back!

Though the homeworld was barren, this place held too many memories of his…

And now that it was within sight, it could not be more normal for him to feel a little thrilled.

Though they did not have communications jade charm linking themselves to Green Hill, they had a secret bloodline technique. Once casted within range, they would be linked to their clan, since Mars is not all that far from Earth for them.

Another True Immortal Fox laughed out loud at that. “I'll use that technique. My grandchild had remained behind on the homeworld, and he was just born when we left back then. I even named that yipping and mewling cub Fabulous Fox myself, and I wonder how he is now… Eh?”

The True Immortal Fox's expression changed then.

Confused, the other immortal foxes turned towards him, while he barked through gnashing teeth, “My… my grandson is gone?!”

Chapter end