Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm Chapter 504

What the hell!

Every Chan Sect immortal felt their jaws dropping to the floor and their eyes bulging in their shock.

Even the Chan Sect pellet refinists stopped in their tracks. Having used their immortal will to observe Jiang He, all of them turned around, with Elder Potion Dust roaring, “What a squandering of treasures! Do you know how to refine pellets, Jiang He?!”

“Outrage! This is an outrage!”

“Brother Tai Yi, Brother Yu Ding! How could you afford Jiang He to commit such outrage?!”

“Stop, Jiang He! The Body Honing Pellets are rank-seven immortal pellets and the ingredients are very rare! You are just wasting it!”

Jiang He ignored all the cries of outrage, and instead took out a pitch-black staff with a flip of his hand.

The staff carried the aura of an acquired soul treasure—and it was indeed an inferior-grade acquired soul treasure. At Jiang He's thought, it enlarged and lengthened rapidly, and he held one end while stabbing the other end into the pot.

The immortal crystals were burning quicker beneath the pot now, and there were soon bubbles in the pot. Slowly stirring the mixture with the staff, Jiang He commented, “I've studied your pellet recipe, and found that the key to refining Body Honing Pellets is to perfectly fuse the ingredients, which explains why there are over a hundred cumbersome procedures without affording any margins of error. That is also why there is such a low yield.”

“As such, I improved on that and reduced the hundred over procedures down to one. By boiling the ingredients with mountain spring water and then stirring it, the ingredients could be fused perfectly… eh?”

Jiang He noticed that something was wrong after some explanation.

Though Body Honing Pellets were actually chicken feed, it was still a rank-seven immortal pellet and all the ingredients used were immortal-grade. Since normal mountain spring water had an exceedingly low boiling point, it could not melt the ingredients at all.

Nonetheless, after having gone so far and with thousands of Chan Sect immortals, Jiang He had to force himself to sneakily use Immortal Yuan Strength and grind down the ingredients while laughing, “Look, the ingredients are now melting. When it completely fuses as one, the first step of refining Body Honing Pellets is complete.”

At the same time, the Chan Sect immortals were cursing and scolding him endlessly, and so Jiang He simply muted out his own hearing.

On the other hand, the Twelve Chan Sect Immortals were all blue with shock, and Ju Liu Sun could not help asking, “Brother Wang Hou, does Jiang He really know how to refine pellets?”

Wang Hou was totally cursing away inside.

Still, he feigned composure and calmly smiled, “Clam down, brothers… I am sure that Jiang He is accomplished in pellet refinement… while he has never cooked immortal pellets, it is understandable if he fails since he is making a rank-seven immortal pellet right off the bat.”

“What?!”

The True Habitant of Yu Ding and the other elites of the Chan Sect were speechless.

At the same time, in an alternate dimension deep within the Chan Sect's Hollow Jade Temple.

The Primeval Lord of Heaven, dressed in black Daoist robes and having the aura of a Saint surrounding him, was staring at a curtain of water before him, which was showing the scene of Jiang He refining the rank-seven Body Honing Pellets.

Beside him was the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole, the eldest disciple of the Chan Sect.

Though the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole was not one of the Twelve Chan Sect immortals, he was ranked the highest in the Chan Sect barring the Primeval Lord of Heaven himself. Even Guang Chengzi, leader of the Twelve Chan Sect immortals, had to respectfully address the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole as 'Senior Brother'.

Be that as it may, the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole would often be accompanying the Primeval Lord of Heaven and rarely go outside, and was therefore less famous than Guang Chengzi. Even so, his abilities were certainly on par with the Nether River Patriarch or the Grand Mage of Xuandu from the Ren Sect.

Having survived endless eons and experienced innumerable retributions, he was naturally learned in the discipline of pellet refinement to some extent.

Therefore, he could not help laughing when he saw Jiang He dumping the portion for a thousand Body Honing Pellets into the pot, saying, “Jiang He doesn't know how to refine pellets.”

“It makes sense, to, since he had cultivated for only two years and had no mentor. He must have gained his cultivation thanks to some miracle or a location that accelerates time, but pellet refinement is not something you could master by self-learning.”

Most people agreed with the time-acceleration theory as well.

Jiang He had cultivated for less than two years, but if he had been staying in a location that accelerates time for a while, he could have actually cultivated for centuries or even millennia.

Though it was rare for anyone to reach Grand Luo in centuries or even millennia, there were those who succeeded. Moreover, Jiang He and Wang Hou were born blessed, shouldering great destinies and gaining smooth sailing in cultivation, which was quite common.

On the other hand, the Primeval Lord of Heaven did not say a word.

He watched the water curtain which he casted silently. Even from dimensions away, he could watch Jiang He refine pellets in real time.

Jiang He was not aware that the Saint's attention was focused on him refining pellets.

Of course, given his personality, he would not care even if he knew.

Meanwhile, a medicinal aroma was wafting from the thousand-feet wide pot.

The medicinal ingredients, ground down and melted by Jiang He with his immortal strength and then stirred firmly, had become a dark blue mixture.

He whipped out his phone to check the time.

It had been ten minutes since he started boiling the mountain spring water.

Sniffing and then making a face of disdain, he commented, “Everyone can smell it… but the scent from this medicinal mixture is not that easy on the nose, which is why you could add some condiment or spices for the texture after the pellet is cooked for flavor… of course, you could decide on how you want to flavor it.”

Jiang He would always carry some condiments with him.

Taking out a few packs, he randomly sprinkled it into the mixture, but the smell became worse—it was like steamed fish being left out in direct sunlight starting to stink.

Nonetheless, Jiang He subtly wiped off nonexistent sweat off his brow and muttered, “I should have used a smaller pot if I had known, since there is too much mixture for me to control the taste… whatever. It's the same whether it stinks or smells good, since I'm not eating it and only planting it for Farm Points.”

Jiang He then extinguished the flames beneath the pot and released a frost energy from his fingertip into the pot of medicinal mixture, commenting, “After the condiments are added, we have reached the second step of refining pellets… oh, right, I'm using immortal frost energy to cool the mixture quicker.”

A row of molds appeared on the floor with a wave of his hand.

There were dozens of them with different shapes, including the traditional 'pellet' shape, rectangular, cubed, lollipop, animals, flowers and other shaped.

Jiang He himself picked the Peppa Pig mold, and scooped out the medicinal mixture in the pot to pour into the mold.

This version of molds could produce twenty Peppa Pig-shaped Body Honing Pellets.

As he poured in the mixture, his immortal frost energy was also flash freeze and condense the pellets.

“These molds are made by a blacksmith near my old home, so there are a lot of shapes to choose from for the final shape of the medicinal pellets… this type is called the Peppa Pig set, and the pellets are finished, though it needs coloring and adjustment…”

“And I'm not using paint dyes, but food coloring.”

“Also, remember to use a stick when the pellet is finished, so that it won't get sticky when you eat it after you're finished.”

As Jiang He spoke, he had picked up one of the Peppa Pigs.

After he colored it, the Peppa Pig pellet actually resembled the candy craft artistry back on Earth, though the stink was still upsetting.

Either way, he would not be eating it.

Jiang He hence breathed a sigh of relief.

It was fortunate that he had cooked the pellets without wasting any portions.

Holding the Peppa Pig, he turned toward the pellet refinist who was cursing him the loudest and flatly asked, “Why the hurry, brother? My Body Honing Pellet is finished, so why don't you have a taste?”

Then, he turned to Dumbo, Trumbo and the rest and barked, “What are you spacing out for? Come help!”

There was a thousand-feet wide pot worth of medicinal fluid. Wouldn't he be worked to death if he had to condense each of the pellets with the molds?

Hence, Dumbo, Trumbo, the Nine Wise Rock Monkeys, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers all stepped up, dividing their work with precision. Some of them would be scooping the medicinal mixture, just as others would make the molds and cast Frost True Qi.

At the same time, Trumbo was in charge of gathering the pellets.

The molding tools would shape at least twenty pellets and over a hundred at maximum, while Jiang He's lackeys could finish shaping one full molding pellet worth in less than a minute. Moreover, they were becoming more efficient the more they grasped how to do it.

Jiang He then explained, “Condensing pellets is a very troublesome step to accomplish alone, so just leave it to the pets or maids.”

Meanwhile, the pellet refinists who stormed off and flown up to Jiang He.

They were all staring at the Peppa Pig which Jiang He was holding with ashen faces.

Was that supposed to be a medicinal pellet?

Was that supposed to be a Body Honing Pellet?!

One of the pellet refinists who had a goatee barked, “Do you take us for fools, Jiang He? The surface of a Body Honing Pellet would glint in blue immortal light after it is done as well as have nine stripes. What the hell is this thing?”

Jiang He simply held the Peppa Pig up with a smile and said nothing.

The pellet refinist snatched it away, withstood the pungent stink, gritted his teeth, and chomped down on the Peppa Pig. Munching it, he sneered and said, “Fine, I'll have a clown like you expose yourself on this day… eh?”

The pellet refinist's face fell, and he quickly finished the Peppa Pig in a few munches before crying out, “Impossible, impossible! How could this be a Body Honing Pellet?!”

The other pellet refinists all paled and turned toward the remaining Peppa Pigs on the mold.

Soon, the remaining nineteen were cleared, and each of the Chan Sect pellet refinist looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Some were bawling while others screamed hysterically, and even Elder Potion Dust's eyes lost focus and muttered, “No way… no way… what he did… turned out to be pellet refinement too?!”

In an alternate dimension deeper within the Hollow Jade Temple…

The Immortal Hermit of the South Pole was staring at the scene on a curtain of water as if thunderstruck.

Even the Primeval Lord of Heaven was stunned.

What the hell!

The pellet refinement was successful?!

Chapter end