Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm Chapter 549 – What The Hell!

“Fragments of the God-Killing Spear?”

“Why would you want that?”

God-Killing Spear?

There was a place inside the Biyou Palace that resembled a rat hole.

Within, the Daoist of Many Treasures was lying leisurely on a chair padded with tiger's fur and holding a bunch of divine fruits, relishing it.

'Why would the Daoist of Many Treasures stay inside a hole when there are so many godly palaces in the Biyou Palace?' Jiang He thought to himself.

While there were many treasures hanging in the caver and it was decorated grandly, it was still a hole. Nonetheless, Jiang He realized that it made sense given the Daoist of Many Treasures' true form.

He was not human, but a natural spirit beast—a Treasure-Seeking Rat.

Rats liking holes was only common sense.

Meanwhile, the Daoist of Many Treasures had risen to his feet once he heard that Jiang He was looking for fragments of the God-Killing Spear. “Those aren't really useful, and the killing intent within is unbearable for your average cultivators. Still, it was the Demon Patriarch Rahula's weapon, so it does have some value as a collector's value.”

“According to what I know, the God-Killing Spear was shattered into seven fragments following Rahula's fall. My martial uncle probably keeps one, while the Western Sect has another.”

“The Nether River Patriarch has the highest number of fragments with three.”

The Demon Patriarch Rahula was not an ancestor of the Demon race that the Three Realms now opposed.

He was a being of the Three Realms and a cultivator, and the founder of the Demonic Arts… He and the Ancestor of the Great Balance were born in the same generation, and were the first natural gods of the Three Realms.

At the time, he was not a Daoist lord since the Saints had yet come to be.

When Rahula brought disaster upon the world and caused infinite disaster, he was ultimately slain by the Ancestor of the Great Balance.

After his death, his mystic treasure, the God-Killing Spear, fell across the primitive realm, eventually gathered as collectibles by other cultivators.

The mystic treasure Rank Twelve Apocalyptic Black Lotus was nowhere to be seen as well.

Likewise, the Daoist of Many Treasures was one of the natural beings born during the beginning of the Three Realms and one of its oldest entities. He had gone through that disaster and knew about many secrets that were lost to history.

Still, Jiang He's eyes lit up when the Daoist of Many Treasures told him where the fragments of the God-Killing Spear had gone.

Since the True Lord of Morality and Pure Nothingness had one, he might be able to ask for it.

As for the Western Sect…

He had never had dealings with them.

But considering his ability and reputation, the Western Sect might give him face.

“The Nether River Patriarch has three… but that old dog is strong and he wouldn't die as long as the Blood Sea is not destroyed. I'm not confident even if my immortal arts ascended.”

“I could plant a broken immortal item to make a complete immortal item, but does that apply for the God-Killing Spear too?”

Jiang He was thoughtful.

That was five fragments of the God-Killing Spear accounted for.

There was no hurry to get the three from the Nether River Patriarch for now since he could get two from the True Lord of Morality and the Western Sect—he should get the easy ones first.

After some small talk, Jiang He then asked, “Brother Many Treasures, you mentioned that the God-Killing Spear was broken into seven fragments: the Nether River Patriarch has three while the Western Sect and the great Saint each has one… what about the remaining two fragments?”

“Here!”

The Daoist of Many Treasures flipped his hand and took out a broken, blood-dyed spear tip and a small section of a spear hilt, smiling. “I have two of the seven fragments of the God-Killing Spear. You can take it if you need them, Brother Jiang He.”

Jiang He appeared delight and did not refuse.

Taking the spear tip and the broken spear hilt, he studied them closely.

It was around one-fourth of a spear hilt and was entirely blood-shaded, with curious old markings on it.

They were naturally formed and contained a frightening Dao. However, even if it was just a small fragment, Jiang He felt as if it would not lose out to a superior-grade immortal item.

The spear tip was even more unique.

The blood on it was now brown-black due to the passage of time, and it even carried a faint imposing presence—it must be the blood of the many champions in the past.

Jiang He tried to use his immortal will to see it, only to find an ocean of blood crashing down on him.

It was the might of the consciousness embodied in the fragment of the God-Killing Spear. Even Golden Immortals would become short-tempered, bloodthirsty, or demonic possessed if affected by it over a long period of time.

Withdrawing his immortal will, he said, “It's no wonder why you would say that the fragment is useless. It's as powerful as superior-grade immortal items… but not even Golden Immortals could withstand the impact on the mind it contains, although those who could would not bother to collect it either.”

“Indeed.”

The Daoist of Many Treasures teased. “Could you be intending to reforge the God-Killing Spear by collecting the fragments, Brother Jiang He?”

“That's what I have in mind,” Jiang He responded honestly.

Both Zhao Gongming and the Daoist of Many Treasures did a double take at that… since the latter had only asked that on a whim, and mostly as a joke.

Taishang Laojun himself had tried to reforge it but failed.

As for Jiang He? The result was only to be expected.

After more small talk, Jiang He took out five buckets of Dao Enlightenment Pellets and said, “Brother Many Treasures, the God-Killing Spear is a treasure and I can't take it for nothing. Here are some medicinal pellets I've refined myself, please accept it.”

The Daoist of Many Treasures quickly waved him off in refusal when he saw the buckets, saying, “Do you need to go so far? It's just a few fragments.”

The bucket itself had faint aura of a mystic treasure as well, and was around inferior-grade immortal item.

Jiang He had actually crafted many such buckets to keep medicinal pellets… since normal porcelain bottles used for keeping pellets were too small, and only held around ten pellets.

On the other hand, Jiang He's buckets were crafted in imitation of Earth's 901 super-glue buckets, which could carry dozens of catties of water.

Naturally, it could carry a load of a thousand Dao Enlightenment Pellets.

As such, it could carry many pellets, and the buckets could be stacked together as well.

Since Jiang He had insisted on giving it to him, the Daoist of Many Treasures could not refuse and had to accept it.

Putting away the two fragments of the God-Killing Spear, Jiang He then left with a fist-palm salute. Flying out of Biyou Palace, he was going to the celestial court to ask for another fragment of the God-Killing Spear.

It was only after Jiang He left that Zhao Gongming, who was still in the hole, asked, “Why are you being this generous today, Brother Many Treasures?”

Being a natural spirit beast—a Treasure-Seeking Rat, the Daoist of Many Treasures was the best in treasure-seeking. Likewise, he valued them as much as his own life, and his senior brothers would have a hard time asking him for a treasure.

Nonetheless, Many Treasures chuckled, “Giving depends on the person. Jiang He may be a junior brother, but his ability would not lose out to ours since his rise.”

“He overwhelmed the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance by his own power, slaying ninety-nine foreign Grand Luo in the Grand Luo battlefield and now sixteen Demi-Saints. Not even the Grand Mage of Xuandu could match him in combat achievements.”

“He must have gained epiphany when he secluded himself briefly to cultivate… who knows if Jiang He would become Saint one day? Isn't it reasonable to befriend him before that, Brother?”

“That's most insightful, Brother!”

Zhao Gongming chuckled, and could not decided if he should laugh or cry when he looked at the five buckets on the floor. “I heard that Jiang He is profoundly skilled at crafting pellets… but why would he keep pellets in a bucket like that?”

As everyone would now, the more exquisite the containers for medicinal pellets, the higher the value of the medicinal pellets.

Five large buckets of them probably meant that those weren't high-ranked medicinal pellets.

Opening the cover of the bucket, they saw that the medicinal pellets inside were uniquely shaped.

As the faint sweet aroma streamed into his nose, Zhao Gongming picked up one of the Peppa Pig-shaped pellets and bit on its 'head'.

His face immediately fell and he could not help exclaiming, “What the hell…”

Chapter end