“Grand-master Jiang He!”

At ten in the evening, a resounding voice pierced the nighttime silence of Jinyintan Village.

Stepping out of his farm, Jiang He turned towards the gates, unexpectedly finding Cheng Dongfeng and exclaiming in surprise, “What's wrong, great-grandson?'

After all, Cheng Dongfeng was panting heavily right then and sweating buckets—even his True Qi and physique was raging.

He handed Jiang He the metal chest and sandalwood box, smiling. “Grand-master, I heard you were in urgent need for Orirocks and Sword Will Barrenwort, yes? I was afraid that old chap Zhou Yu might slow down your work, which is why I brought the stuff there.”

Jiang He took the metal chest and sandalwood box, using his spirit to confirm that there were no mistakes. Then, he frowned and said, “It was just minutes since I spoke with Zhou Yu on the phone, and it's over fifteen kilometers from Lingzhou City here… Did you fly here?”

“No…”

Cheng Dongfeng replied. “I ran here.”

That was indeed what he had done—Jiang He could even guess that he was pus.h.i.+ng himself to his limit.

Shaking his head, Jiang He sighed. “Grandson, you are still a little weak physically. A rank-eight martial artist without a girlfriend, ending up like that after running just around fifteen kilometers? You have to know that at rank-six, I could run at top speed for over a dozen hours without problems.”

“Your teaching rings true, grand-master.”

Wiping his sweat and subtly studying Jiang He with the corner of his eye, he seemingly muttered under his breath to himself. “So thirsty, feels like my lungs would blow up!”

Naturally, Jiang He's hearing caught it.

In that very instant… he understood.

This dog was here for his Origin Fluid!

Jiang He had plenty of Origin Fluid, and even if he finished his stock, he just had to climb Mount Helan and ask the willow tree for some to plant. In fact, he could nonchalantly hand out Origin Fluid like mineral water, but…

This grandson of his was actually scheming against him?

Nonetheless, Jiang He quickly said, “Grandson, why are you still standing out here? You did come all the way here to bring me my stuff, hurry up, come in…”

“That's not necessary, grandmaster. There's still a truckload of work back at the Martial Arts Department (MAD)!”

“No way! Well, I could get you something to drink before you go back.”

Cheng Dongfeng was delighted.

He was truly a crafty devil!

Getting a bottle of Origin Fluid after going on an errand was disproportionately rewarding. As for treating Zhou Yu and the others to a meal?

Paltry matter.

The food ingredients of the Feral restaurant might be expensive, but would it not just be a few hundred thousand bucks? A single drop of rank-nine Origin Fluid made up for it!

Soon, Jiang He came out of the mansion.

And he was holding… a bottle of cola.

“Grandson, this is a bottle of c.o.ke I've been saving for days. Come, have a drink—how could you get so baked just from running fifteen kilometers? Do cultivate yourself when you get back, and do your best to improve your physique.”

Cheng Dongfeng was left dumbstruck right then and there.

What the h.e.l.l.

This was not in the script!

No, Jiang He was so rich he considered Origin Fluid no different from mineral water. How could the 'cola' he has been saving for days really be 'cola'?

He opened the bottle cap.

Pop…

The aroma of cola wafted out.

Inside, Cheng Dongfeng crumbled. His entire being seemed to be drained dry after confirming that it was indeed cola, and gave Jiang He a fist-palm salute before saying, “Grand-master Jiang, I'll be taking my leave.”

“Go on, be careful on your way back.”

Jiang He was all smiles.

On the other hand, once Cheng Dongfeng left the lane of Jiang He's house, he promptly sped up to a dash.

What the h.e.l.l. Could Zhou Yu, Old Duan, and the others already make their order?

What a loss!

A monumental one at that!

He was losing over several hundred thousand dollars for a bottle of cola!

Why should they go to the Feral restaurant? What is the highest rank of Feral meat offered there anyway? If he had known, he should have treated them to a grill—any Ferals he could hunt in the wildlands would be of a higher rank anyway!

Most importantly, it saved money!

Back home, Jiang He was laughing out loud.

He had teased Cheng Dongfeng on purpose—but others notwithstanding, that grandson he suddenly got was quite interesting.

Without further ado, he carried the metal chest and headed straight into the farm.

He opened the chest to find the 100 Orirocks kept neatly inside.

“Dumbo, get to work!”

Jiang He instructed, and Dumbo promptly charged its earth-type powers.

As it started digging, it asked, “How many holes should I dig, master?”

Jiang He had wanted to say 100, but considering that Dumbo's mathematics only reached 50, he said, “Dig fifty holes, twice.”

Even as Dumbo dug away ahead, Jiang He was planting the Orirocks behind.

Soon, all 100 Orirocks were planted.

After that, Jiang He opened the sandalwood box and took out the Sword Will Barrenwort that was planted inside.

“There's no hurry to plant the Sword Will Barrenwort for now. The soil quality would definitely improve after my farm levels up, and the Sword Will Barrenwort planted afterward would have improved effects if I plant it then.”

Even without Mysterious Soil, the soil of Jiang He's farm had the capacity to strengthen plants.

And soon, thirty Orirocks bloomed, and Jiang He began to harvest them in the wee hours of the morning.

[Ding!]

[+100 Farm Points.]

[Ding!]

[+100 Farm Points…]

As the System Notifications jingled in Jiang He's head again and again, the second batch of 'thirty Orirocks' bloomed after the first batch of trees were harvested and reduced to ashes.

There were four batches of Orirocks trees after the 100 were planted.

The last batch was only ten trees.

It takes two hours for a batch of Orirock trees to reach full bloom. By the time Jiang He finished harvesting the Orirc.o.ks, it was already seven in the morning and the sun had already risen.

Jiang He turned his eyes towards his System panel.

[Name: Jiang He]

[Cultivation: Immortal Path—complete Golden Pellet; Martial Arts—divine-tier (divine conversion)]

[Ability: Royal Sword, fire]

[Martial Arts Cultivation: Indestructible Diamond (Mastery+), Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms (Mastery+), Blind Princess's Eight Practices (Third Practice+), Strengthened Nine Yang Technique (Eighth Tier+), Ninefold Thunderblade (Seventh Fold+), Dragon-Elephant Prajna (Fifteenth Tier+), Nine Stars Heavenly Body Formula (SecondTier+), Three Thousand Calamities (Second Style+), Twenty-Three Swords (First Style+)]

[Owned Land: 3 Mu]

[Farm Level: 4 (EXP 50000/50000)]

[System Backpack: 18 boxes]

[System Shop: Unlocked]

[Farm Points: 2,250,000]

“Eh? I remembered that my Dragon-Elephant Prajna was on the eleventh tier. When did it reach fifteenth?”

Jiang He appeared rather surprised, but soon realized that it was normal. After all, the Nine Stars Heavenly Body Formula improved, and that it made sense that his Dragon-Elephant Prajna improved along with his physique.

Still, that cultivation was rather chickenfeed for Jiang He as he is now.

However, once could cultivate it since it was natural anyway, especially since it was quite imposing when using it in fights what with its special sound and visual effects.

Jiang He then turned towards the farm leveling conditions beneath the System Panel.

There were three of those.

Jiang He had as many Feral flesh as he needed—he kept those in 8 of his 18 boxes of storage s.p.a.ce, let alone Orirocks.

He had dozens of thousands of those.

But the question now was: should he level up his farm?

“I've only acc.u.mulated 2,250,000 Farm Points, but it could be used up at any instant to improve himself. Should I go visit the other Holy Grounds to try getting some Orirocks and earn Farm Points?”

After all, once his farm levels up, the Farm Points he would earn would definitely be reduced if he planted Orirocks when the time comes.

However…

Jiang He thought about it, and eventually gave up.

It was time to level up his farm—he had been delaying it for too long. As for farm points… those could be earned later.

Taking out several Feral corpses, Jiang He slicing off a chunk of a Feral King's flesh as well as one chunk each from two rank-nine Ferals. After that, he brought out the 100 Oriric.o.ks which he buried in the farm.

“System, farm level up!”

The thought came to mind.

Ooom!

In no time at all, mysterious energy began to permeate the farm.

“If I plant myself…”