Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

“Have you had your breakfast yet?”

“I did. What about you?”

“Me too. What did you have?”

“Ramen. What about you?”

“…”

A gentle breeze billowed. The branches of the willow tree in the greenbelt of the Martial Arts Department (MAD) swayed in its wake as Jiang He and Wang Siyu stood next to each other beneath it. After an awkward exchange, a silence followed.

When their gazes met seconds later, they could not help laughing, amused by their exchange.

Studying Wang Siyu, Jiang He smiled. “Well done. Your qi is almost rank two now… it seems you have been hard at work with your cultivation.”

“Wasn’t really cultivating, actually…”

Chagrined, Wang Siyu replied. “Didn’t you give me those rank-six Feral Wolf meat? I’ve been having it every day, and work out a little afterwards so I wouldn’t get fat… and this is how I ended up.”

Jiang He understood then.

The meat of rank-six Ferals contained overflowing qi. Exercising after consumption would speed up the absorption of its qi, strengthening the person’s qi in return.

And being a psych-type Awakened, it made sense that Wang Siyu’s absorption was quicker.

Meanwhile, they continued their conversation as they stood beneath the tree, talking about their daily lives. Halfway through the conversation, however, Wang Siyu’s tone changed and she said, “There’s a rumor floating around the MAD recently, claiming that you’ve got yourself a babysitter from somewhere, and that she’s quite hot.”

???

“Which buster said that?” Jiang He seethed.

Wang Siyu was feeling bitter inside, but maintained a nonchalant look as she smiled. “It’s not bad, actually, although some male colleagues were envious and jealous sometimes during their private conversations.”

“What is there to be envious or jealous about?”

Jiang He retorted flatly. “All I did is get myself a maid to cook more me and clean the house and dishes… by the way, Wang Siyu, where did our village move too?”

Jiang He then told her about his intention to buy the yards of his neighbors.

From the novels he had read, the surface of his farm would definitely expand after the farm level increased, and would not always remain one Mu… or he wouldn’t have anywhere to plant larger Feral Kings that he was going to slay in the future.

Even if the farm area would not expand, he could level the yard around and plow more land for his plantation, growing various flora that creates an otherworldly paradise.

“Please help me talk to my neighbors. They could ask for any price they like, since money is like toilet paper to me now.”

After a few more words, Wang Siyu then said, “I have some matters to attend to for now. Anyway, I’ll come to see you at your house after I’ve helped you with that.”

Watching as Wang Siyu left, Jiang He returned inside the blacksmith’s workshop to find that all ninety catties of gold had been smelted with utmost precision into ninety gold bullions.

Putting away the hammer he always conjured, the old blacksmith said, “There’s been some gold lost in the smelting process. The last bullion is just around seven taels (one catty equals to 16 taels).”

“It’s fine.”

Jiang He put away the gold bullions and said his thanks. But just as he was about to leave the workshop—

“Jiang He!”

Nearby, both Mu Wanqiu and Wu Yueru were approaching him.

Surprisingly, Mu Wanqiu was wearing the same brand of tracksuit as Wu Yueru, hugging her body and accentuating her figure.”

“Your sunflower seeds would arrive around the afternoon. There’s fourteen of them, and I’ll send it to your house when it comes.”

“By the way, didn’t you mention you need Orirocks?”

“I did ask around for you… and it seems that the Lin clan of Sichuan has some and are willing to trade for it. They want treasures that could promote longevity and detoxes, so I could help you reach out to them if you have those items.”

“The Lin clan of Sichuan? Promote longevity and detoxes?”

Was that not the person who called him last night? Jiang He thought.

It was just that he hung up halfway through their conversation.

Still, Jiang He did not mention that, since it was embarrassing to hang up on someone.

“What’s going on? How did the Lin clan get their hand on those Orirocks?”

“The Lin clan of Sichuan is famous in the martial world,” Mu Wanqiu smiled as she explained. “Although they would not compare to martial clans of extensive legacies, they are not short of elites, with five grandmasters in their family alone—one rank-nine, one rank-eight, and three rank-sevens!”

“Long Mountain Lin, their clan leader was said to be a former disciple of Qingcheng faction, one of the sacred martial grounds. However, he left Mount Qingcheng for some unknown reason later on and settled down at Old Tai’an, a town beneath the mountain. He fought against the Japanese in the battle to defend our country before as well, contributing to the battlefield and was one the bodyguard of a certain general who founded the country.”

“After the war, he resigned his post and returned to his quiet life at Old Tai’an.”

“But three months ago, a rank-nine Six-eyed Desert Spider appeared at Sichuan. It’s a terrible creature that led a horde of Ferals to attack cities, but Long Mountain Lin alone slew the spider and six rank-eight Spiders, although his essence and innate qi burnt out in the process, leaving him with not long to live.”

“He was also poisoned by the Six-eyed Desert Spider, leaving him bedridden, and I heard it took the elites of the country to keep his heart beating. But now, if there are no spirit items that could extend lifespan or cure the poison of the Six-eyed Desert Spider… Old Lin might not make it.”

Jiang He frowned.

To tell the truth, he was confused.

Why a vast country like this, with two major departments in the MAD and the Superpower Research Department at that, could not afford treasures that could extend lifespan and detoxes?

Still, he soon realized the reason.

Such miracles were rare in the first place. Most people would not offer it even if they have it either, because what was there not to like about using it for themselves?

“By the way, wasn’t it said that elites above rank-nine have unbelievable measures? Why couldn’t they keep healing Old Lin’s poison?”

Mu Wanqiu showed a pained smile and said, “Elites that reach the divine may be capable of godlike feats, but our elites in the country who reached that level mainly cultivates in slaughter and isn’t adept at healing, or even extending lifespans… divine-tier elites simply don’t have the measures to defy destiny.”

“True.”

Jiang He nodded and said, “Anyway, I do have treasures that detox and promote longevity, but I need to prepare it. I’m counting on you to contact them when the time comes, Miss Mu.”

Returning to his sports car, Jiang He then pondered.

“Promoting longevity… since that is exactly the function of the eggplant, that would not be a problem. Likewise, the cucumbers could clear body heat and detox… although I’m not confident it could cure a rank-nine Feral’s poison.”

After musing to himself for a long time, Jiang He decided to…

Plant medicine!

There were many medicines that could cure poison, be it traditional or western.

Jiang He suddenly remembered a familiar drug that was famous for clearing body heat and detoxing then—the Bezoar Detox Pills!