Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

“Jiang He, I’m going back to Earth,” Wang Hou said after they finished their food. “I’ve already reached the fourteenth tier of martial arts and continuing to fight here isn’t that useful for me. Moreover, I wonder how martial arts have progressed after we’ve left for years.”

Musing to himself for a few seconds, Wang Hou then added, “I also vaguely sense it progressing back on Earth and it seemed to strengthen my Fortune Qi and smoothen my cultivation. As such, once I return, I would spread martial arts to other countries.”

“Oh?”

Jiang He’s gaze shifted.

While he was the one who had founded the new system for martial arts, Wang Hou was its pioneer in all seriousness.

He had molded a river for Martial Dao to shatter the shackles of every martial artist, granting them a new path. Moreover, when the Twelve Bronze Men that sealed the qi within Earth’s Dragon Pulse all fused into Wang Hou’s body, there must have been some providence that took form then.

“It’s good if you returned to Earth. I’ll be more at ease with you guarding the planet, Minister Wang.”

Jiang He took out a jade charm then, imbued his aura inside it, and handed it to Wang Hou. “If popularizing martial arts strengthens your Dao, you shouldn’t limit to Earth, Minister Wang. The population on Earth is scarce—how many martial artists would there be even if everyone learned it?”

“Take this and head to the Sky Demon Constellation.”

“That constellation should be under my rule at the moment, and you could spread martial arts there when you reach it!”

Wang Hou’s eyes lit up then.

After all, he had ambition.

He had even thought about spreading martial arts throughout the Three Realms, though the Ren Sect, Jie Sect, Chan Sect, and the Western Sect were the major factions there at the moment. Every clan and faction would be loyal to those major sects, just as the connections between them were a complicated mess, which was why starting a sect or faction in the Three Realms was not possible with mere power.

It involved a conflict of Dao, unless Jiang He personally stepped up as the Patriarch of Martial Dao.

Naturally, given Jiang He’s personality, he would not even be bothered to accept disciples, let alone become the Patriarch of Martial Arts. Therefore, Wang Hou would have to become a Saint of Martial Dao if he wanted to spread it over the Three Realm and use it as his parish!

The next day, he began purchasing various materials and treasures, preparing his return to Earth with resources for martial arts and encourage its growth.

He strolled through eleven divine cities in a single trip, purchasing scores of ‘low-grade’ soul medicine and minerals.

On the seventh day, Wang Hou and Jiang He met again before the former left.

Jiang He took out a Spatial Ring then and said, “There are some immortal pellets and mystic treasures in here. Consider it my contribution for the development of martial arts on Earth.”

Wang Hou took the Spatial Ring and scanned it with his divine mind when his face fell, and he promptly returned the Spatial Ring. “No,” he exclaimed. “That’s too much!”

Having been purchasing all those low-grade soul medicine and minerals over the last few days and spending all his savings in the process, he naturally knew the price of those immortal pellets and mystic treasures… Moreover, the lowest grade of the pellets Jiang He offered was rank-three, and there were mountains worth of those.

Likewise, while the mystic treasures were most inferior-grade immortal items, there were still loads of mediocre-grade, superior-grade, and premium-grade immortal items, along with a handful of soul treasures. It filled most of the Spatial Ring, and a general count would place it at around a million items.

The treasure troves of lesser races across of universe would dull in comparison.

“It’s all low-grade immortal pellets and mystic treasures—it’s all useless to me.”

Jiang He chuckled. “Moreover, I pillaged the Bloods, Sky Horses, and the Insectoids, so this little bit of stuff is insignificant to me. Just take it, Minister Wang… I’m one of the pioneers of the new martial arts system and have become a Saint in it, and worldly possessions don’t amount to much when it comes to developing Martial Dao.”

And Jiang He was telling the truth.

Back when he looted the treasure vaults of the Gods and Demons’ base camps in the Celestial Battlefield, he had already taken several times the amounts of treasures he had just given up.

Added with the possessions of the various Demi-Saint Sky Horses, Bloods, and Insectoids, as well as the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint’s very own collection, he was definitely among the richest individuals across the universe.

And then he also pillaged Godland…

Jiang He now estimated that he had over 8,000 soul treasures, along with premium-grade acquired soul treasure in the Yellow World Pearl, as well as the premium-grade innate paragon treasure in the Killer Sword, the Infinite Pain Sword, and the seven God-Killing Spears… it would not be an exaggeration to call himself the richest man of the Relams Proper.

Unable to refuse Jiang He, Wang Hou as such accepted the Spatial Ring but said, “I’ll start a sect after returning to Earth, and I’ll be the chieftain while you’ll be the patriarch.”

“Patriarch?”

“Patriarch Jiang?”

 Jiang He muttered the title to himself and found it acceptable, but…

“That’s not good, is it? You’ll be Chieftain Wang while I’m the Patriarch…” he murmured hesitantly.

“I’ll be Patriarch Wang when I become Saint!”

Wang Hou laughed out loud before stepping inside the portal.

Watching as Wang Hou left, Jiang He then took to the skies and disappeared into a divine city.

He did not depart, but instead entered the world in his body discreetly.

The mystic treasures, medicinal pellets, and the corpses of Golden Immortals, Grand Luo, and Demi-Saint Gods that Jiang He had pillaged from the God Realm were wafting among the stars. After Jiang He threw them up there seven days ago, they were now all ripe, but he had not had the time to harvest since he was busy with social gatherings, meeting Wang Hou twice as well as visiting the Jie Sect, Chan Sect, and the Western Sect.

Jiang He waved his hand, and the entire river of stars quaked.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding…

The jingle of System notifications rang endlessly in Jiang He’s head to the point that he had to mute it… After all, it was everything he had pillaged out of Godland, and wouldn’t the jingle last for months if he didn’t mute it?

After extending his senses, Jiang He realized that the Farm Points and EXP he had gained this time expanded the world in his body by almost a hundred light-years in diameter!

Though almost a hundred light-years was nothing compared to the world in his bodies, which was now the size of ten planetary system, but it was in diameter!

Jiang He calculated that for each 100 light-years in diameter that was added to the world in his body, it increased by the size of the Solar System. In fact, if he could repeat this, the area of the world in his body would become incalculable!

“Yes!”

“My ability has improved a little after the world in my body expanded by a hundred light years… That said, I’m now a Martial Saint—since Saints who have ascended through immortal arts are categorized based on their control over Temporal Dao, does that mean Martial Saints would need categorizing too?”

Jiang He pondered.

When the world in his body was just the size of a planetary system, he could already dish out a beatdown on the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint

He was also feeling things out at the moment, since he, a novice Martial Saint, had no idea about how to apply World Strength and Creation…

Now that he thought about it, if he triggered his World Strength and invoked Creation, weak Saints like the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint would be subjugated in a few blows.

“Judging from that, I could fight weaker Saints when the world in my body is the size of the Solar System.”

“When it’s the size of a standard planetary system, I am a match against Lord Swelling Sky…”

Moreover, in his battle against Lord Swelling Sky in Godland, Lord Swelling Sky borrowed power from the city’s divine array— Lord Swelling Sky was not actually all that powerful.

“As such, I am a novice Martial Saint when the world in my body is the size of the Solar System, and full-fledged when it’s the size of one standard planetary system… Now, it’s the size of ten planetary systems, and I would reach the Grandmaster of Heaven’s level if I could make it the size of a constellation.”

Jiang He estimated that his power right now was equal to the Grandmaster of Heaven, but he would be beaten if that Daoist unleashed his Four Immortal Slayer Sword Arrays.

But if the world in his body grew to the size of a constellation, he just had to develop several Saint-tier cultivation methods and make a spear array for his God-Killing Spears.

After that, he would not lose out to the Grandmaster of Heaven, and would even stand a chance to beat him!

That Daoist may have four immortal-slaying swords, but Jiang He had seven god-killing spears.

“Aside from that, I should develop the other godlike abilities I gained as a Martial Saint… The Saints who have ascended through Immortal Dao would leave their existential marks in different timelines, meaning that they basically have extra lives while I only have one… it’s just unfair.”

Jiang He thought to himself, and planned out a long-term cultivation plan for himself.

He made his choice.

He must seclude himself more now and earn at least up to a handful of lives, even expand the world in his body up to the size of eight constellations. At that point, he would be able to protect himself even if he faced the Demon-God Emperor…

“Perhaps when the world in my body expands to over more than ten constellations, and I would be a match for the True Lord of Morality and the Demon-God Emperor…”

Then, an idea popped into Jiang He’s head…

“If I expanded the world in my body to the size of the Realms Proper… doesn’t that mean I could destroy it with just a lift of my finger?”

“When that happens, would the Demon-God Emperor even survive a punch from me?”