Ranking Of Kings: My Land Is SSS Rank

605 The Mysterious Old Farmer

Under the attack of countless foreign races, a mere army of 20,000 was too small a number. One must know that foreign races might not fight in a fair and square battle. They could also use other techniques or treasures.

But the problem was, so what if the army was completely wiped out? As long as Li Xiang was still alive, he could train an army of 30,000, 50,000, 100,000, or even a million.

Li Xiang was the main point.

Killing him alone was equivalent to killing a hundred thousand or a million Human race soldiers.

Vaguely, the alien race had begun to prepare to attack Li Xiang directly, instead of the previous time when the two armies were facing each other. If he killed Li Xiang, he could easily wipe out the rest of the Army.

Unknowingly, the air began to brew with the smell of conspiracy.

The army continued to advance.

Unknowingly, they had walked another hundred kilometers and a huge mountain appeared in front of them.

There was a wide open space at the foot of the mountain, and a bamboo house made of mountain bamboo came into view.

There were a few acres of farmland around the bamboo house. This field had obviously been carefully taken care of. All kinds of vegetables, melons, and fruits were planted. Some had already borne fruit, some had bloomed, and some had already sprouted.

On the side, there was a mu of rice field, where a special kind of rice was planted. This rice was close to ripening, and the rice that grew was different from the rest. There were actually smiling faces on these crops.

The smiles on these faces were very bright. It was as if one could hear a burst of crisp and sweet laughter reverberating in the paddy fields, giving people an inexplicable joy. It was the joy of harvest.

It was obvious that this was no ordinary rice.

In front of the bamboo house, a skinny old man in coarse clothes and sackcloth was carrying a hoe on his shoulder. He was constantly hoeing on the barren land in front of him, renewing the wasteland and reclaiming new fertile land.

This was completely like an old farmer doing farm work. His face was still filled with yearning for life and imagination for the future.

“Country Lord, there’s a huge mountain in front. At the foot of the mountain, a bamboo house and a farmer is plowing the fields. He looks like a human, but it’s just a single house. I can’t see any other houses or buildings.”

A scout immediately came to report.

Li Xiang had already seen the situation in the distance.

“There’s something strange about this place. There’s actually a bamboo house in the wilderness, and there’s even someone who plants melons, fruits, and vegetables. If it was normal, he would have been eaten by the fierce beasts or evil spirits or killed by the demons beasts, and foreign races. To be able to survive until now under such circumstances, I’m afraid he’s not simple.”

Ye Qiu took a step forward and said. He felt that there might be something fishy.

“It’s a little fishy. Ordinary farmers can’t survive here. It can’t be done no matter how lucky you are!” said Zhao Yun as he shook his head.

The probability of relying on luck was too small, so small that it could be ignored. It did not make any sense at all.

“It’s not early now, and it’s not suitable to march at night. Don’t get close to the bamboo house. No matter who it is, there must be a reason since he can survive in the wilderness. There are foreign races everywhere, and they will likely attack in the dark. If we get close to the bamboo house, we may bring bad luck to the other party. Let’s leave this place. Continue to move forward to find the next camp.”

Li Xiang looked up at the sky. It was almost evening.

There were too many uncertainties when marching in the dark. It was better to find a place to set up camp and wait for dawn.

He took a deep look at the bamboo house and the old farmer in front of him who was working hard to plow the field. He waved his hand and was about to continue moving forward.

Suddenly, a voice rang in everyone’s ears.

“Generals, it’s been tough marching. Come and drink some spring water to quench your thirst and get rid of your fatigue. My spring water is very sweet.”

The old farmer looked at Li Xiang and the others. He smiled and shouted.

He did not seem to be afraid of the army in front of him at all.

It was unusual.

A thought flashed through Li Xiang’s mind. Which ordinary farmer would dare to invite an army into his house? Was he not afraid of setting a fox to keep the geese?

There must be something wrong with this abnormal situation!

“Should we go over?” Ye Qiu slightly frowned and asked Li Xiang.

“Let’s go and meet the old farmer.”

Li Xiang took a deep breath and made his decision.

Since he had already invited them, there was no reason to refuse. He was quite curious about the old farmer. Of course, if he could confirm that he was a human, he might take him away. This place was too dangerous, and it wasn’t a suitable place to stay for long. He would die at any moment.

“Generals, come and drink some water. This is spring water from the mountains. It is refreshing and sweet. I don’t have much, but I have enough water. Don’t worry about what I’m up to. I just see that you all are exhausted from fighting. Drink some water, eat something, and rest for the night. You’ll be as good as new tomorrow.”

The old farmer grinned, and his wrinkled face was a little dark as if he had been tanned under the sun. Although his palms were a little dry and thin, they looked very strong. He must have been trained in doing farm work.

Li Xiang took a look at the stream beside him. It was indeed spring water from the mountain. The water was still flowing, so the possibility of poisoning was very low.

“Zhao sheng, take some men to get some water. Don’t waste this old man’s good intentions.”

“Zhao Yun, arrange some men and prepare to set up camp. We’ll rest for a night and continue tomorrow,” said Li Xiang with a faint smile.

“Yes!”

The two men replied and immediately began to make preparations. They led their men to fetch water and set up camp.

“Uncle, may I ask what’s your name? Why are you here? Aren’t you afraid of encountering fierce beasts and foreign races?” Ye Qiu stepped forward and asked with a smile.

“My surname is Nong, I’ve long forgotten my first name. Everyone used to call me the old farmer. I’m just an old farmer anyway. I don’t have any other abilities but only know how to farm. There are food and shelter here, and I’m self-reliant.”

The old farmer chuckled as if he wasn’t on guard at all.

He answered whatever was asked, chuckling and not caring at all.

Soon, Zhao Sheng and his men retrieved the spring water from the stream.

The spring water was extremely clear.

When he returned, he hinted to Li Xiang that there was nothing wrong with the water and that it was drinkable. Furthermore, it was extremely sweet and delicious.

He picked up a water ladle and drank it without hesitation.

It was clear and sweet.

This mountain spring contained a unique Spiritual Qi. This Spiritual Qi could make the entire body’s physical and mental fatigue disappear completely. It could even make one’s vitality soar instantly.

This wasn’t any ordinary mountain spring water. It was the spring water of spiritual spring.

“My wound has healed!”

“The fatigue in my body seems to have dissipated, completely gone. It was as if I have instantly returned to my most perfect and peak state. It’s amazing! This spring water is amazing!”

“Great! My essence, Qi, and spirit have completely recovered. This spring water is not much inferior to the water in our Moon Well.”