Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Chapter 339: Planting A Sun?

Wang Hou arrived excitedly but left in melancholy.

On the way back, Lin Tianzheng saw through his thoughts and asked with a smile, “Are you worried that Earth would be a mess when the immortal sects and demonic sects reveal themselves?”

Wang Hou nodded and sighed. “With our little bit of ability, we won’t even count as a force amidst the chaos. According to what Jiang He said, the respective secluded sects have their own cultivators, whose abilities range from Yuan Spirit, Convergence, Sufferance, and even Mahayana, the last of which is close to immortal sects.”

“You and me, being Void-tier in martial arts cultivation, would only be equal to True Child in immortal cultivation. Any immortal sects or demonic sects just have to send some of their elites to overwhelm the Hua Nation.”

Lin Tianzheng could not say anything for a long while.

It was only afterwards that he said, “Those immortal sects and demonic sects possess histories that extend over thousands of years, and their elites have only reached their current level after hundreds or thousands of years. Even though I myself have cultivated over two hundred years, how hard it was to cultivate with the environment in the past. Yuan Qi was drying up across the world and reaching grandmaster was incredibly difficult, let alone divine-tier.”

“Still, that does not amount to much. Our cultivation is improving by leaps and bounds with the Revival of Qi and as long as we get enough time, would it be that hard to surpass those antiques that are too old to die?”

“Minister Wang, you are just over forty and had depended entirely on yourself when you started cultivating. With your talent, your current level would be unimaginable if you inherited a complete legacy and is taught by a famed instructed.”

Ling Tianzheng added, “In fact, your cultivation has surpassed mine now. Give it time, and surpassing those antiques would be easy.”

“That’s for sure!”

Wang Hou smiled coolly. “Give me another ten years, and what would the immortal sects and demonic sects amount to if they revealed themselves? I am cutting them all down if they dare to cause trouble then!”

In that very moment, Wang Hou’s confidence and imposing air was the exact same after he ascended up to Void-tier and kicked down the Tantra Sect’s front door.

“That’s the Minister Wang I know.”

Lin Tianzheng chuckled. “Now that we have Jiang He with us, the immortal sects and demonic sects would never dare to show themselves. Just keep calm and cultivate, Minister Wang, and leave promoting immortal arts to others.”

On the other hand, Wang Hou spaced out.

He rolled his eyes at Lin Tianzheng.

Screw me!

Are you even consoling me here, Old Lin?

You must be annoying me on purpose...

Jiang He, Jiang He...

Come to think of it, what is that kid’s current cultivation now?

Jiang He was younger than Wang Hou, and was just around rank three or four around three months ago according to the information gathered by the Martial Arts Department.

Not even cultivating by riding a rocket progresses that quickly, does it?

***

In the bathing pool on the third floor of Jiang He’s mansion, Jiang He was having a soak while enjoying his maids’ massaging on each shoulder, and was relaxing so much that every sweat pore was widening.

After his bath, Sora even offered to give him an oil massage.

“Oil massage? What oil?”

Jiang He refused immediately since he still had to go farming—where would he get the free time? Still, he could not help feel curious about oil massage and tried it a little anyway, and that lasted several hours, with the sun setting by the time he left the mansion and stepped out into his farm.

The skies in the farm were a dull gray.

“It’s night soon, and there should have been a moon shining right now.” Jiang He sighed emotionally, only remembering then that he got a sun from the Taixu with a trade, and it was inside his System Backpack all along but he did not remember enough to plant it.

With that, he promptly took out the scarlet sphere that resembled a glass orb and planted with a pack of Mysterious Soil he redeemed.

After that, Jiang He took out 5,000 mediocre-grade spirit stones and 500 superior-grade spirit stones, planting everything.

“It’s time to level up my farm after earning this final wave of Farm Points.”

Jiang He thought to himself, and took out his spoils from the Penglai Sect.

He did not look closely at the broken mediocre-grade and superior-grade sage items and simply dug holes to plant them. However, he did look closely at the premium grade sage-tier combat garment, where only its trousers were left after being burnt by the searing heat unleashed from the exploding Doom Shrooms.

However...

He could not see a thing.

Only the trousers were left. It would be weird if he could see anything!

Jiang He hence planted the trousers and smiled. “That premium grade sage-tier would be strengthened through planting up to demi-immortal item. When that happens, I would have the Mosquito Cutter for attack, the demi-immortal combat garment for defense. I could also strengthen the Clear Sky Mirror into an immortal item too...”

Simply put, he would be unmatched!

Of course, Jiang He would not be unmatched in the truest sense of the word since there were a lot of secluded immortal sects, demonic sects, and ancient daemon cultivators. If their Mahayana-tier elites actually joined forces to do him in, Jiang He might not be able to fight them off.

“That is why I must not put off the Nine Heavenly Stars Body Formula. The template for being a sword cultivator is being weak in defense, and it is not same even if I have a demi-immortal item protecting me. The best way to go about this is to directly improve his physique to demi-immortal level, and when that happens, the Mahayana-tier elites would need an immortal item, or they would only scratch my skin at best even with a full-powered blow...”

Of course, Jiang He was a person with a sharp sense for danger.

He would not goof off just because he had become unmatched.

After all, according to most novel plots... the main character would never become invincible so easily—how is the author supposed to continue writing if they become peerless so easily?

Or what, are they supposed to write plots about urban life, show-off, face-slapping or cliché harems every single day?

Who would read that...

“The Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s Jin Sidao had mentioned it: the immortals left earth to journey across the stars, and they might return after Spirit Qi is reinvigorated to a certain extent.”

“Moreover, the hundred extraterrestrial races that once invaded earth might get a brain stroke some day and come back as well.”

Jiang He could not help feeling a headache at the very idea.

Would he ever get another day of pace if this was the case?

“Whatever...”

“Overthinking does not help. What goes around comes around—could I even stop the immortals from returning?”

“How could I deny the extraterrestrial races a fight if they wanted one?”

“Eh?”

Jiang He suddenly gasped in surprise then and blinked. “I can’t stop the immortals from returning since they are Earthlings returning home, but why can’t I stop the extraterrestrial races?”

“If I attack first and killed all their elites so that they remain leaderless and caught in civil strife, would they have the time to attack Earth?”

Jiang He thought to himself then, and calculated the possibility of his plan...

“Taking the initiative to attack and wiping out their elites is definitely a perfect plan. However, the Hundred Races would definitely be very powerful since they could attack Earth even in the age of immortals, and my ability is still lacking a lot at the moment.”

So, the question returns to the original point.

Nothing could be done if one was weak.

“Sigh...”

Jiang He took out the Clear Sky Mirror he almost cut in half, dug a hole, sprinkled a pack of Mysterious Soil over it before burying and watering it. After that, he could not hold back a sigh. “I’m still too weak. If I were powerful enough, I could stay at home while punching the Hundred Races’ elites to death from across the universe. When that happens, would they dare to invade Earth even if they had a hundred more guts?”

After planting the Clear Sky Mirror, the scarlet glass orb that he had planted first was already sprouting. Two fresh leaves grew out of the ground and was rapidly growing into a small shoot.

Jiang He went up to check and realized in surprise that the tree was...

“Is that a Sang Tree?”

“I remembered eating the mulberries from a Sang Tree and seeing it before...”

The Sang Tree continued to grow until it became three meters tall after only an hour. There was also a fist-sized bud on its thickets tree, which began to blossom into a small fruit.

Jiang He saw that it was spherical when he looked closely.

Curiously, however, the little fruit turned from green to red as it became larger, after which it shone in red light, and one could even feel a searing heat from it.

Jiang He’s eyes widened...

What the heck.

The sun of the Taixu Sect was a mystic treasure, but it was a mediocre-grade sage item, and not an actual sun!

I was just planting it to strengthen it, and now...

It has grown into a real, miniature sun?

“No way! Planting a sun?”

Jiang He felt that his imagination was broad enough. Even so, he now realized that his imagination was limited by what he saw—if suns could be planted, would he not be able to plant an Earth if he dug out some dirt?

“Hold on...”

“The Sang Tree?”

“More like the Fusang Tree...”

“According to myth, the sun is an incarnation of the Golden Crow, and the Golden Crows lives beneath the Fusang Tree...”