In the afternoon, the continuous wonders that flickered around Jiang He’s body finally faded after they had tea.
He counted carefully and found that he ‘passively’ founded 108 godly martial arts, each varying with strength—though the most powerful ones were connected to Thunder Dao.
That might have something to do with Jiang He’s Innate Thunder Dao Form.
“I’m right now fifth-tier in Martial Arts, equal to Yuan Child for cultivators…”
Jiang He quietly estimated and compared.
In a melee, he could instakill full-fledged True Child cultivators with his strongest godly martial arts. Moreover, he had many techniques at his disposal and endless measures, so he could leave an opponent shaking in his boots even if he was up against dozens of True Child cultivators.
“Martial artists are better in close combat than cultivators, which means if they were of the same tier, the martial artists have a higher chance of survival. Moreover, if a Yin-Yang tier martial artist cultivated dozens of godly martial arts, he could fight against up to five cultivators of the same tier.”
As for someone like him who had 108 godly martial arts?
Jiang He estimated that the difficult would be severe.
Leaving aside whether the martial arts cultivation was successful, one needed to consider if one could condense all 108 godly martial arts into seeds at the next tier, and then converge all into one at the seventh tier.
Leaving the mansion, Jiang He found Wang Hou in his courtyard, still sitting crossed legged on the ground and grasping new godly martial arts.
Jiang He chuckled bitterly and mocked himself…
Just look at the man!
That is true cultivation in its truest sense.
He, on the other hand…
“Whatever, I’ll just keep farming.”
With a helpless look, Jiang He slowly entered his farm, cutting a sorry figure.
Meanwhile, Dumbo, Trumbo, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers were all sprawled on the ground, having finally planted all three million immortal crystals from morning to afternoon. However, another batch of immortal crystals had just ripened while the remaining were just sprouting or already growing.
Therefore, while Jiang He continued plucking the immortal crystals, he scolded, “Get up!”
“What a heap of trash. Getting tired just from planting some stuff?”
“Don’t you have to pick up the immortal crystals on the ground?”
“Come here, Dumbo!”
Dumbo picked itself off the ground, and was not bothered to stand on its rear legs. It listlessly came to Jiang He, who gave it three porcelain bottles. “These are Dao Enlightenment Pellets—I got them from Lü Dongbin, plant them now!”
“Eat one and I’ll butcher you for your meat!”
After all, the Dao Enlightenment Pellets were rank-eight immortal pellets.
Jiang He was counting on earning Farm Points with these.
As he spoke, he took out another nine porcelain bottles.
Inside those were the rank-seven Body Honing Pellets he traded with Tu Xing Sun. Eight of those bottles had ten, while the ninth only had six, making it a total of eighty-six pellets.
Moreover, according to Jiang He’s plan…
Since he would not be earning many Farm Points with immortal crystals, he just had to plant troves of medicinal pellets.
It probably would earn him a good amount of Farm Points, and by starting with these, he could reach Demi-Saint in around two weeks.
“What a shame… I have no mentor and have only started cultivating recently. There are no powerful cultivators whom I could exchange cultivation knowledge with, and I have no idea what the attributes of Demi-Saint is… Perhaps I should make time to create another cultivation manual, and I could reach Demi-Saint pinnacle with enough Farm Points earned.”
“Of course, I can’t fall behind in my martial arts cultivation either.”
“I would simply have to tire myself out a little and stay at the farm more…”
With the immortal crystals all gathered, Jiang He turned to look at Dumbo, who was supposed to plant the Dao Enlightenment Pellets and Body Honing Pellets, and could not help exploding in rage and roaring, “Stop!”
Whoosh!
He arrived in a flash beside Dumbo, who was left shaking in fear, spilling half the pack of Living Soil of the Nine Heavens.
Jiang He felt as if his heart had been stabbed. Seizing the pack of Living Soil of the Nine Heavens, he roared, “You doggone thing! Don’t you know how expensive a pack of Living Soil of the Nine Heavens is?! Why would you trash on pellets like these?”
Dumbo stammered for half a day, keeping its head low and muttered, “But Master, I am a dog.”
“You…”
Jiang He kicked it into the dirt and turned to leave.
Though the Dao Enlightenment Pellets were impressive and helped even Golden Immortals or Grand Luo in their grasp of Dao, they were simply rubbish in Jiang He’s perspective!
Even after being strengthened by the Living Soil of the Nine Heavens, the Dao Enlightenment Pellets would not compare to his Old Tea of Enlightenment.
In fact, his mouth was pungent with tea aroma since he was drinking that tea every day recently and getting sick of it. As such, why would Jiang He give a damn about the Dao Enlightenment Pellets?
The Dao Enlightenment Pellets and the Body Honing Pellets were merely tools to earn Farm Points with, and using the Living Soil of the Nine Heavens to strengthen them was too much of a waste.
With all of that done, Jiang He strode out of the farm again.
Just as he stepped out, Wang Hou, who had still been meditating in the yard outside the farm, was done.
His eyes flashed as he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled lengthily. Like an arrow, it shot out and destroyed a marble floorboard laid out over Jiang He’s courtyard.
Huh!
There was an awkward look on his face, and Wang Hou promptly said, “Jiang He, I’ll pay for that floorboard.”
“It’s fine.”
Jiang He smiled. “I had actually dismantled that marble floorboard out of Guanyin’s Bodhimanda on Mount Putuo. I refined a little with my technique so that it gains the attribute and regeneration from a single drop of blood. Don’t mind it—it would recover soon.”
Wang Hou’s eyes widened. He stared at the floorboard that he had destroyed and unsurprisingly, the split part of the marble floorboard began to regenerate and was soon good as new.
What the hell!
He exclaimed inwardly.
Not bothered to consider Wang Hou’s mood, he cut to the chase and asked, “Minister Wang, what do you think about the martial cultivation system I made after cultivating the Martial Scripture? Do you think it could be used on a wider scale?”
Wang Hou’s face turned somber as they returned to talking business.
Looking at Jiang He, he took a deep breath and said, “Jiang He, there are times that I really want to slice apart your head to see what’s actually inside… to think that you had really managed to create a brand-new martial cultivation system in just a few days!”
Creating a martial cultivation system was absolutely not easy.
Moreover, Jiang He was not that accomplished when it came to martial arts.
Most frighteningly, the fourteen tiers of martial arts, if workable, would allow martial artists to cultivate up to a level matching Demi-Saints in a single stroke… even if he had been the one who pioneered Martial Dao and was the patriarch of martial arts who had led it to uncharted territory, accomplishing that was incredibly difficult.
Jiang He, on the other hand, was looking calm and waved his hand. “It’s nothing to brag about. It’s a shame my cultivation is limited and I don’t know what makes a Saint, or it would have been possible to directly create a martial cultivation system that reaches up to that level.”
Noting Wang Hou’s weirded-out look, Jiang He smiled awkwardly, “Sorry, I’m just bragging. After all, it’s not that easy to become a Saint… Anyway, is this martial arts cultivation manual any good, Minister Wang?”
Wang Hou thought about it for a long while and serious said, “Promoting a brand-new martial arts system is no trifle. I have now created thirty-six, and after I get home and go in seclusion for a few days to create more, as well as cultivate to the next tier… then, I can promote it after I ensure that there are no flaws.”
“Cultivate it?”
Jiang He pondered.
Then, with a thought…
[Ding!]
[-10 million Farm Points.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have completely cultivated the Martial Scripture up to the sixth-tier.]
Oom!
Jiang He’s aura quaked. In the next instant, the 108 godly martial arts he cultivated rapidly morphed into Martial Dao Seeds.
Within the his Cinnabar Fields, the many seeds quietly hovered and appeared very normal, even though once triggered, it would erupt with a heaven-shattering strike.
“You…”
Wang Hou exclaimed in shock, “You ascended up to Deva-tier?!”
He had read through the Martial Scripture and knew Jiang He’s current level.
As Jiang He sensed his own body changing, he felt the process of his godly martial arts turning into many seeds and chuckled. “I’ve already condensed 108 godly martial arts, which is the limit… and didn’t you say we should try cultivating first to test it out?”
“With that being the case, it is only right for me, the creator of the Martial Scripture, to test the waters on behalf of everyone else.”
Kaboom!
Jiang He’s aura rapidly changed—
[Ding!]
[-100 million Farm Points.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have ascended to the seventh-tier of the Martial Scirpture.]
What the hell!
Wang Hou was stunned!
