Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Chapter 534: The Fourteenth Tier of Martial Arts!

“Don’t be careless.”

“The patriarchs of the God and Demon races are the strongest Saints there are. They would definitely divine your whereabouts once you leave the Celestial Court and the Three Realms, and you would have a hard time stopping them with your current methods should their Demi-Saints join hands.”

Taishang Laojun appeared to think highly of Jiang He as he spoke. “Though having foreign elites who would self-destruct at your command is a great killing stroke, it only works against average Demi-Saints. The strongest Demi-Saints, however, would use their powerful mystic energies and godly techniques to nullify your move.”

Beside him, the Jade Emperor added with a chuckle, “Don’t worry, Senior Brother. Jiang He is an important guest of the Celestial Court—the Demi-Saints of the God and Demon race would never dare in a million years to charge inside the Three Realms to bother Jiang He.”

“You meant that the elites of the God and Demon races would never be able to make a move if I stayed at the Celestial Court and the Three Realms?”

“That’s right!”

The Jade Emperor was brimming with confidence. “Don’t worry, Brother Jiang He. I’ll definitely keep you safe as long as I’m around.”

Jiang He did not say anything then.

However, his mind went into overdrive.

Perhaps... he could go out for a while after planting the medicinal pellets he had?

He had not really had a visit around the celestial battlefield after arriving... he had heard that it was vast and had a few beautiful, profound natural sights.

After gifting Taishang Laojun a catty of Old Tea of Enlightenment and chatting about his experiences in farming, Jiang He then left Tushita Palace with the Jade Emperor.

***

Meanwhile, at the God Realm, a demonic cloud that blocked out the world was flying toward the Sky God Mountain, a place that represented the utmost authority of the God Realm.

The cloud landed over it and entered the Sky God Palace.

A day later...

A Saint stepped out from within the Sky God Palace then, and summoned all Demi-Saints of the God race.

At the same time, the demonic cloud had left the Sky God Palace and the mountain altogether, returning to Demon Abyss Realm, summoning all Demi-Saints of the Demon race as well.

Seven days later, most of the Demi-Saints of the Demon race has arrived at the Abyss.

A single order was hence conveyed: kill Jiang He!

The same orders were issued from the Sky God Mountain.

“Jiang He is a prodigy that has bloomed late for the Three Realms, and his life itself is truly astounding. He could well be a man of destiny... which is why he must be rooted out right away to prevent the Three Realms from getting their Seventh Saint.”

“Ask the Stoner Patriarch and the Nether River Patriarch for help. Jiang He would definitely be killed if they are with us.”

A God Saint spoke atop the Sky God Mountain.

Some of the Demi-Saints were doubtful, however—the Nether River Patriarch was an elite of the Three Realms, why would he help the God and Demon races?

“The Nether River Patriarch is born in the Blood Sea, and the Blood Sea is in turn an incarnation of a certain body part of that Transcendent elite from the Three Realms. It draws in all the blood of all living beings in the world, and is therefore the foulest place in the world.”

“And being an entity born from such a foul place, the Nether River Patriarch is born a master of blood manipulation and killing. He therefore has immeasurable bloodlust and is disliked by many elites of the Three Realms in the first place, and now he has a grudge against Jiang He... I shall visit Sura myself, and I imagine that the Nether River Patriarch would know about the pros and cons.”

***

Eight days after he met Taishang Laojun, Jiang He was sitting in the stone table of his Farm and having lunch.

“Hmmm?”

“This rice tastes good... where’s it from?”

After a few spoonfuls, Jiang He noticed that the rice was different from usual.

Over the last few years, he had always been eating Dragontooth Rice, a rank-nine spiritual grain of incredible taste. An average person would gain inestimable benefit from eating them over long periods of time, although at Jiang He’s level, all he could get was enjoyment of the grain’s texture from eating it.

Today’s rice, however, was clearly not Dragontooth Rice.

The steamed grains in his bowl were huge, round, and crystalline. The sweet aroma of the rice flowed within his mouth when he ate it, and he could even feel the presence of faint Immortal Qi.

An average person—even an average cultivator—eating it over long periods would be cleansed inwardly through the Immortal Qi contained, making it easier for them to ascend.

It was divine rice!

“Divine rice?”

Jiang He exclaimed. “It’s not bad... does the Celestial Court sells it? Dumbo, speak to Lü Dongbin later and buy several hundred thousand catties. We’ll plant them out to test it effects, and buy more if we can.”

He has a Farm, after all—should he not get some real crops from time to time?

Moreover, it would be a good method to earn Farm Points if he could earn a bucketload of Farm Points in the process.

“Oh, this vegetable is not bad as well... divine vegetables from the Celestial Court?”

“Get some of its seeds... oh, and replant some immortal fruits inside our Farm too.”

After finishing the rice, Jiang He harvested another batch of medicinal pellets and lay down on the cane chair beneath the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment, leisurely sipping some immortal wine.

An idea occurred to him then and he turned on his System.

[Cultivation: immortal arts—full-fledged Grand Luo, martial arts: full-fledged Realm King (thirteen-tier)]

[Farm Points: 103.8 trillion]

Jiang He could not help breathing a long sigh after his eyes saw the Farm Points section.

“103.8 trillion...”

It cost a hundred trillion to improve from Grand Luo up to Demi-Saint!

That was a colossal number that Jiang He had only managed to accumulated over three years after planting untold troves of crops... Truly, one would go red with tears remembering how difficult a journey it had been.

After reflecting emotionally for a long time, Jiang He thought, ‘I still have some medicinal pellets, and I might be able to accumulate up to 110 trillion Farm Points...’

‘It takes 100 trillion Farm Points to reach Demi-Saint from Grand Luo, and it appears that improving from Realm King to Eternal, which is also the fourteenth-tier in martial arts, needs that many Farm Points as well...’

‘I’ll use the Farm Points to improve myself first, and then slowly accumulate more from what I have left.’

‘But what should I improve on?’

Martial arts? Immortal arts?

Jiang He made up his mind after thinking for a few seconds and thought to himself, ‘Aren’t the Gods and Demons races coming after me? I won’t be able to fool those elites who have lived through endless eras if I improve my immortal cultivation from Grand Luo to Demi-Saint... however, if I improve my martial arts to the fourteenth tiers, I would gain advantage in close-range fights that eclipsed immortal arts...’

‘Moreover, martial arts are special in that they mainly hone a person’s body.’

“No one would notice that I have ascended if I don’t release my power... when that happens, I would be able to blindside a few Demi-Saints of the Gods and Demons races.”

On that very day, Jiang He announced that he was confining himself in his Farm.

Since his Farm was a world of its own, he would not draw outside attention no matter what he did inside.

Yes.

He would ascend quietly...

And then bring along his pets and maids to roam the stars, drawing the Demi-Saints of the Gods and Demons races to come at him.

It was exciting just thinking about it!