Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm-Chapter 505: Life Is So Hard!

Chapter 505: Life Is So Hard!

The vast square was silent.

The Chan Sect immortals who had what it takes to come to this square were not weak in cultivation. In fact, personal disciples such as the True Habitant of Tai Yi and the True Habitant of Yu Ding were already Demi-Saints, just as there was no lack of Grand Luo and Golden Immortals among the second or third generation disciples.

These immortals have lived for untold ages, and aside from cultivation, they would have learned other knowledge such as pellet refining, item refining, arrays, and drawing paper talismans. Even if they were lacking compared to masters of those respective crafts, they would not be lacking much.

And yet, what Jiang He had done today completely overwrote what they know about pellet refining.

This works too?

Moreover, the Body Honing Pellets were rank-seven immortal pellets... and the grandmaster pellet refinists of the Chan Sect had always been on their toes, wary that a single mistake in procedure would cause the entire pellet refining process to fail.

And now, said grandmaster pellet refinists were all showing different expression.

Some were spacing out or doubting their purpose of life, while others had dropped limply to their knees, bawling and hammering their own chest.

“How could this be?”

“Refining Body Honing Pellets need over a hundred supplemental ingredients with different medicinal attributes... spring water boiled in a simple pot absolutely would not have allowed all those attributes to fuse perfectly!”

Elder Potion Dust’s eyes were aimless.

Then, he turned towards Dumbo, Trumbo, the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, and the rest.

They had now divided themselves to six groups of three.

One member would be scooping out the medicinal mixture to pour into the mold.

Another would condense the pellet with frost before carelessly shaking it, and dozens of rank-seven Body Honing Pellets would be finished.

The last member was naturally in charge of gathering the pellets.

Everything was done in around 30 seconds.

And counting in that there would be an average of 30 Body Honing Pellets poured out from each mold in 30 seconds, it meant that there would be 360 pellets refined in a minute.

Staring at Dumbo and the others stonily, Elder Potion Dust muttered, “Impossible, this is not how pellets are refined.”

Suddenly, he dashed forward as if crazed and snatched a ‘popsicle’ pellet from Dumbo’s hand before crunching down on it.

Standing where he was and feeling the medicine take effect, he snatched another Body Honing Pellet from Trumbo and munched down on it as well.

After that, he stood motionless.

Seconds later, tears overflowed from his cheeks and he bowed deeply toward Jiang He, saying, “Forgive our shallow eyes that could not see your divine side, Mister Jiang... your pellet refinement technique is truly special, and it’s... it’s...”

Potion Dust stuttered at that.

Even if he was tens of thousands of years old, he truly could not think of the proper description for

In a nutshell...

Using a pot to refine pellets, a mixture brewed with mountain spring water...

How the hell did the hundred over medicinal ingredients for the Body Honing Pellets fuse so perfectly? Elder Potion Dust simply could not fathom for the life of him... and the finished product...

It was simply outrageous!

A cat, a dog, nine monkeys, and seven runts had actually accomplished procedures that would otherwise take him days and exhaustive effort as well?

On the other hand, Jiang He appeared a little embarrassed at Potion Dust’s perfect right angle bow, and promptly went up to help him up and say humbly, “Brother, please get up. You are my senior when it comes to pellet refinement—how could I bear a bow from you?”

Potion Dust took a deep breath. Composing his shaken Daoist heart after much difficulty, he said, “Years bear no weight to accomplishment. You are deserved of this old man’s bow, having gained such accomplishment in pellet refining at your young age.”

It was only then that the silent square turned noisy. Various voices of discord fluctuated as many Chan Sect Immortals failed to hide their shock, all of them finding it hard to accept that all they knew about pellet refinement was turned on its head.

Nonetheless, Jiang He found it a little weird to have so many people surrounding him, staring and talking about him, and so excused himself with a fist-palm salute to the Chan Sect immortals around him. “Apologies, brothers, but I have gained another epiphany towards pellet refinement. I need to meditate on it in seclusion, so I’ll be leaving to now.”

With that, he turned into a streak of immortal light, dashing to the courtyard that the True Habitant of Tai Yi had arranged for him to stay at.

Then, he let out Hu Mei, Boa Hancock, and Sora out of his Farm.

“Come, Hu Mei and Boa, massage my back and feet. Sora, brew me a cup of Tea of Enlightenment.” Jiang He lay back onto the cane chair in the yard, crossing his legs as he lit himself a cigarette while humming a tune.

He was in a good mood right now, since revamping the Body Honing Pellets recipe allowed him to find a new source of Farm Points.

Around half an hour later, Dumbo, Trumbo, the Nine Wise Rock Monkeys, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers all returned together, with Dumbo looking quite pleased. “Master, the entire mixture was made into pellets, and the 180,000 pellets are all in this Spatial Ring.”

“180,000 pellets....”

A single Body Honing Pellet earned Jiang He 50,000, and 180,000...

Only earned him 9 billion Farm Points.

Still, Jiang He could not help beaming when he remembered that he had earned 9 billion Farm Points in over ten minutes. “Not bad, not bad. I heard that the grandmaster pellet refinists of the Chan Sect could only cook 100 pellets with each cauldron, whereas I had made 180,000 out of a portion for a thousand. It’s equal to 180 pellets for each portion, and this level of ingredient would work.”

Meanwhile, just outside the yard...

Wang Hou, the True Habitant of Tai Yi, the True Habitant of Yu Ding, Potion Dust, and dozens of other grandmaster pellet refinists had just arrived outside the yard.

They could clearly hear Jiang He thanks to their cultivation even if he was not speaking loudly.

“What?”

“180 pellets...”

“That many?”

The cries of surprise promptly rang.

Jiang He turned to look at them, and was unable to hold back a frown.

This bunch... he had already excused himself by saying he was going to meditate in seclusion, and here they were to bother him?

Still, he smile and rose to meet them when he saw that there was just around ten of them, saying, “True Habitant of Tai Yi, True Habitant of Yu Ding, welcome.”

“Do come in... Sora, brew another pot of tea.”

Everyone entered the yard and chairs appeared out of Jiang He’s void storage with a nonchalant wave. He said, “Please sit, fellow brothers... it’s such a coincidence that I have something to discuss with you, True Habitant of Yu Ding.’

Jiang He had not finished when the True Habitant of Yu Ding waved and interrupted him, staring straight at Jiang He as if to see through him before asking seriously, “Did you really only cultivate for two years?”

“Yes, and?”

Jiang He nodded, considerably surprised.

That is no secret, is it?

Tu Xingsun, who is a disciple of your sect, had returned to Earth before. Does he not know anything about me?

Still, the Chan Sect immortals were stunned despite knowing that information after hearing Jiang He’s answer.

The True Habitant of Yu Ding’s mouth twitched as he smiled. “It seems that you really do carry Fortune Qi, Brother Jiang He. You must have gained some providence of a Saint to cultivate in a location where time moves quicker, yes? And your pellet refinement technique is so mystical... could you have come to obtain the legacy my martial uncle left back on homeworld?”

The dozen or so Chan Sect pellet refinists looked toward with Jiang He hopefully.

The martial uncle whom the True Habitant of Yu Ding was speaking of was universally acknowledged as the finest pellet refinist.

At the same time, he was the strongest Saint in the faction of the Three Realms, having fought off both leaders of the God and Demon race alone without being put at a disadvantage, and no one in the world would dare claim superiority over him.

“Your martial uncle?”

Jiang He was left puzzled by the question. Unable to guess who the ‘martial uncle’ which the True Habitant of Yu Ding spoke of, he asked in return, “Who is your martial uncle? I have no idea... moreover, I have never trained in area with quickened time, because I genuinely have had less than two years of cultivating in immortal arts...”

“Sigh...”

“Back then, when I learned that cultivators actually exist, I racked my brains and went on Baidu as well as Sogou just to create a cultivation manual, and only succeeded after a lot of work... I really envy disciples of Saints like you who are guided and instructed by mentors...”

“Life is so hard for untitled cultivators like me!”