Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm - Chapter 577

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jiang He was curious.

Were outside forces supposed to affect the world in his body?

“The world in my body is a world of its own… How much power does it take to actually affect me? Could Saints be fighting out there?”

Jiang He looked out from his own world to find the Sky Horse constellation a mess. Various innate paragon treasures collided, and the cosmic reaches were now dimensional turbulences.

As such, Jiang He was shocked.

What on earth was going on?

Why did they start fighting for no reason?

He took a deep breath, holding back the impulse to join the fray and muttered, “I’m too weak right now, and wouldn’t be of help even if I go out now!”

“But maybe I could contribute a little after I digest all the resources I have right now!”

After all, he had plundered many resources in this outing, and he was naturally also under the impression that ‘plunder’ was not the right word.

Be it the Bloods, the Sky Horses, or the Insectoids, he had a grudge to pay on all them.

The Demi Saints of the Bloods and the Sky Horses had tried to hunt him down, not to mention that they were the vassals of the Gods and Demons who had killed many Three Realms immortals each year in the battlefields for the Golden Immortals, True Immortals, and Heavenly Immortals.

Plunder was therefore an ugly toward a hostile race.

Now, the continental plates he moved from the Bloods hovered at the edge of the river of stars. Cities where billions lived stood upon them, as it was the heart of the Bloods’ existence. Those who lived there were either rich or noble, and naturally would have acceptable scores of treasures.

It was therefore only natural that the Blood God Palace was the place Jiang He prioritized, being the ancestral grounds of the Bloods and describing their place of origin.

The enormous palace was itself a great treasure, which the patriarch of the Bloods brought back from the depths of Chaos. That patriarch was himself a powerful Saint who ruled over worlds, though pitifully met his demise while exploring the depths of Chaos.

And now, the leaders of the Bloods dwelled in the palace, where their treasured legacies and their most valuable vault was kept.

It should be known that every being in that continent on the continent who were less than immortals had not sensed what happened. Those above that tier—especially the leaders—could not sense the Dao they were familiar with after the continent was moved inside the world in Jiang He’s body. Some elites actually tried to fly out to see what had happened, only to be ambushed by elites from the beyond.

Those so-called elites were naturally Dumbo and the others.

At a thought, Jiang He’s World Strength swept over them and instantly wiped out every being on the continent, draining their lifeforce.

“Go, take every last piece of treasure from the continent and dump every Blood corpse above Golden Immortal into the dirt—I mean, among the stars—and cremate those beneath Golden Immortal.”

“Yes, Master!”

While the many Demi-Saints acknowledged their orders, Jiang He took Dumbo and the others and headed to Sky Horse Star, which was surrounded by innumerable continental plates.

Unleashing World Strength again, he wiped out all beings on the planet and ordered Dumbo and the others to clean up the battlefield.

At the same time, he went off to make inventory of the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint’s treasure vault.

“The Insectoids are so poor!”

Jiang He was very disappointed after scrounging the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint’s vault and could not help complaining about it. “That wretch may be a Saint and is supposed to be richer than that penniless Zhao Gongming. These treasures would definitely be dwarfed by the Daoist of Many Treasures’ collection… just as expected of one of the weakest Saints existing.”

As a matter of fact, there were just a few acquired soul treasures and one dozen of premium-grade immortal items inside the treasure vault of the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint—the rest was trash.

Jiang He offhandedly threw the acquired soul treasures and premium-grade immortal items to outer space.

Soon, Dumbo, Trumbo, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers returned to his side.

“Master, we dug three feet into the entire planet and passed all treasures to Trumbo, who is now making inventory.” Dumbo ran up to Jiang He, reporting while trying to curry praise. “There are over fourteen hundred corpses of Sky Horse elites, six being Demi-Saints and thirty-seven being Grand Luo, whereas the rest are all Golden Immortals.”

“There are so many?”

Jiang He was taken aback since there weren’t that many Demi-Saints or Grand Luo Stoners.

Though the Sky Horse Star was the Sky Horse’s seat of power, but there must be Demi-Saints and Grand Luo of their kind who weren’t there—six Demi-Saints and thirty-seven Grand Luo wouldn’t be all they had.

“I guess they really were a race who once had a Saint, since their strength certainly surpasses that of average races… The Sky Horses probably wouldn’t lack treasures, so wouldn’t it be a waste of time to have Trumbo make inventory?”

With that, Jiang He simply ordered Trumbo to dump every medicinal pellet, mystic treasure, and novelties up to the river of stars.

After that, the Stoner Patriarch and the other Demi-Saints returned to Jiang He.

The Bloods only had two Demi-Saints and seventeen Grand Luo. Their treasures were clearly fewer than the Sky Horses as well, which is why Jiang He simply gave them the same order.

Soon, vague radiances shone among the stars, and those ‘seeds’ soon began to change form.

Jiang He looked closely at the sight before him…

Before this, he wouldn’t be able to see the seeds taking root and growing, but now… Jiang He realized that those seeds were enveloped in a vague radiance of World Strength.

The reason those crops were altering so mystically was because of the World Strength’s blight and alteration.

“How…”

“My Farm was just one Mu and three hectares, or was it capable of generating World Strength at the start?”

It was simply illogical, but since there was no logic to be found there, Jiang He gave up on thinking.

Soon, he noticed that, aside from the crops and the World Strength glowing slightly around it, the flow of time had altered drastically as well.

“Temporal acceleration!”

“Moreover, the time around the crops were accelerate at least several thousand times compared to the outside, even ten thousand times…”

“Huh?”

Jiang He stared at the crops and suddenly gasped in surprise before freezing up.

An instant passed, but it was no different from ten thousand years passing by.

Jiang He suddenly laughed out loud at that.

“Time… Time…”

He reached out and took out a newborn unicellular organism from the planet.

After that, space and time rippled and warped around his fingertip. As if an acceleration button had been pushed, the organism quickly evolved and became a fish.

Jiang He laughed at that. “Since you proved that I’ve grasped Temporal Dao, I’ll grant you providence.

With a wave of his hand, the Chaos at the edge of the world in his body abruptly churned.

A strand of Violet Qi floated toward them from it, and it entered the fish entirely.

“…”

Jiang He blinked.

Whoa!

“What’s going on?”

“I merely thought about it and waved my hand offhandedly… and a Blessed Violet Qi flew out?”

Taishang Laojun had told him that no one could become Saint with the scarce resources available across worlds at the moment. With most Blessed Violet Qi gone, he would need to try his luck in the depths of Chaos…

Jiang He strode out to the edge of the world in his body.

He watched the Chaos churn before him, musing for seconds before reaching out and gently plucking it.

Chaos was torn apart.

And within… Violet Qi surged!