Chapter 343: Give Jiang He a Fairy Maiden Around Seven Hundred Years Old?

Chapter 343: Give Jiang He a Fairy Maiden Around Seven Hundred Years Old?

Planting the thunderbolts required technique.

Though Jiang He had not planted anything like that before, he was a genuine farmer with vast… no, oceans worth of experience.

“The heavenly thunderbolts are just a form of lightning, and scientifically speaking, it is the electrons in the clouds becoming charged by the static electricity on the ground, which in turn forms an electric field. After that, once the electric field intensifies to a certain extent, electric is released in the form of plasma.”

“Such a thing planted in the ground would naturally disperse.”

“Therefore…”

Jiang He thought about it before planting the many cans and bottles.

With this, he wouldn’t have to worry about the thunderbolts dispersing.

Yawning, Jiang He was ready to go home and sleep, and harvest the thunderbolts tomorrow when he harvested the wheat that he planted all over the farm. At the same time, he was feeling impressed with himself…

Planting thunderbolts…

Wasn’t he the first in the world to do so since ancient times?

Could he really plant it?

“Would I reap what I sow?”

“Since I’ve added Mysterious Soil, would I get several superior thunderbolts too?”

“Hmmm…”

“Fat chance. Given how horrible the System is, I might get something like a heavenly thunderbolt pellet, which refines the body after consumption or turns physical form to thunderbolt form.”

He arrived at the third-floor swimming pool.

It was only in the middle of his bath that he remembered…

He had forgotten to plant the Fairy Talismans.

After all, both Sora and Boa Hancock were sufficient for cooking, cleaning up the house, and warming his bed, though they were lacking in entertainment. While Jiang He did ask Sora to entertain him once, all she could do was striptease—in what way was that entertaining?

“After I plant those seven ravishing beauties, I could have them dance, sing and play musical instruments…”

Jiang He’s thoughts went wild, and he only fell asleep around three in the morning.

He was certainly not aware that the entire Hua Nation was caught in a massive uproar because of his sufferance.

At the time, the thunderclouds had covered over five hundred kilometers, with lightning flashing and thunder cracking within. The citizens of Lingzhou City, who were the closest, could clearly feel the mysterious pressure extending from that thundercloud too.

Someone captured the image and uploaded it online.

There were also martial artists who photographed it as well and uploaded it to Warrior Home, causing a viral sensation instantly even though it was late night.

Fortunately, the Martial Arts Department (MAD) reacted swiftly, with Wang Hou immediately putting up an explanation, revealing that the thundercloud was Jiang He’s heavenly retribution. Likewise, someone had also publicized the information that martial artists would invoke heavenly retribution as well once they ascended above divine-tier.

At the same time, outside Jiang He’s house, the Thunder Talisman Daoist had whipped out his communications jade charm in his mystic ship pavilion to contact Jin Sidao, and informed him about Jiang He’s physique ascension: how his physique ascended instantly to full-fledged Sufferance simply by sitting cross-legged, and how easily Jiang He had captured the heavenly thunderbolts.

Over on the other end of the jade charm, Jin Sidao was left petrified and unable to speak for a long time.

He only came to his senses after over one minute, a rejoicing look appearing over his face then.

It was fortunate that he chose to make amends and apologize, thereby resolving the grudge between Jiang He and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect instead of listening to certain Supreme Venerable Elders, who would rather go to war with Jiang He until one of them fell, by standing guard over their own sect’s array!

Though the array could remain if that happened, there would certainly be casualties.

To tell the truth, the many things Jiang He had done had exceeded Jiang He’s common sense. Even someone like him, who had lived over two thousand years and witnessed the immortals embark upon their journey across the stars, as well as being a Mahayana cultivator who saw the rise and fall of dynasties as well as the flow of history, had not heard about any person being able to reach such a demonic level of accomplishment. Prodigies and ancient heroes? What were they compared to Jiang He, who could ascend easily as if he was just eating or drinking?

After having further exchanges with the Thunder Talisman Daoist, he then learned that Jiang He was actually ascending to help the Thunder Talisman Daoist craft Nine Retribution Talismans, and therefore went on a physical sufferance on the spot and to capture heavenly thunderbolts.

“How… whimsical!” Jin Sidao exclaimed.

Perhaps only Jiang He could do something like ascending for the sake of acquiring the heavenly thunderbolts to refine the Nine Retribution Talisman, thereby weathering the thunderbolts of retribution while capturing some?

He instructed, “Focus on crafting the Nine Retribution Talisman since Jiang He has asked you to do it. Contact us immediately if you need anything.”

“Jiang He had actually given me forty heavenly thunderbolts and asked me to refine every bolt into Nine Retribution Talismans. I could perhaps make three from each bolt, meaning that we would get a hundred and twenty talismans, though I still need a lot of other materials.”

The Thunder Talisman Daoist spoke earnestly, while Jin Sidao replied, “It’s fine. Just give me an inventory on the materials, and I’ll send someone over to deliver it in two or three days. You could use it then.”

Before he hung up, Jin Sidao thought of something and said, “Remember not to provoke Jiang He, and treat him as if he is your father.”

Thunder Talisman Daoist was speechless.

He opened his mouth, but was unsure of what to say just then.

My father…

I actually killed him directly through sheer frustration. Are you sure you want me to treat Jiang He like my father?

On the other hand, Jin Sidao promptly sought out the Ten Thousand Swords Sect chieftain after hanging up and asked him, “Are the cultivation manuals that Jiang He has asked for ready?”

There was a bad look on the chieftain’s face as he smiled bitterly. “Jiang He is too demanding, since it is no two-bit manual if it instructs in cultivation from Qi Refinist to Mahayana. We’ve only found two such manuals after searching through our collection, and I’m contacting the other major sects to see if they have collected other manuals.”

As decided before, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would not give up the cultivation manuals they inherited.

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Still, there were a lot of torn scripts even if they tried to gather the cultivation manuals, and attempting to gather several complete sets would not be easy.

After thinking about it, Jin Sidao said, “There are already two manuals compiled after searching through our stores? Well, we could deliver a third manual to Jiang He and make it a sword cultivator technique.”

“What?!”

Stunned, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect chieftain dropped to the floor, and bawled on his knees. “Absolutely not, ancestral master… our sect’s techniques should only be learned by disciples initiated into our sect. During the sect’s glory days, not even average apprentices had the right to cultivate complete sets of manuals.”

“Our inherited techniques are the foundation of our sect. Once it is given to Jiang He and spread far and wide, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would become a laughing stock among all cultivators.”

However, when the chieftain saw that Jin Sidao insisted otherwise, he promptly growled and invoked the immortals of their sect. “Ancestral Master, I’m afraid that if our household techniques are being spread far and wide among commoners, the immortals would be displeased when they return. Please reconsider, ancestral master.”

“B*stard!”

With a flick of his fingers, Jin Sidao fired a Sword Qi that sent the Ten Thousand Swords Sect chieftain flying over a dozen meters while he seethed, “You dare pressure me with the immortals?”

Rising to his feet in sheer frustration and grief, he seethed, “Where were the immortals when our sect faced destruction? Are you going to summon them when disaster looms?”

“Moreover, so what if the techniques of our sect are spread among commoners?”

“The other immortal sects, demonic sects, and ancient daemon cultivators have yet to reveal themselves and therefore can’t accept new disciples. By the time they did so, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would have filled the world!”

“Eh?”

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect chieftain did a double take.

Soon, he realized with a start and understood what Jin Sidao said then, hence exclaiming in delight, “Ancestral master, I understand now… if the commoners would promote our sect’s household techniques… then those who cultivate it would become the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!”

“Once they cultivate our techniques, they would hence be connected to our sect… We could even join forces with the various commoner factions, setting up bases and branches, while dispatching elders or Supreme Venerable Elders to instruct them in cultivation or solve any obstacles obstructing them. We could even offer some resources that aid cultivation, which would count as a master-disciple relationship…”

“Even if they have not been personally initiated into the Ten Thousand Swords Sect… they are our disciples anyway!”

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect chieftain became thrilled at that.

Jin Sidao, however, said, “We must go about this wisely, and we can only do it after Jiang He and the commoner factions give their approval. Remember, do not cause the sect’s downfall just because you want to cut corners.”

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect chieftain nodded in acknowledgement.

Jin Sidao waved him off then and said, “Just pick any cultivation manual and send it to Jiang He. Send some resources to the leader of the commoners’ faction as well, and remember that the times have change. Never presume that we are above them, for once chaos arrives, many heroes would rise among the commoners. If we could even recruit a handful of them, would we have to worry about restoring our past glory?”

With that, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect chieftain left respectfully.

On the other hand, Jin Sidao sat cross-legged in his temple while doing various mental calculations in his head, and he eventually could not help smiling bitterly. “Therefore, if the Ten Thousand Swords Sect wants to reclaim past glories… Jiang He remains the key.”

“By the way, the Thunder Talisman Daoist mentioned that Jiang He seemed quite interested in the Fairy Talisman… Our sect does have a few fairy maidens around seven-hundred years old as well, should we just send them all to Jiang He?”

***

Meanwhile, Jiang He slept soundly, and woke up at noon.

He checked the phone to find that it would soon be one, and then at the date above…

It was already the 24th of November.

“It has been three months since I’ve transmigrated?”

Jiang He felt a little emotional.

It was three months already…

He was no longer a novice of martial arts or immortal arts… and had accidentally became invincible.

“Ahem.”

“Can’t get conceited, no way… I’m now at best full-fledged Sufferance in qi-refining and physique, and I’m able to fight Mahayana cultivators with my immortal weapon. I have yet to become immortal and would not count as peerless.”

Washing up and heading downstairs, Jiang He then finished his lunch and headed out to his farm. He then realized that it was already a field of gold, with the wheat stalks each standing as tall as a human while huge wheat ears dangled from the tip, and one could tell it would be a great harvest from a single glance.

The heavenly thunderbolts he planted had budded into small trees as well, and judging from its growth rate, Jiang He estimated that they would only be ripe tomorrow or the day after.

“Does it really grow so slowly?”

Jiang He complained, and then glanced at the spot where he planted the Clear Sky Mirror, Epiphany Pellets, as well as the combat garment, which was only left with pant legs… they were growing well, though it would be two days before they become ripe as well.

“Hmm?”

Jiang He’s gaze then narrowed at the spot where he had planted the Epiphany Pellets.

Since the spirit stones planted before had occupied most of the farm, Jiang He planted the three Epiphany Pellets into a corner of the farm. However, although three shoots were growing, they had tangled around each other and fused into a single tree.

“What the heck?”

“I was hoping for two more trees and to pop the pellets while I grasped the universe. How did the pellets become a single tree?”

Jiang He was a little speechless.

Still, he could do nothing about it—he must wait until after the Epiphany Pellets started blooming.

Calling out to Dumbo, Trumbo, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, he had them harvest the wheat while he left the yard and visited the Thunder Talisman Daoist’s ship, before taking to the skies and disappeared over the horizon.

He would head to the Taixu Sect of Mount Kunlun and exchange the moon, as well as ask around about the whereabouts of any Holy Grounds belonging to the ancient daemon cultivators. With that, he could borrow two Daemonic Pellet-tier daemon cultivators from them as well as a cultivation manual for plants.

“Sigh…”

“I wonder if the ancient daemon cultivators are reasonable enough to lend me some…”