Chapter 104: Indiscriminate Reversal!
Jiang Ce spent one night using Daoist Qi to catalyze all the spiritual medicine.
However, looking at the table full of spiritual medicine, he felt that taking the medicine on the spot at that time would be a bit too flashy.
After thinking it over, he came up with a solution: he dried the moisture from the spiritual medicine, then pounded it hard with the Great Cauldron, ultimately compressing it into a black small block.
Then, he took a cup full of water and threw this black small block, about the size of a quarter piece of chewing gum, into the water. Something magical happened—
After a short soak, the black small block showed no change at all!
“Tsk.” Jiang Ce clicked his tongue: “Looks like the craftsmanship needs improvement. I guess I need to descend the mountain and find a master to research how to achieve the effect I want.”
He pushed open the window, looked at the dimly lit sky, and muttered: “One whole day should be enough, right?”
Taking advantage of the night, Jiang Ce left a note, shouldered a sack of spiritual medicine, and slipped away from the Celestial Master’s Mansion.
When Xuan Qing discovered that Jiang Ce was missing, it was already mealtime. He pushed aside the few people discussing whether Jiang Ce had rushed to his death, shoved open the room door, picked up the note on the table, and furrowed his brows tightly.
“Dear Lu Shan Sect Sect Leader, hello.
I am the Gluttonous Ghost Saint Son. Your subordinate’s performance was splendid, and I am very satisfied.
Now that you have successfully gained trust, I will inform you in advance of the next action.
Please be sure to keep this gift. My master said it would be of great benefit to you.”
Xuan Qing read it puzzledly several times but still couldn’t understand why this thing was here, and the handwriting was ridiculously ugly. If the person who wrote this note was really the Gluttonous Ghost Saint Son, it could only be said that he was definitely a fish that slipped through the net of nine years of compulsory education.
So who wrote it was perfectly clear.
Xuan Qing rubbed his brow and tossed down the note, then sighed and walked out.
Lou Leshan leaned in for a look and was astonished: “Jiang Ce, you’re playing pretty big.”
At the same time, when Jiang Ce was pulling out money to buy lunch, he touched the note that was supposed to be left for Xuan Qing and them, and slapped his forehead:
“Oh no! I left the one I planned to stuff in the Lu Shan Sect room!”
He took the jianbing guozi and helplessly sent a text to Lu Yun: “I’m descending the mountain for something. I’ll be back before the grand ceremony. Burn that note for me, don’t let Xuan Qing see it, thanks.”
He hadn’t even put the mobile phone away or taken a bite of the jianbing guozi when the call from Lu Yun came through.
Jiang Ce rationally analyzed that Lu Yun definitely wouldn’t call him proactively, which meant Xuan Qing had already seen the content of the note.
Hmm, just don’t answer it.
He quickly finished the jianbing guozi in a few bites and continued toward his destination.
Along the way, Jiang Ce urged his spiritual energy to advance at full speed. His mortal body could match a high-speed rail train. Though the consumption was huge, when he ran out of energy, he popped a pill, and in three to five minutes, his condition was fully restored.
As for why he didn’t take the high-speed rail train, it was because he discovered that every time he depleted his spiritual energy and regenerated new energy, it became more condensed.
Although the change wasn’t as great as the compression like concrete vibration in the Four Gods Hall that time, for Jiang Ce, such an opportunity was equally not to be missed.
He had made efforts for this before, but back then his spiritual energy condensation had almost reached the limit and wouldn’t budge. He didn’t know why it suddenly changed this time.
After thinking it over, there was only one possibility: the shattered Righteous Qi could let his physical ability surpass past limits.
This kind of effort wasn’t useless; it just hadn’t reached the threshold before.
Running all the way, his sixth rank well, which was already close to saturation, kept expanding and gradually could hold more well water.
And that well water, in the process of being consumed and refilled, kept purifying, finally crystallizing.
As sunset approached, Jiang Ce finally arrived at the destination.
He spotted at a glance the dwarf less than one meter tall in the crowd, acting crazy and silly in front of the camera.
Jiang Ce went forward, called him to the corner, and whispered a few words.
The dwarf shed his usual madness, his face grave, staring seriously into Jiang Ce’s eyes: “I don’t guarantee success.”
Jiang Ce pursed his lips, his brows lightly furrowed: “Just do your best. I’m your fan, I’ve followed you for a long time, I believe you have this strength!”
“Alright.” The dwarf sighed, nodding: “I’ll give it a try.”
The dwarf ended today’s livestream early and took Jiang Ce into a cave.
There were quite a few dwarfs like him inside, holding iron hammers and striking vigorously.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Ce revealed a smile of “just as I thought”: “I knew it! I knew your background wasn’t simple!”
The dwarf said nothing, pushed aside a few working dwarfs, took off his upper garment, revealing his body full of knotted muscles, picked up the iron hammer, and smashed down with full force.
Jiang Ce shouted hot-bloodedly: “Go for it! Big Brother Dwarf who makes compressed towels!”
The next morning.
Xuan Qing was anxious beyond measure, and Zhang Ze Zhi beside him didn’t look good either.
Zhang Ze Zhi had come early this morning to call Jiang Ce to prepare for the grand ceremony, only to learn that Jiang Ce had disappeared yesterday, and his phone was off with no replies to messages.
Where he went, what he was doing, when he would return—all unknown.
“He wouldn’t be worried about not being able to win, or nervous, and hiding, right?”
Zhang Ze Zhi asked with a bitter smile.
Xuan Qing shook his head, thinking to himself that he still didn’t understand him, and wanted to fling the note Jiang Ce prepared to frame the Lu Shan Sect in front of Zhang Ze Zhi and ask him: You call this nervous?
But due to various reasons, he couldn’t do that.
And most importantly, he didn’t know what Jiang Ce had gone to do either.
At that moment, Lu Yun suddenly sensed something, looked down at his mobile phone, then walked over.
“Martial Uncle, Daoist Priest Zhang, Jiang Ce says his mobile phone was out of battery yesterday, he’s now entered the border, just found a power bank, he’s having breakfast now, and will arrive soon.”
“Entered the border? What border?” Xuan Qing was baffled, and Zhang Ze Zhi was baffled too.
“I’ll ask.” Lu Yun looked down and operated.
Soon, he looked up: “Entered Jiang City territory. He said he went to Dwarf Country yesterday to find a master.”
Zhang Ze Zhi was stunned: “What Dwarf Country, what master, have you heard of them?”
Xuan Qing shook his head: “Never heard of them.”
After saying that, he helplessly told Lu Yun: “Tell him to hurry, the grand ceremony has already started.”
“Good.”
Zhang Ze Zhi shook his head, starting to feel somewhat disappointed with Jiang Ce’s reliability: “Let’s go, I’ll take you there first.”
“No other choice.” Xuan Qing sighed.
Just as Zhang Ze Zhi was leading the gatekeeper and his group toward the Back Mountain to prepare for the viewing ceremony, they heard a sound of something breaking through the air.
The group looked up and saw a Daoist priest dressed in an Eight Trigrams Daoist robe, standing on a black iron long sword, with disheveled long hair, flying swiftly on his sword.
“Someone from Wudang Mountain?” A person suddenly came to Xuan Qing’s mind, and he was immediately startled: “Wang Chu Fan?”
Zhang Ze Zhi was also somewhat dazed: “It must be him. I was curious earlier when I didn’t see him around, but it seems he’s still the same as before, single-mindedly focused on cultivation. He probably just arrived from Wudang Mountain last night.”
“Hurry up.” Xuan Qing urged.
His intuition told him that this Daoist Grand Ceremony was very likely to become extremely exciting because of Wang Chu Fan, the cultivation maniac, and Jiang Ce, the terrifying spirit.
By the time they arrived at the Back Mountain, the Daoist Grand Ceremony was just holding its traditional opening ceremony.
Due to the special nature of this grand ceremony, the ritual had been simplified repeatedly, omitting many of the past performance-like segments.
It was almost reduced to just the contents of sacrificing to the Dao Ancestor and the renowned Celestial Masters from ancient and modern times.
Even so, it still seemed somewhat tedious.
In the newly built martial arena, various sects and schools, numbering in the thousands, were dispersed by sect.
The entire venue was almost entirely occupied by Daoist priests, with only a small cluster of monks huddled together.
For the Buddhist Sect, it felt quite like being the away team at a ball game.
The representatives of each sect gathered at the viewing platform, with the Daoist Sect and Buddhist Sect clearly divided.
The Old Celestial Master and Ci En sat in the front row, silently watching the sacrifice ceremony.
Xuan Qing found an unoccupied corner to sit down, without drawing much attention.
Lu Yun kept urging Jiang Ce, but the reply he always got was “I’m on my way riding a horse.”
Qin Shen Bo and Liang Zhi Che had never seen such a grand event before and watched with great interest, exclaiming in admiration.
Lou Leshan was outputting trash again, taking a photo with the caption: The Daoist Sect plans to use Dirt Rebirth on the Dao Ancestor, collect 100 likes and I’ll live stream to stop it.
After a long time, the elaborate sacrifice finally ended, and the Daoist priests from the Celestial Master’s Mansion removed the altar from the venue.
Ci En turned his prayer beads: “Old Celestial Master, can we begin?”
“Yes, then starting from”
But before the Old Celestial Master could finish speaking, the disheveled Wudang Mountain Daoist priest named Wang Chu Fan leaped down from the viewing platform.
True Person Wang of Wudang Mountain wanted to stop him but it was already too late, so he could only say helplessly: “We’ve made a joke of ourselves.”
The Old Celestial Master also smiled: “He’s still so decisive and swift.”
Ci En was like a still ancient well, expressionless.
Wang Chu Fan stood in the center of the venue, his expression somewhat gloomy, as if very irritated inside, and he spoke in a heavy tone:
“Wudang Mountain’s Wang Chu Fan, Unity of Heaven and Man perfected, I’m in a hurry to get back to practice swordsmanship now, so no need to follow the old rules, keep everything simple, I’ll leave a strand of Sword Intent here in a moment, if anyone can stand on the Sword Intent for a quarter of an hour, then count it as my loss.”
With that said, he drew the long sword from his waist, and before the crowd could see clearly how he struck, the sword was already back in its sheath.
Then he lightly tapped his toes and rose into mid-air, actually closing his eyes and sitting in meditation.
Just as most people hadn’t reacted yet, a fissure dozens of feet long suddenly appeared in the middle of the venue, with some power existing within it, constantly shredding the surrounding space.
At a glance, it looked as if space had been distorted.
Seeing this scene, whether the newly initiated Jianghu sorcerers or the crowd of Heaven-Reaching Dharma Masters on the viewing platform, all showed shock on their faces.
Interestingly, the Jianghu sorcerers’ shock was more curiosity and amazement, but the Heaven-Reaching Dharma Masters were mostly filled with horror.
Because only those who know more understand the terror of this casually left Sword Intent.
“This is.”
The Quanzhen Sect was also adept at swordsmanship, so True Person Qin felt it most deeply; he completely abandoned his usual composure, looking at True Person Wang as if he had seen a ghost: “Communicate with God through Sword?”
True Person Wang chuckled and nodded: “He already had the foundation to promote to Return to Origin Limitless long ago, but Unity of Heaven and Man is the best time to comprehend the rules of heaven and earth, and also the hardest time to solidify, so he stayed in this realm for over a decade precisely to temper this most perfect mind-and-sword.”
The Buddhist Sect crowd, hearing this, all had unpleasant looks on their faces.
Most of them had heard of Wudang Sword Immortal Wang Chu Fan’s name and knew he would definitely make a move this time, and they had considered many countermeasures.
But in their impression, Wang Chu Fan was still the one from ten years ago who went everywhere seeking Swordsmanship masters to learn Sword Techniques, unbeatable across the world, became famous in one battle, and was praised by the ancestor of the Jiangnan Lu family at the time as a once-in-a-century Unity of Man and Sword.
Who knew that after more than ten years, he had reached the level of Communicate with God through Sword.
Purely in terms of Swordsmanship, it is divided into four layers: Sword Intent, Sword Qi Interdependence, Unity of Man and Sword, Communicate with God through Sword.
Most so-called Swordsmanship grandmasters are still only at the Sword Qi Interdependence realm, a few who achieve Unity of Man and Sword get titled Sword Immortal, like the Quanzhen Sect’s Big Dipper Sword Immortal True Person Qin, Wudang Mountain’s Martial Frenzy Sword Immortal Wang Chu Fan, and so on.
And now, purely in terms of Swordsmanship—not even mentioning cultivation—all sword wielders in the world must bow their heads before Wang Chu Fan.
For someone who has reached divine proficiency in sword arts, whether Daoist Cultivator, Buddhist Cultivator, Confucian Cultivator, or Martial Cultivator no longer matters; not to mention same realm, even if cultivation realm has the advantage, as long as it’s not an overwhelming gap, one sword down and whoever comes might fall.
A casual sword was already enough to establish his Sword God’s prestige.
“Is Communicate with God through Sword that impressive?” Lou Leshan quietly asked Xuan Qing.
Xuan Qing impassively withdrew his admiring gaze and glanced at Lou Leshan: “He could kill me with one sword.”
Several people gasped, not daring to say more.
Meanwhile, the Buddhist Sect side all showed bitter expressions.
In the face of absolute strength, all schemes are futile.
Only a shirtless monk gritted his teeth and stood up, saying to Ci En: “Abbot, let me give it a try.”
Ci En sighed: “Let’s concede this round.”
But the monk shook his head firmly: “Didn’t he say that as long as one can persist for a quarter of an hour, it counts as his loss?”
“This…” Ci En looked troubled.
To be honest, Wang Chu Fan’s arrogant words were already quite disdainful, but they had to admit that he indeed had that strength.
To fall into such a situation, even if he really held on, could the Buddhist Sect truly have the face to say they won?
Looking at the Old Celestial Master, Ci En still gritted his teeth and nodded: “Then you go and try it.”
The Old Celestial Master was somewhat surprised: “This doesn’t seem like you.”
“The matter is of great importance; we cannot give up even the slightest chance.” Ci En sighed.
The Old Celestial Master smiled mockingly: “Actually, whether the Daoist Sect leads or the Buddhist Sect leads, it doesn’t matter to me now; it’s just an empty title anyway.”
Ci En hesitated slightly: “What do you mean by that?”
“You’ll know later.”
Ci En shook his head, thinking the Old Celestial Master was just confident of victory and saying it deliberately to provoke him, so he paid it no mind.
If it’s just holding on for a quarter of an hour, Ci En murmured silently in his heart.
That monk jumped down from the viewing platform, let out an angry roar, his skin bloomed with golden light, a shadow of a glaring Buddha appeared behind him, and then a lotus pedestal appeared under his feet, tightly protecting him within.
Buddhist Charm dispersed, some Daoist Cultivators with lower cultivation immediately became entranced, as if they were about to be converted, and were awakened by the elders beside them, then looked at that monk with faces full of lingering fear and vigilance.
“Seventh-layer Grand Perfection Golden Bell Shield plus perfected Diamond Angry Lotus.” The Old Celestial Master nodded slowly: “If Chu Fan is still just at Unity of Man and Sword, I’m afraid he can’t break his defense.”
Ci En didn’t respond, watching everything in the arena.
That monk stepped on the lotus pedestal and cautiously crossed onto the crack.
In an instant, his face was full of pain, flushed red.
Only by truly facing that Sword Intent did he know the danger within.
If he was not careful, not only would his sorcery break, but his life might also be in danger.
Even so, he still persisted with effort, looked up unyieldingly, and glared at Wang Chu Fan: “A quarter of an hour!”
But Wang Chu Fan didn’t even open his eyes, just said indifferently: “You might die.”
“Then I still have to hold on!” The monk’s face was full of bulging veins, his skin like red-hot iron, yet he was still struggling to support himself.
One second. Two seconds.
One minute. Two minutes.
The monk only felt that this Sword Intent was very strange; his sorcery clearly wasn’t broken, but the Sword Intent could follow the flow of Spiritual Energy and continuously erode everything in his body.
Unknowingly, his consciousness had become hazy, and his mouth was full of the metallic bloody taste.
If this continued, in no time, his vitality would probably be completely shredded.
Finally, Ci En couldn’t watch anymore, waved his sleeve robe, and pulled the near-death monk back.
That monk struggled to open his eyes, using all his strength, and asked indistinctly: “Abbot… is it enough?”
Ci En’s face was full of sorrow, he pursed his lips and nodded: “Enough, enough, you won.”
The Buddhist Sect crowd all stood up, respectfully giving a Buddhist salute to this hero of the Buddhist Sect.
Even the Daoist Sect crowd couldn’t help but be moved.
The Daoist Priests who were cheering victoriously gradually quieted down, and all eyes in the venue gathered toward the viewing platform.
After all, all cultivators always respect the strong. In their view, even if the opponent was a monk, this spirit was equally worthy of praise.
For a moment, the venue was filled with solemn emotion.
But at that moment, a travel-worn young man squeezed out from the crowd and approached the monk on the verge of death, seriously correcting him:
“Your abbot lied to you. You only held on for three minutes. You need to hold on another twelve minutes to make a full quarter-hour. I timed it. You’re not even close.”
In an instant, all the gazes from the Buddhist Sect members on the viewing platform turned to that young man—some angry, some hateful, in any case, not very friendly.
The Daoist Sect crowd either looked up, held their foreheads, or looked away—in short, somewhat speechless.
Jiang Ce shrank behind the Old Celestial Master, pointing at the monk who began convulsing upon learning the truth, and reminded: “Don’t look at me. I think he can still be saved.”
Ci En reached out to stop several more radical monks who wanted to step forward and argue, a look of worry between his brows: “Carry him down for treatment. He can still be saved.”
The Old Celestial Master also felt a trace of embarrassment. To give the Buddhist Sect a way out and also to protect Jiang Ce, he pretended to be angry and scolded Jiang Ce: “Disciple, how can you be so lacking in etiquette?”
Jiang Ce defended himself with an innocent face: “Master, how can you say that about me? I clearly saw the Shaolin Abbot lying and thought that since monks don’t tell falsehoods, I was afraid he’d be resented by Buddha, so out of good intentions I corrected him.”
“You…” The Old Celestial Master was momentarily speechless and looked at Ci En with an apologetic expression: “Old friend, this is my failure in discipline.”
Ci En shook his head and actually bowed to Jiang Ce: “The young Daoist Priest spoke properly. It was indeed this old monk’s fault. This old monk thanks the young Daoist Priest.”
“This…”
The Buddhist Sect crowd all felt somewhat stifled, but the words were put so well that they couldn’t find any fault, so they could only swallow this mute loss.
Jiang Ce hypocritically waved his hands repeatedly: “Oh, old abbot, you’re too kind to me.”
But in his heart, he thought: Sure enough, a monk is a monk. He even has to thank me!
The gatekeepers in the back of the viewing platform were all dumbfounded, unsure for a moment whether to admire the old abbot’s flexibility or be surprised at Jiang Ce’s safe retreat.
Only Lu Yun seemed thoughtful. He’d seen a scene like this somewhere before…
At that moment, Wang Chu Fan in the center of the venue asked: “Is there anyone else who wants to try?”
Seeing no response from the Buddhist Sect, Wang Chu Fan nodded expressionlessly: “Since that’s the case, I’ll take my leave first. When you compete, don’t approach within three zhang of the rift. If you die, don’t come to Wudang Mountain to bother me.”
With that, without regard for others’ reactions, he drew his long sword and vanished into the air.
Watching his departing back, everyone was unsure how to react, just as when he arrived—he gave no one any chance to interact or even speak.
Just as the people on the viewing platform showed varied expressions, it was again Jiang Ce who broke the silence.
“How can the dead come find you? Receive a dream message?”
Facing the Old Celestial Master’s gaze that now carried a warning, Jiang Ce shrugged his shoulders and sat down with Zhang Ze Zhi from the back rows.
“This mouth of yours…” Zhang Ze Zhi muttered helplessly.
Zhang Ze Xing in front turned back: “Where did you go yesterday?”
Jiang Ce glanced at him, feeling some aversion. He usually disliked this kind of sanctimonious person, especially since Xuan Qing said this guy seemed hostile toward him in the Celestial Master’s Hall at the time, making him even more annoyed.
So Jiang Ce innocently blinked his big Katolan eyes and seriously replied: “piaochang.”
“Uh,” Zhang Ze Xing didn’t say much more and turned his head back.
Zhang Ze Zhi also had an embarrassed look on his face, not even daring to ask if it was real or fake.
Seeing several Daoist Sect representatives whose names he could call looking over in surprise, Jiang Ce smiled casually: “We’re all men, after all.”
As soon as he said this, the representatives from sects with few taboos were fine, but those from sects that taboo women and marriage felt worse than if they had eaten shit, and they all turned their heads to the side, not wanting to look at Jiang Ce even for a glance.
This brat is cursing who isn’t a man?
The Unity of Heaven and Man Realm contest ended, with Wang Chu Fan single-handedly suppressing the entire Buddhist Sect so they couldn’t lift their heads, giving the entire Daoist Sect a shot in the arm.
But this was only taking the first city; there were still contests for two more realms unfinished afterward.
The Old Celestial Master smiled and spoke: “Just now Chu Fan interrupted; old friend, do you think we should do the Sixth Rank contest next, or the Third Rank?”
Ci En was probably irritated by the miserable state of that monk just now, so he replied faintly: “If the Daoist Sect’s Third Rank doesn’t have someone as unexpected as Sword God Wang, then I think there’s no need to waste time. You and I both know that Sixth Rank is the key.”
“Hehe.” The Old Celestial Master didn’t refute; as people of the same level, there was no need for superficiality.
So he nodded: “Then let’s settle the decisive match directly and not waste time.”
“Jiang Ce!” The Old Celestial Master’s voice suddenly rose, startling Jiang Ce who was pondering where to hide the compressed spiritual medicine at the back. He looked up: “Ah?”
The Old Celestial Master’s face darkened: “The Sixth Rank contest is about to start; go down and prepare.”
“Oh.” Jiang Ce stood up, imitating Wang Chu Fan’s earlier demeanor, and arrogantly said to the Buddhist Sect representatives: “Celestial Master’s Mansion’s Jiang Ce, Sixth Rank Jianghu sorcerer. I’m in a rush now, so I won’t follow the rules. Everything simplified—whoever can take a hundred punches from me, I admit he’s formidable.”
The people from the Buddhist Sect side were all dumbfounded.
Were they being mocked?
Wang Chu Fan was one thing, but what gives you the right? Just because we didn’t beat you to death earlier?
“Admit he’s formidable”—what kind of thing is that? Can that count as a wager?
Take a hundred punches from you for nothing just for that? Who do you take for a fool?
Even though everyone was usually a big shot who dominated the scene with good demeanor, at this moment they couldn’t help but feel some anger.
Even Ci En turned back to give Jiang Ce a couple extra looks.
The Old Celestial Master was extremely depressed at this moment, tempted to slap Jiang Ce, but True Person Qin bailed him out, saying to Jiang Ce:
“Trash talk isn’t for now; save it for when you go down.”
Jiang Ce fell silent, hands in pockets, striding down with a stride that recognized no kin.
Then the crowd of big shots heard Jiang Ce’s arrogant voice from the prep room below the viewing platform: “Whoever can take a hundred punches from me, I admit he’s formidable.”
“Big Brother… our Buddhist Sect people are over there.”
“Heh, no wonder they all have hair.”
For a moment, everyone’s expressions were extremely colorful.
Most of the Daoist Sect people heard that Jiang Ce was mocking the Buddhist Sect, and many covered their stolen laughs with coughs.
The Buddhist Sect side grew even more stifled and angry.
“Your disciple has an interesting personality,” Ci En said with a smile.
The Old Celestial Master forced a smile and nodded: “He is naturally naughty. Please excuse him.”
With that, the Old Celestial Master stood up and read out the rules that he hadn’t had time to read earlier.
The people in the preparation room could also hear it.
After listening, Jiang Ce was somewhat stunned: “Anyone of Sixth Rank can fight, until one side has no one left who can fight? So bloody?”
A young Daoist Priest he hadn’t seen before by his side had a face full of worry: “If these are the rules, even if we can beat our opponents, we’ll probably have to continue with wheel battles. What then if our spiritual energy runs out and we can’t keep fighting?”
“No problem! Just do your best. Strive for everyone to defeat at least one opponent, and leave the rest to me!”
Jiang Ce looked toward the speaker, thinking who was acting so cocky.
With just one look, he was convinced.
Whoa, John!
Black people are all about great stamina!
The participants from other sects didn’t know John and regarded him with suspicion and observation, while the participants from the Celestial Master’s Mansion were all inspired by his words and seemed extremely confident in his strength.
“Then we’ll leave it to you, Senior Brother John!”
“We’ll do our best to clear obstacles for you first.”
This is cohesion.
Jiang Ce nodded to himself at this, looked around, found a hoe in the corner, and handed it to John.
John was talking to his senior brothers when Jiang Ce poked him. Only then did he turn around, took the hoe in bewilderment, and asked: “What does this mean?”
Jiang Ce’s eyes were similarly filled with eager anticipation:
“This way you can trigger the farming tool bond. Guarantee your combat power will soar. Go for it, I believe in you!”
This chapter was hard to split, so I just combined two into one. Thanks to Boss for the lavish reward despite everything, Boss is generous, Boss stay healthy! Love you~
