Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

The chicken leg was cooked, but since Sixth Elder had not returned, Ma Ling carefully put the food inside a clean plastic bag.

But that was not a problem.

He was a fire-type Awakened, and could easily heat up the chicken leg even if it had gone cold. In fact, he could even have more face time with Sixth Elder when that happened.

Ma Liang continued dreaming, envisioning Sixth Elder’s high regard and henceforth reaching the pinnacle of his existence, living out his days by Sixth Elder’s side shamelessly.

Yet, Brave Star was frowning.

He had a bad feeling, and he raised his hand to look at his Rolex again by instinct.

It was now four in the morning.

He caught sight of Ma Liang with the corner of his eye then, and there was no telling what the brat was thinking with that degenerate look on his face, his thighs tightly squeezing together while his buttocks fidgeted restlessly.

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It was a rather annoying posture.

His teeth clenched, Brave Star barked, “What are you doing, Ma Liang?”

Coming to a realization, Ma Liang smiled enchantingly at Brave Star and said with his girly voice, “Lord Brave Star, when would Sixth Elder return?”

“How the heck should I know?”

Brave Star was quite irritated, and his bad feeling became even stronger.

On the other hand, Ma Liang found Brave Star’s frustration quite masculine, and kept smiling dazzlingly, “Lord Brave Star, I’m done baking Sixth Elder’s chicken leg. I wonder if Sixth Elder managed to kill that damned Jiang He…”

“Shut up!”

Absolutely furious, Brave Star slapped out from some distance away.

Pow!

Ma Liang flew backwards, puking blood when he landed.

Promptly jolted awake from his day dream, he kneeled and begged, “Mercy, Lord Grand… Mercy, Lord Grand…”

Brave Star had rose to his feet at the same time, quietly saying, “Jiang He is merely a rank five. Doesn’t Sixth Elder have this in the bag already? I’ll slap you to death if you dare to voice a single word of doubt!”

He turned and started to head out of the farmyard.

“No, I have to contact Sixth Elder!”

Brave Star whipped out his satellite phone.

Reasonably speaking, Sixth Elder was out to kill and calling him at a critical moment might affect him.

Even so, Brave Star could not care that much right now.

***

After seeing off Cheng Dongfeng and Chen Lingzhou, Jiang He moved Kun of the Left’s corpse into his yard.

Of course, he was not about to overlook the cultist’s blade.

It was an S-grade allow combat blade—its quality and finish were better than the two S-grade weapons he sold before, and it would easily fetch around forty million.

Moreover, Kun of the Left had another sixteen flying daggers with him.

Jiang He checked them: their blades were sharp and were all forged from S-grade alloys too.

“Still, these daggers are quite small and would not need much S-grade alloy as materials, although it would not be difficult for al sixteen to be sold at around ten million.” Jiang He said even as he studied the daggers, and soon started to laugh uncontrollably.

Why did it feel like the Sky Demon Cult was one of those child of wealth mascots, and came to him bringing riches?

How long had it only been?

Already, the Sky Demon Cult alone had gifted him up to three hundred-million-dollar worth of resources, and that’s not counting the merit points that the Martial Arts Department had credited him with.

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“Oh, right!”

“How many merit points do I have now?”

“And didn’t Duan Tianhe mention that Warrior Home was on its closed testing phase? He even sent me an URL invite… I could look into it.”

At that thought, Jiang He looked up to find Trumbo, kneeling in the yard and wiping its tears.

Dumbo’s remains were beside it.

Trumbo had cleaned and pieced it together so that it did not look as miserable as before.

That was when a humming vibration could be heard. Jiang He then found a satellite phone on Sixth Elder’s body after searching it for a while, and a voice spoke from the other end once he answered the call. “Sixth Elder?”

Jiang He frowned but said nothing.

At the same time, the voice from the other end continued, “When would you be returning, Sixth Elder? Is that vermin Jiang He dead now?”

“???”

Jiang He was shaking with rage.

“What the heck! What do you Sky Demon Cultists even want?!”

“Forget trying to take me out repeatedly before. Your Sixth Elder even hide out in the opposite house in the middle of the night and brutally butchered my dog. Don’t you people know shame?”

Jiang He could vaguely here the breathing over the other end becoming rapider. Just as he was about to use his ‘ten rants per second’ skill, he heard the voice speak again, and there was noticeable shaking.

“Where’s Sixth Elder?”

“Cut the crap. I stabbed him to death with my wild lashing, of course!”

Bang!

Brave Star’s satellite phone promptly dropped to the floor, its screen turning dark. He did not seem to sense that, however—his whole body shuddered as cold sweat dripped all over, whereas his limbs were turning cold and his throat running dry.

“No…

“That’s impossible!

“Sixth Elder had grasped blade will. How great is his power?!

“He was even a hitman of legends, most adept at infiltration and assassination. He could not have misfired against a rank-five like Jiang He!”

According to the information the Sky Demon Cult had secured, Jiang He was still a rank-five.

That said, one could not blame them for having weak intelligence. Jiang He’s cultivation was simply improving too quickly, and anyone else’s information gathering or updates could not catch up at all.

***

“Are they touched in the head?”

Jiang He swiftly smashed the satellite phone apart too.

‘They killed my dog, and still called to greet me? Are they trying to provoke me on purpose?’

But that did not matter.

Dumbo’s death was valiant.

It actually killed a rank-nine elite before its sacrifice, and its dog life had very much reached a pinnacle.

Getting a shovel, Jiang He went inside the yard, turning to look at Trumbo by reflex as he dug a hole.

The cat was still brushing off its tears, and was not bothered to even look at Jiang He.

“Your eyes aren’t that good, really!”

Jiang He shook his head. Dumbo would have assumed digging mode once he saw Jiang He picking up a shovel…

No.

It understood human intention, and would dig a hole even before Jiang He took a shovel.

[Day One of Missing Dumbo]

Nonetheless, Trumbo only miserably started shoveling after Jiang He threw the shovel at it.

Jiang He himself took out a handful of blended qi pellets, crunching on them as he thought, “Using an iron shovel amidst the revival of qi is a little weak. In the future, let’s see if I could plant earth-type superpowers if I ever kill an earth-type Awakened Sky Demon Cultist. Digging graves would be so much easier then.”

“Oh?”

“The blended qi pellets taste just fine. Still, one for three million bucks is still a little expensive.”

Jiang He grabbed another handful of blended qi pellets and swallowed them in a single gulp.

He was a little hungry.

What time was it?

He had forgotten his dinner just like that.

After Trumbo had dug a hole, Jiang He buried Dumbo and redeemed a pack of Mysterious Soil, sprinkling a third of its contents with the dog’s remains. Only then did he instruct Trumbo to fill the hole, pile a mound over the grave and water it.

When that was done, Trumbo found some paper out of nowhere—it was actually about to burn joss paper for Dumbo.

Blue with shock, Jiang He kicked out. Why had he not noticed how talented the feline was at acting?

“What do you think you’re burning? Go dig a hole and bury Kun of the Left… Eh?”

He suddenly gasped in surprise.

Ascension… just like that?

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He had merely been eating the blended qi pellets for supper, and he unwittingly reached rank-six pinnacle?