Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Chapter 477: Denying Others Any Chance!

Chapter 477: Denying Others Any Chance!

According to the tier grouping in the new martial arts system Jiang He had created through the Martial Scripture, the seventh tier was Convergence, where one refined all godly techniques cultivated before. It was considered an induction and tidying of the sixth tier.

At the jingle of a System Notification, Jiang He’s aura quaked and he promptly ascended up to full-fledged Convergence.

His Cinnabar Fields slowly turned.

Like a nebula that surrounds a planet, the 108 seeds of godly techniques were each shining in mystical luster like a star within a nebula.

And as the nebula accelerated, Jiang He’s Cinnabar Fields shook rapidly.

Of course, this level of shaking was insignificant to Jiang He.

He reveled in that energy and turned toward the gaping Wang Hou, somberly saying, “Minister Wang, remember to remind martial artists when you promote Martial Scripture that they must hone their bodies. A heavy toll would be imposed upon the body when the seeds combine into one, and people with weak physiques would blow up and die if they are not careful.”

“No... when it comes to this shaking, not even Mahayana-tier cultivators can withstand it. Could martial artist develop such a powerful physique before reaching Convergence?”

Could it be that my cultivation manual was a failure?

Average martial artist would have difficulty cultivating it, would they not?

Jiang He was a little disappointed just then.

Still, he soon remembered something in the next instant and quickly said, “Oh, wait... I condensed the seeds of 108 godly moves, and maybe that’s why the force of the fusion is a little stronger. People with fewer seeds would not have to deal with such a burden... Ah, I got it!”

“For normal martial artists, they would have to progress sequentially so that their seeds would fuse together one after another, so what I am doing is much harder since I am instantly fusing 108 seeds.”

Having realized that, Jiang He could not help breathing a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, his metamorphosis upon reaching Convergence-tier was occurring rapidly.

Around two minutes later, Jiang He realized there was a paper talisman inside his Cinnabar Field.

Complex markings that glimmered in faint unordinary light were labeled upon it, and it was fused from 108 seeds.

Jiang He sensed his current condition, and shook his head with a bitter smile, saying, “It seems that cultivating up to Convergence-tier doesn’t strengthen my overall fighting ability... perhaps because my cultivation as a full-fledged Grand Luo is too high.”

He looked at Wang Hou and said, “Anyway, I’ve tested it, Minister Wang. Convergence-tier works as well, but just remember not to fuse those godly techniques when cultivating. Cultivate sequentially or you could blow yourself up.”

Wang Hou was unsure what to say just then.

Lighting himself a cigarette and having two puffs, Jiang He said, “Alright, let’s proceed to the next tier...”

Ooom!

His body twitched as his aura changed once again. The Cinnabar Fields within his body altered once more, and the paper talisman, which was just condensed and still piping hot, blew up with a bang.

What the hell!

Jiang He coughed a ring of smoke and exclaimed in shock. “That’s interesting... Actually, Minister Wang, this tier is not at all different from the last, and you shouldn’t be in a rush. The paper talisman would turn to Martial Golden Pellet and must be fully dismantled and then fully condensed... Otherwise, even a Mahayana cultivator would die once the paper talisman blows up... of course, a paper talisman with just a dozen godly moves would not be that powerful even if it erupts.”

Meanwhile, his own paper talisman which had blown up was rapidly reassembling, turning into a golden, gleaming Martial Golden Pellet that floated in Jiang He’s Cinnabar Fields.

Jiang He leapt up to the horizon right then, and called out, “Minister Wang, come, let’s head to the wildlands to test the power of the Martial Golden Pellet.”

Wang Hou promptly came to his senses then and followed.

His head, however, was caught in a storm...

What the heck is going on?

Even if you were the one who created the Martial Scripture and developed a new martial arts system, things are not that outrageous, is it?

Leaving aside the first few tiers which had completely diverged from the old martial arts system, the changes were not that major overall, and it was only reasonable that one could ascend rapid... that was the case for Wang Hou himself too.

Even if the new fifth martial arts tier, the Yin-Yang-tier, was quite different from the martial arts system from before, Wang Hou himself had cultivated it. With his background, creating this level of godly martial arts was basically easy, but he would have trouble cultivating 108 godly martial arts in under half a month, let alone progress to advanced tiers.

In a flash, he followed Jiang He to the wildlands.

Taking a look at Jiang He who was still marking while his body flickered with the energy spilling out of his body after his ascension, he breathed a long sigh amidst his bitter thoughts, and muttered, “Why would I compare myself to this freak?”

“He started from nothing a year ago to cultivate and become a full-fledged Grand Luo. Am I not just gathering problems for myself if I compared myself to him?”

With that thought, Wang Hou felt much relieved. At the very least, he did not have to feel so troubled upon seeing Jiang He ascending his martial arts tier as if it was eating and drinking.

And right now, Jiang He’s focus was completely placed upon the Martial Golden Pellet he had cultivated just now.

The Martial Golden Pellet was the eighth tier in martial arts.

According to his inspiration when he first wrote the Martial Scripture, the Martial Golden Pellet would be equal to the cultivators’ Sufferance-tier. After he cultivated it, however, he realized that the combat ability of a Martial Golden Pellet would absolutely best a Sufferance-tier cultivator.

“In Martial Golden Pellet, one fuses all they’ve learned in a single golden pellet, and one can instantly unleash one’s most powerful blow in a fight. For cultivators, however, Sufferance is more a transitional tier, and the increase in their combat ability is not significant compared to Convergence. They would also be clumsy in a fight and would never dare to fight at full strength.”

Jiang He knew the Sufferance-tier very well.

A Sufferance cultivator could draw Thundercloud Retribution upon fighting at top strength, or bring forward the arrival of their Thundercloud Retribution.

It would be alright if they only had to face their Thundercloud Retribution earlier than planned, since they just had to prepare themselves after the battle, and there was a chance they could survive... On the other hand, how were they supposed to fight if the Thundercloud Retribution arrive in the middle of their fight?

The Thunderbolts of Retribution would kill them right there and there.

It was also why members of the various immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemonic cultivators whom were out and about would tend to be Yuan Spirit or Convergence-tier, and rarely would Sufferance-tier cultivators go anywhere there like.

Ooom!

A Martial Golden Pellet abruptly flew out and hovered above Jiang He’s head.

At his thought, the walnut-sized Martial Golden Pellet shone with dazzling radiance, where 108 godly martial arts had interweaved inside, all of them released instantly and shooting forward!

In that very moment, the world before Jiang He was absolutely colorful.

Sword Qi rushes to the skies, air blades overflowed, thunderbolts struck from above, and earthen fire ignited from the ground below...

Kaboom!

It was like a hydrogen bomb detonating.

In front of Jiang He, his Golden Pellet first struck a lake and blew it up, followed by many mountains in the distance left crumbling in its wake. The world was shaking, and after the godly glow faded, a blank area that was over 25km long and 15km wide appeared before Jiang He, as nothing survived in every corner where his godly martial arts reached, leaving only charred ground.

Wang Hou’s pupils constricted.

The eighth-tier of Marital Arts was equal to Sufferance-tier.

Jiang He’s attack, however, would even kill a Mahayana cultivator, let alone a Sufferance cultivator.

“That strike could match a Heavenly Immortal!”

Wang Hou knew for certain inside his head.

On the other hand, Jiang He’s expression changed, and the cigarette he was puffing dropped to the ground. He could sense that his Cinnabar Field was already empty, as the instant unleashing of all 108 godly moves had drained it dry.

Immortal Yuan Strength surged and was infused into the Cinnabar Field, hence rapidly converted to Gang Qi.

Jiang He felt around his body and said, “It appears that Martial Golden Pellet has its shortcoming. Though one could fight at top power for an instant, the cost is severe. My one strike just now drained out even the Gang Qi which I had just cultivated, so do remember to caution future martial artists not to do that, Minister Wang.”

On the other hand, Wang Hou mused to himself for seconds before saying, “Is that not because you have cultivated too many godly moves, Jiang He?”

Jiang He did a double take.

That seemed to have been the cause.

The more godly moves fused into the Martial Golden Pellet, the stronger the power one could unleash, but the toll would be equally costly as well. A martial artist who had just around twenty or thirty godly martial arts, however, would only release a burst of strength on an acceptable level.

Hence, Jiang He did not fuss on the issue.

He could leave it to Wang Hou and the others to test out the finer details.

Spending another one billion points, he ascended his martial cultivation up to the ninth-tier: Firewind Trial.

Thunderclouds rolled in the skies above immediately, accompanied by endlessly flashing thunderbolts.

Winds of calamity shrieked.

Heavenly fire descended.

Jiang He punched out, destroying the Thundercloud and hence clearing the ninth martial art tier, and proceeding to Ten Millenia, the tenth tier for martial arts.

Nonetheless, his face was filled with regret after he had accomplished all that and said, “I’m sorry, I’m used to hitting Thunderclouds of Retribution and attacked it by reflex. Just now, I was trying to take it slow and weather my retribution gradually, feeling out the power of the Firewind Trial so that our successors would have some experience...”

There was another matter too, and it was the ascension just now.

Upon reaching the ninth-tier in martial arts and triggering the Firewind Trial, he naturally reached Ten-Millennia tier, meaning that he only reached the novice level of that tier since he could not use his Farm Points to ascend in time.

Hence, he spent another three billion Farm Points, improving his cultivation to full-fledged Ten-Millennia and another 10 billion Farm Points to reach the eleventh-tier of martial arts.

Looking at his System Panel, he saw that he still had two hundred billion Farm Points left.

“Keep ascending, System!”

[Ding!]

[-100 billion Farm Poitns.]

[Congratulations, Host. You have completely cultivated the twelfth-tier of the Martial Scripture.]

Oom!

Jiang He’s aura changed once again.

The twelfth-tier in martial cultivation was Grotto-Heaven.

He turned to find Wang Hou gaping in a corner and smiled. “Minister Wang, I’ve reached Grotto-Heaven, which almost equal to your martial arts cultivation... by the way, you haven’t told me whether you have a grotto-heaven, have you?”

Wang Hou was dumbstruck.

Sh*t!

This man was not letting others have a chance!