“The Doom Shroom?

  “Interesting!”


  Jiang He could not help chuckling as he hung up. What could he get if he planted the Doom Shroom?

  Soon, Dumbo was calling from the outside.

  “Master, master, the mung beans have bloomed!”


  Jiang He stepped out to the farm to find the three mung beans shoot having grown up to half a meter tall, each bearing a hundred mung bean pods that were over twenty centimeters long.

  There were easily over a dozen catties of mung beans here, right?

  It would last half a year even if served in porridges from time to time.

  [Ding!]

  [+1 Farm Point.]

  A single mung bean pod earned Jiang He 1 Farm Point. It was not much but better than none, so Jiang He plucked every pod off the three mung bean trees before taking one out to check.

  And once he did……

  He was dumbstruck.

  The beans inside the pods were…… weirdly shaped.

  “Damn it, why did the mung beans turn into bullets?”


  There were ten mung beans inside each pod, but each oily-green mung bean was shaped like a bullet. Having a bad feeling about it, Jiang He held one bean between his fingers and studied it closely, with a cluster of data soon popping up—


  [Mung Beans]

  [Inedible]

  [Usage: Combines functions of sword will and sniper rifles.]

  [Attribute: Triggers a violent explosion and possess powerful armor-piercing effect. Ignores target’s True Qi guard and physical defense once the armor-piercing effect is triggered.]

  Jiang He was furious.

  I just wanted some mung bean porridge. Was this necessary?

  ‘Still, does it not seem that all crops connected to beans were inedible?

  ‘After planting, peas become bombs and potatoes[1] become landmines. And now, even planted mung beans become bullets?’


  “That said……

  “The function is quite outrageous.

  “It has a powerful armor-piercing effect, that ignores True Qi guard and physical defense once triggered…… doesn’t that mean even average persons could have a shot at killing rank-nine, or even divine-tier elites?”


  Of course, divine-tier elites possess frightening reflexes and senses.

  Therefore, trying to snipe a divine-tier elite was basically impossible for a normal human. They would be noticed the instant they aimed at their target—how fast could divine-tier elites move in a split second?

  They definitely could evade the bullet entirely.

  In fact, even rank-nines could do that, let alone divine-tier elites.

  Moreover, if the bullet hits but the armor-piercing effect did not trigger, there was not much chance of killing a rank-nine or a divine-tier.

  “Of course, that also depends on how big the explosion triggered would be after the mung bean hits. Even rank-eights would survive a smaller explosion, much less rank-nines…… but if armor-piercing effects triggered and it detonates directly in the target’s body, that would be horrific.”


  Even divine-tier elites would not be that tough physically, unless they refined their body on the side.

  As such, should the mung bean bullet explode in the target’s body, they really could be blown to death if caught off guard.

  “Still, there’s no telling how high the chance of armor-piercing effect is, and whether the force of the explosion is devastating enough…… there must also be a limit to how much it ignores True Qi guard and physical defense, or it would be too scary if it has no limits. If I could get some poison from a Feral Emperor or something even more lethal and lace it on the bullets, I could kill the target with poisoning even if the explosion did not kill them.”


  Nevertheless, Jiang He did not own a sniper rifle even though the mung pea bombs were clearly sniper rifle bullets, and it wouldn’t fit the gatling gun. Hence, Jiang He gave up on testing it on himself.

  He estimated that it would not be a big deal even if he got shot since his physical cultivation was not bad, and he was tough from muscles, bone, skin down to his tiny veins.

  Each mung bean pod had ten mung beans.

  Therefore, the 100 pods on each tree meant 1000 mung bean bullets on each tree, totaling up to 3000 beans for the three trees.

  “After I’m done here, I’ll ask the military for a sniper rifle to fiddle with when I get back. I’ll try to plant the sniper rifle so that it gains armor-piercing effects as well, so that the gun and the bullet’s armor-piercing effect stack and increase in turn.

  “Anyway, I could try planting other beans to see if I get something even more powerful.”


  Jiang He thought then.

  Since there was no mung bean porridge to be had, he would just skip breakfast.

  Porridge at 11 in the morning, when it was almost time for lunch?

  “Sora, skip the porridge. Cook rice instead.”


  Jiang He told his maid before heading to the farm again.

  Inside……

  The corpse of the Graywolf King that he had planted could be harvested now.

  An ancient, powerful but small tree that was less than three meters had grown out of the Graywolf King’s grave. The tree felt as if it had grown for over centuries and millennia, with its balding appearance and handful of yellow leaves dangling.

  On the tips of the branches were three fruits.

  They appeared blackened as if rotten.

  “Why fruits?”


  Jiang He frowned.

  What the heck?

  Was the System really that whimsical?

  He would get Ferals from the Ferals that he planted before, which followed the rule of ‘you reap what you sow’. Was it therefore not bizarre that planting a wolf king got him three fruits?

  [Ding!]

  [+10,000 Farm Points.]

  Jiang He reached out to pluck one black fruit, and appeared taken aback after hearing the System Notification.

  That one fruit actually earned him ten thousand Farm Points, just like the divine-tier fruits that grew out of the Sky Demon Cult’s cardinals.

  He focused his eyes, and data appeared.

  [Condensed-Pellet Fruit]

  [A World Soul Fruit formed from the essence of a daemonic-pellet pinnacle tier daemon. Users attempting ascension to Daemonic Pellet tier gain a certain of chance of success after consumption.]

  “As I’ve thought!”


  Jiang He breathed a long sigh.

  Its effect was more or less the same as the divine-tier fruit, although the specific usage was different.

  Divine-tier fruits increase the chance for martial artists to locate and break the divine door, thereby improving the odds of reaching divine-tier fruit. The condensed-pellet fruits, on the other hand, were for daemons to increase their chance of condensing Daemon Pellets.

  Moreover……

  From what Jiang He could tell, daemonic cultivators varied from actual Ferals.

  Ferals relied on individual evolution to improve their abilities, whereas daemonic cultivators were similar to human cultivators: they cultivate Daemon Qi and condense Daemon Pellets, even understanding the path of the universe……”


  “I could save these condensed-pellet fruits for Dumbo and Trumbo…… oh, I wonder if the willow tree could eat fruits. If it doesn’t, I could keep it for the black panther.”


  Jiang He plucked the three condensed-pellet fruits and turned towards the spot where he planted the Unnamed Sword Array.

  The jasper tree was growing very slowly, and was only half-a-meter tall at the moment.

  “Maybe that’s because the Unnamed Sword Array is high-level and therefore has a longer life cycle, but there’s no hurry…… wait, what is that?”


  Jiang He’s gaze had shifted beside the jasper tree…… where bottle gourd vines were growing out of the ground.

  Yes.

  It really was bottle gourd vines.

  Having planted the Bottle Gourd Brothers himself, Jiang He naturally recognized what the bottle gourd vines looked like.

  “Damn!”


  His face turned green at that, at a loss for words and unable to decide if he should laugh or cry. “Why did the daemonic bottle gourd I plant become bottle gourd vines? What the heck…… it wouldn’t grow seven more Bottle Gourd Brothers, would it?”


  Jiang He was dumbstruck.

  Wouldn’t it be a tremendous loss if the daemonic weapon that resembled the Immortal-Cutting Flying Dagger turned into the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers?

  Most importantly……

  He already had the Bottle Gourd Brothers.

  If he got seven more……

  Jiang He felt extremely uncomfortable at the idea of fourteen brats clutching his feet and calling ‘gramps’ every single day—no, it felt like his head was about to split apart!

  Still, the bottle gourd vines were growing quickly and would soon bear fruit.

  In that very moment, Jiang He was afraid.

  Afraid that singing voices of ‘little brother, grow bigger’, ‘little brother, grow bigger’ would resound within his farm……

  And yet, even before he could really be scared……

  The seven flowers on the bottle gourd vines had wilted into seven small bottle gourds.

  Jiang He: “.……”


  Would he still make it if he plucked the bottle gourd vines now?

  [1] Potato (土豆) literally means ‘ground-bean’ in mandarin.