Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm
Chapter 495: Too Humiliating!

Chapter 495: Too Humiliating!

Deep within a temple above the borderless Blood Sea, in the Sura Realm, all thirteen Grand Luo Suras were gathered, each of them carrying overwhelming auras and extremely scary.

It was only natural that the Suras did not rely entirely on the Nether River Patriarch, as they were able to claim a realm for themselves to build an independent race after betraying the Three Realms faction. Their background was not weak at all, and even superior to that of the Sky Demons who had attempted to invade Earth before.

The Golden Immortal Sura who had returned from Blaze City was kneeling on the floor.

In front of him was a throne forged from white bones, on top of which was a blood silhouette set.

The air around him rippled, preventing others from actually seeing what he looked like. However, the blood silhouette appeared, unable to a.s.sume solid form—the Nether River Patriarch had yet to fully revive.

But even if he had just regained some extent of his power, he was more powerful than most Demi-Saints.

“Congratulations, congratulations!”

The Golden Immortal Sura who had returned from Blaze City offered his congratulations with a resounding voice, and quickly took out the sealed Spatial Ring and letter, saying, “After countless trials and tribulations to carry out my orders to find the Yuan Killer Sword, I have finally found it in Blaze City.”

“It had been in the possession of a Grand Luo human, who had promptly returned it after hearing news of your revival, even writing you a letter of apology.”

“Hmmm?”

A puzzled voice spoke from the throne.

In the next instant, the rippling air abruptly retracted and a middle-aged man stepped off the throne. He stood at 1.5 meters tall, and was neither fat nor short, though the simple clothes he wore gave the impression that he was a farmer.

And he is the Nether River Patriarch himself.

Striding forward, he said uncertainly, “I have not sensed the Yuan Killer Sword.”

What?

The Golden Immortal Sura who was still kneeling appeared dumbfounded. He sweated buckets as various possibilities flashed through his mind, and he promptly raised the Spatial Ring and letter he was holding, saying, “Patriarch, he has placed the sword within the Spatial Ring and placed a seal.”

The Nether River Patriarch ignored him, and instead reached out with a grasping motion to levitate the letter to him.

The Yuan Killer Sword was his lifelong treasure and he would have been able to sense it even from beyond a seal. Him not sensing it would only mean that the other man did not return it.

Still, he was not angry.

He preferred using his own style to reclaim his own possessions.

Quickly tearing off the seal, his eyes swept across the letter before a dark look appeared on his face, the nonchalance before gone!

Swis.h.!.+

He reached out to grasp again to take the Spatial Ring from the trembling Golden Immortal, crus.h.i.+ng the seal to find the so-called spirit stones compensation spoken of in the Spatial Ring.

Boom!

The Nether River Patriarch’s aura abruptly erupted, with both letter and Spatial Ring vaporizing instantly. The temple also blew up abruptly, just as the borderless Blood Sea roared and churned—even the surrounding stars were shaking.

“This is too much!”

The thirteen Grand Luo all backed away, as the aura of the Nether River Patriarch left them sick.

On the other hand, the Golden Immortal was already dead.

***

In a bustling city in the Galactic Empire, Jiang He was shopping and strolling through streets with his maids, indulging himself in various debauchery and absolutely entertained.

On the other hand, Dumbo, Trumbo, the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, and the Nine Wise Rock Monkeys were all living disciplined lives. They would wake up early in the morning to set up their stall in the city, and would only return late at night.

Others aside, business was going well, and they could make at least a thousand spirit stones.

Then, their reputation developed through word of mouth and their business even started booming—a lady cultivator who happened to be a foodie even bought five hundred packs of spicy potato strips and three hundred packs of potato chips.

As for w.a.n.g Hou?

He could barely calm himself to meditate on Martial Dao at first, but he could not just sit still after a few days.

The Nether River Patriarch’s reputation was too great for him to take lightly.

He sought out Jiang He several times and hinted that they should head to the celestial battlefield as soon as possible... but Jiang He’s head sometimes proved haywire and he did not hear a word of it.

And by the eighth day, w.a.n.g Hou could not sit still at all.

Stepping out of their tavern, he headed to an auction center.

At the moment, Jiang He was taking part in the auction with w.a.n.g Siyu, Hu Mei, Boa Hanc.o.c.k, and Sora. The auction was actually small and the items sold were for True Immortals and Heavenly Immortals, and Jiang He was there just to enjoy the liveliness.

Upon seeing w.a.n.g Hou, his eyes lit up before w.a.n.g Hou could say a word, and he exclaimed in delight, “Perfect timing, Minister w.a.n.g... they are going to start fighting!”

“What?”

w.a.n.g Hou appeared at a loss.

Jiang He, on the other hand, spoke with a.s.surance, “According to my experience from reading web novels, there would always be a treasure auctioned and a terrible battle ensues... just now, the corpse of a Golden Immortal-tier Chaos Behemoth was being auctioned, and every faction were trying to shout each other down and almost broke into a fight. It’s only stopped thanks to a meddling unt.i.tled cultivator, a True Immortal-pinnacle, who bought the corpse.”

“Now, the plot would unfold, and the various factions are going to make their move in secret...”

w.a.n.g Hou was dumbstruck.

You are still able to care about that?

He spoke somberly, “Jiang He, I...”

“Hmm?”

Jiang He’s eyes lit up again before he could finish, and he said, “The unt.i.tled cultivator left from back door. The other factions are following him... come, Minister w.a.n.g, let’s enjoy the show.”

“Eh?”

“He flew to outer s.p.a.ce!”

Speechless, w.a.n.g Hou could only follow Jiang He out of the auction center to outer s.p.a.ce, and the battle did ignore in the next instant—the unt.i.tled True Immortal who bought the Chaos Behemoth’s corpse was laughing out loud as he killed one of the cultivators shadowing him with a single punch, before flexing his arms and smiling fearsomely. “Brothers, come out now—I’ve lured those fat lambs out!”

Boom!

An array arrived and covered a part of the world.

Various cultivators filled with killing intent appeared in the air behind the unt.i.tled True Immortal...

Jiang He, who had been curious, suddenly found things dull and uninteresting.

d.a.m.n it!

Is this plot development not questionable?

How did a gang of galactic thugs appear out of nowhere?

Warping back to their tavern with his ladies, Jiang He only asked then, “By the way, Minister w.a.n.g... what were you trying to say?”

“Jiang He, we’ve been delaying our journey in the Galactic Empire for eight days!”

w.a.n.g Hou exclaimed solemnly, “That Golden Immortal Sura would have returned to Sura by now, and if the Nether River Patriarch has really revived, he would have already received your letter... I’m worried the Nether River Patriarch would reach us!”

“No way, right?”

Jiang He was shocked and exclaimed, “I’ve already written him a letter to explain things. How could an elite like him, who is peerless barring the Saints, be that short tempered?”

w.a.n.g Hou was dumbstruck.

Still going on about that letter of yours, are you?

Do you really not know what you have written in that letter yourself?!

Yes, it was merely a letter—but it was too humiliating for an elite such as the Nether River Patriarch!