60: Chapter 6 The Messenger

"Breeding!"

"Hybridization!"

Hearing these two words and recalling the reactions of those natives just now, they couldn't help but feel excited.

The person who did these things in reality was a legend; it seemed they could replicate those feats in the game.

How could they still sleep after this?

At this age? At this hour, how could they still sleep?

Wouldn't Meditation be enough? Why sleep? It's not like they'd drop dead from exhaustion anyway.

In this feeling of crafting a legend, they became completely exhilarated and started working with great fervor.

Lu Zheng even went offline directly to call his mentor.

"Prof! Do you know any big shots in the field of agriculture?"

The mentor, receiving a call in the middle of the night, was dazed.

"What the hell! It's the middle of the night, are you sick or something? Get lost!

Finished your thesis? Got your experiment results? Found a girlfriend? Made some money?"

"Uh..."

After being scolded, Lu Zheng glanced at the time. Seeing it was already the middle of the night, he gave up dejectedly and logged back on to plan the experiment with Yang Hao and Yang Chong overnight.

Meanwhile, Mo Bai, who had been covering the entire area with his Spiritual Power, glanced at them.

He was also quite interested in the cause they were undertaking.

After all, this was an endeavor that could create a Sage.

If it were truly completed, Yang Hao would be a living Sage with an invincible golden body.

After all, even if this world possessed the extraordinary, commoners still made up the majority, and even the extraordinary needed to eat; they weren't above worldly needs.

This point alone would be enough to save countless lives.

If it were in reality, his reputation would likely be unmatched throughout his life, and after death, he would be enshrined in a temple to enjoy incense offerings.

But this was a game.

A game world with extraordinary powers.

In the real world, reputation is just reputation, and after death, it only means incense.

But what about in a game world with extraordinary powers?

Revered by tens of thousands, seen as a god... what would ultimately happen?

At this moment, Yang Hao was working on one project, but in Mo Bai's eyes, there were two directions.

Mo Bai was very interested in both projects.

However, after just a moment, Mo Bai gave up, having no intention of intervening.

How vast were the things a Mage could achieve? If he dabbled in this and played with that, what could he focus on?

He only needed to focus on one thing.

That was to keep extending the main trunk of the Mage path upward, driving the roots deep into the earth, and leaving the rest to others.

If the trunk is large enough and the roots are firm enough, it will naturally flourish with branches and leaves.

As for Yang Hao becoming a Sage of the mortal world, and the possible results of the gathering reputation... whatever the outcome, it would only be an extension of the Mage foundation, just a fruit growing on the great tree of the Mage path.

He was the source, he was the foundation... "Quick, quick, quick, is the cleaning done? The Messenger is really coming down!"

"Is he really coming? This is already the third time we've done a village-wide cleanup."

"Yes, the Big Boss and the Second-in-Command have already gone to Oak Town to welcome him."

"Hiss, then hurry up, hurry up."

In what was formerly Sheep Horn Village and now the Great Axe Gang's headquarters, a small manager left in charge immediately shouted upon hearing this.

"Quick, quick, quick, everyone fold your quilts neatly! No one is allowed to lie on the beds! Nothing can be on the tables! No trash in the trash cans! Quick, quick, the Messenger is really coming!

If the Messenger is dissatisfied and the Big Boss has me beheaded, you'll all die with me!"

The small manager's shrill voice echoed through the Great Axe Gang's headquarters, and the gang members being driven out immediately began to groan in complaint.

"Why do we still have to clean? We haven't been out to have fun for half a month."

"Stop talking. No one has gone out during this time; everyone is waiting for the Messenger's inspection."

"Why can't there be trash in the trash cans or people on the beds?

Then where should the trash go? Where should people lie?"

"God, please spare me."

"Why do you think the young master from the city insists on being a Messenger and coming to a place like this to play?

Is the city not fun enough?"

"What are you still dawdling for?"

*Whish!*

The whip in the small manager's hand cracked with a sonic boom, the tip whistling past a gang member's face and bringing a gust of cold air. The iron plates embedded in the whip instantly gave them a jolt, making everyone swallow their complaints and busily get to work.

Bit by bit, they swept leaves from the left to the right, and then from the right to the left, trying to clean the entire headquarters until it was spotless, all while complaining incessantly.

At the entrance of Oak Town, the Town Mayor, the Big Boss of the Great Axe Gang, and the Second-in-Command led two rows of troops half a mile out, blocking all passersby as they waited respectfully.

*Clatter, clatter!*

A moment later, accompanied by the crisp sound of hooves, a sturdy Scaled Unicorn instantly leaped nearly ten meters and landed before them.

Atop it sat a noble youth holding a gold-embroidered whip, wearing exquisite chainmail and riding boots. He looked down upon them from his high vantage point, his back to the sun.

"Are you the Mayor of Oak Town?"

"My Lord, I am the Mayor of Oak Town, Rory Pierce."

The Mayor of Oak Town spoke with utmost respect, while the Big Boss and Second-in-Command of the Great Axe Gang immediately knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the earth.

"Pierce?"

The noble youth's gaze swept across them, not lingering on the two kneeling men at all, but falling directly on the Mayor of Oak Town.

"What is your relationship with Old Ross? Ross Pierce."

"Ross is my father."

"Oh."

The noble youth nodded and said no more.

"Fine, Little Ross, do as you please; I won't be entering the town.

Those two from the Axe Gang, right? Let's go, I'll take a look at your place."

"Yes, My Lord."

The Big Boss immediately rose respectfully, followed closely by the Second-in-Command, who moved to lead the horse, only to be kicked by the Scaled Unicorn in the next moment.

*Thump!*

The Second-in-Command was instantly sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground.

*Pfft.*

A mist of blood sprayed out.

The noble youth frowned slightly and said indifferently,

"Don't touch my Unicorn. This is a new breed from the Wilderness; it cost me over a thousand gold coins.

If you startle it, I'll feed you to the horse."

The Second-in-Command forced himself up and looked at the Scaled Unicorn, a trace of horror in his eyes.

He had also practiced the Knight's Breathing Technique and mastered a bit of extraordinary power, yet he had no ability to fight back against this horse.

"Yes, My Lord."

The Big Boss and the Second-in-Command both replied hastily.

At that moment, more hoofbeats sounded from behind. Amidst rising dust, a ten-man cavalry squad, all equipped with light armor, rushed up and stopped behind the noble youth.

The warhorses they rode were also incredibly sturdy, with scales covering their chests and foreheads, looking quite extraordinary.

The entire squad stood behind the noble youth without making a sound.

"Let's go."

The noble youth yawned and signaled for the two to lead the way.

The Big Boss and Second-in-Command of the Great Axe Gang immediately led the way.

During the journey, the noble youth casually asked about the progress of some experiments. The two answered one by one, but judging by the noble youth's expression, he was clearly not very satisfied.

Seeing the Big Boss's forehead sweating slightly, the Second-in-Command, enduring his chest pain, suddenly spoke up.

"By the way, Lord Messenger, we received intelligence a while ago about a wild extraordinary who can create scrolls that release spells.

We were just about to go and capture him..."

Before he could finish, the yawning noble youth suddenly became interested.

"Oh? A wild extraordinary? Creating scrolls that release spells?"