17: Chapter 17 The Ox That Fell From the Sky

"How could it be sold out? How big is Xiao Ji Village? Where would so many people come from to buy it?"

Steward Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How much is left? Sell it all to me."

Zhao Mo: "There is still over 1,900 jin left. Ding Xin and I are keeping over 100 jin, so there is 1,800 jin remaining."

As for the field rent, Zhao Mo naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to use the hybrid spirit rice to pay it.

"1,800 jin? That will be 1,800 Low-Grade Spirit Stones?"

He didn't know until he calculated it, and Steward Liu was shocked once he did. Was farming this profitable now?

If it were an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator, they might really feel the pinch, but with Steward Liu, who had the direct line of the Liu Family standing behind him, there was naturally no such issue.

"100 Low-Grade Spirit Stones equal one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone. Giving you Mid-Grade Spirit Stones is fine, right?"

Zhao Mo: "Of course it's no problem. I'd prefer Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."

"That's good. Here are 18 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."

This time, Steward Liu didn't put the hybrid spirit rice on the flying boat; instead, he used a Storage Pouch to pack it away.

After the payment and goods were exchanged, Zhao Mo mentioned that he hadn't paid this year's field rent yet.

"Steward Zhao, this is this year's field rent."

Zhao Mo handed over a Mid-Grade Spirit Stone directly.

"What are you saying? How much is it supposed to be? Don't force me to slap you." Steward Liu said, feeling frustrated.

"Do I lack these few Spirit Stones?"

Zhao Mo was speechless. He could only take back the Mid-Grade Spirit Stone and find six Low-Grade Spirit Stones in his Storage Pouch to give to Steward Liu.

Seeing Zhao Mo do this, Steward Liu's expression improved slightly. Then, his lips moved slightly as he transmitted his voice to Zhao Mo: "The Sect might raise the field rent next year. If you have the chance, you should go up the mountain."

"Just keep this in mind; don't spread it around."

Zhao Mo nodded.

The hybrid spirit rice hadn't even been popularized yet, so why the sudden increase in field rent? Zhao Mo didn't know what had happened to the Xuan Sect, but if they wanted to increase the field rent, let them.

Anyway, he wasn't doing it for this bit of spirit rice; he was doing it for the joy of farming spirit fields (experience points).

After selling the hybrid spirit rice, Zhao Mo was completely free.

Then, together with Ding Xin, he hauled a thousand jin of pig manure back from the Spirit Beast Valley at the price of one purple gold coin for ten jin of Big-Eared Pig manure.

One purple gold coin for ten jin of Big-Eared Pig manure, costing ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones—even this price had been forced down by the high-level officials of the Xuan Sect.

"Damn it, these black-hearted bastards! They actually put stones in the pig manure. You dogs, one day when you fall into my hands, I'll bury you in the manure pit."

Along the way, Ding Xin kept cursing.

Zhao Mo was the same. He was starting to miss the days when Ding Yue was at the Spirit Beast Valley.

...

Night. Fengping Mountain, a small mountain near the sea.

The originally peaceful little mountain was now filled with tension.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Don't you know that I am the Holy Son of the Ox Clan?"

A youth, covered in tattoos, with long hair covering his eyes, holding hammers in both hands. Rivers of blood flowed beneath his feet, and corpses were scattered everywhere.

Looking closely, there were tigers and lions over ten meters long, and chubby foxes, but not a single member of the Human Race.

"Hmph, Holy Son of the Ox Clan?"

"We are here specifically to kill the Holy Son of the Ox Clan?"

Ox Martial was going crazy. Ever since he set foot on the land of the Human Race, he had been constantly intercepted and killed. If it were the Human Race, he would accept it, but these were all members of the Yao Race! This made him feel extremely frustrated.

"Hmph, you cowardly rats hiding your heads and showing your tails, come here and die."

The Yao surrounding Ox Martial all covered their faces with black mist. If one couldn't kill them, there was no way to know which clan they belonged to.

In fact, at the beginning, Ox Martial mostly focused on fleeing. After all, being on the territory of the Human Race, if he alerted the experts of the Human Race, ten lives wouldn't be enough for him.

But he didn't expect that these fellow members of the Yao Race would actually strike so ruthlessly, appearing as if they wouldn't stop until they took his life.

As such, Ox Martial stopped holding back. The two sides had been fighting until it was essentially a fight to the death.

And the experts of the Ox Clan who were guarding Ox Martial had all been killed or injured.

Now, only Ox Martial remained, surrounded on Fengping Mountain.

"Attack."

How could the solitary Ox Martial be a match for the group of Yao? After a few rounds, he was captured.

"Destroy his Dantian, but don't take his life."

"Dream on."

Ox Martial directly detonated the hammers in his hands, and a violent explosion rang out.

"Tiger Clan, Lion Clan, Fox Clan, Snake Clan, I will remember you. Just wait, I will come back to take my revenge on you."

Ox Martial's voice came from the sky.

The expressions of the Yao surrounding Ox Martial turned ugly.

"The Great Teleportation Immortal Talisman. That old bastard of the Ox Clan is really willing to part with it."

"Not good! The aura of the Immortal Talisman has disrupted my Formation. The experts of the Human Race are coming. Retreat quickly!"

Several figures flew off into the sky.

A moment later, several streaks of light stopped at Fengping Mountain.

"Eh, strange. It's all the aura of the Yao Race, and there are traces of a fight. Are they having internal strife?"

"Such chaotic spatial energy. Is this a Great Teleportation Immortal Talisman?"

"Not good! A member of the Yao Race has run into the heartland of the Human Race. Quickly use a Flying Sword to send a message and notify the Sects in the heartland."

And Ox Martial, who had used the Great Teleportation Immortal Talisman, had reverted to his original form, becoming a green ox covered in tattoos, but a huge bloody hole in his abdomen looked terrifying.

It turned out that although the previous strike hadn't completely destroyed his Dantian, it had severely damaged it, to the point where he couldn't even maintain his human form.

Blood loss, a damaged Dantian, plus the teleportation power of the Great Teleportation Immortal Talisman—the triple blow caused Ox Martial to pass out directly.

Xiao Ji Village.

Zhao Mo was examining the black soil of the spirit field, checking its moisture level. He planned to till the land.

He had just squatted down, and before he could even look at the soil in his hand, he discovered a crack suddenly appearing in mid-air. A green figure fell directly down and crashed onto the spirit field in front of him.

"Holy crap, someone Transmigrated again?"

Zhao Mo stepped forward excitedly.

After seeing clearly, he was immediately disappointed.

"An ox?"

"A green ox that Transmigrated?"

"And it has tattoos? Is this ox non-mainstream?"

"Eh, it's injured?"

Without thinking, Zhao Mo carried the green ox back to the small courtyard where he used to live.

Fortunately, Zhao Mo had already advanced to the eighth level of Qi Refining; otherwise, it would be hard to say whether he could have carried it.

"This calf, who did it fight with?"

Zhao Mo guessed as he cleaned the green ox's wounds.

For two whole days, the unconscious green ox finally woke up.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What is this place?"

"Who put a ring on my nose?"

Ox Martial, whose Yao power had dissipated, finally opened his eyes and saw Ding Xin standing in front of him holding a knife.

Moo.

A cow's low.

For some reason, Ox Martial, having lost his Yao power, also lost his ability to speak.

Even in this state, Ox Martial knocked Ding Xin flying.

"Look, look, this kind of thing—if you don't kill it and eat its meat, are you going to keep it for the New Year?" Ding Xin was still howling while in mid-air, holding a kitchen knife.

Zhao Mo walked up to Ox Martial and said strangely: "Palace Jade Liquid Wine, what is the next line?"

"Oh, I forgot, you can't speak right now. If you know the next line, just nod."

Ox Martial: "?"

Unaccountably, he felt that this man seemed even more terrifying than the one holding the knife earlier.

Right, it was an ox. Why was it exchanging secret codes with him? Even if it had Transmigrated, it wouldn't understand.

Zhao Mo slapped himself.

"I'm so damn stupid."