Chapter 247

Who are you? You want to play just because you want to? What qualifications do you have to challenge Du Binqi's student? Is having money so great!?

The onlookers nearby and both sides of the match had countless questions flashing in their hearts, but seeing the Death Star pass hanging on Ang's chest, all doubts were swallowed back involuntarily.

Questioning the old witch's guest? That wouldn't be good, would it? What if the old witch keeps an eye on us and punishes us to clean the toilets every day?

Ang didn't care what others thought; he just wanted to play this. He pressed the magic crystals into the slot, studied it for a while, and knew how to start it. He input a little mana to start the simulation array.

Swish, the farmland that was originally planted neatly disappeared, replaced by a piece of primitive wasteland. In the middle of the square pit, a line of numbers was jumping, with data such as year, month, day, season, temperature, humidity, and rainfall on it.

Do you need to clear the wasteland first? Ang followed the way he saw others operate before and clicked a few times on the console, and some images materialized.

Wasteland, do you need to burn the wasteland? Ang looked at the description of the soil and decided to burn it, so he clicked on one of the illusions.

Inside the square pit, a torch immediately appeared on the wasteland belonging to Ang's side. Ang could operate this torch to ignite fire heads from different places to burn the wasteland.

There is a trick to burning wasteland; you can't just click on a spot and expect it to burn away. You need to choose fire points based on the humidity and density of the vegetation, advancing from point to line, and then to surface.

If you choose the wrong fire point, the places burned first can easily become isolation belts, blocking the fire belt behind and burning the whole piece of land into patches, like a mangy head.

At this time, you need to hold the torch and burn the patches that haven't been burned clean. Then you find that the torch has a time limit for lighting a fire head; you cannot click continuously, you have to wait ten seconds or so.

But in the illusion array, ten seconds is almost half a day. By the time you burn all the places clean, a few days have passed.

However, Ang did not make this low-level mistake. He had been burning wasteland for over a thousand years; even if he were asked to burn a heart shape or a star shape, it wouldn't be a problem. He quickly burned the wasteland clean, leaving only a layer of grass ash.

An expert shows their skill with a single move. The two sides that were competing just now looked at each other. Du Binqi's students were even more suspicious and uneasy. If the other side was a novice, that would be one thing, but it was clearly not the case. If they didn't play, would they be mocked?

Let's play, and it doesn't cost them money anyway; the magic crystals were already invested.

The opposite side also quickly started burning the wasteland.

However, burning wasteland requires a lot of experience. No matter how rich the theoretical knowledge is, without experience, one cannot burn it well. The competition between these students usually does not focus on this foundation, and soon they burned it into a mangy head, patches here and there. Dealing with these unburned places wasted another few days.

Ang was already preparing the land at this time.

The content of land preparation is rich, including clearing gravel, turning and sunning, applying base fertilizer, etc., and one must prescribe the right medicine for the illness.

Ang saw the gravel and subconsciously wanted to call the little angel over, but realized it was a simulation array, which meant he could only choose the corresponding means within the scope of the array.

There is certainly no Great Earth Hammer in the array. No one has ever used the Great Earth Hammer as a gravel tool, except for him and the first Duke of Heishan.

Since it cannot be crushed, plowing it away is the fastest way. Ang chose to plow it away.

The soil condition is okay, no need to turn and sun it, just apply base fertilizer directly.

Ang checked the crops available for planting and found many crops, including primitive magic rice, breadfruit trees, and the vine breadfruit that the other side had just planted.

Ang chose the vine breadfruit without saying a word, because he had already planted the other two, and he hadn't planted this one, so he would play with this one first.

Having decided on the planting goal, Ang naturally opened its data to study its habits.

When the image of the vine breadfruit materialized, it immediately caused an uproar.

Among Du Binqi's students, the leader shouted angrily: "This friend, you are doing this on purpose, right? This breadfruit vine is a new crop our teacher just cultivated. It possesses the advantages of various crops while discarding their disadvantages. It is very likely to become the next generation of superior grain seeds. You want to plant it without even having seen it? You look down on us too much, right?"

From the perspective of an onlooker, Ang's move indeed had a provocative flavor. The Spring Breeze students lost to this crop in the previous round, and Ang chose it directly now. Could it be that he wanted to defeat Du Binqi's students with the same crop?

Having chosen this crop, the Du Binqi side could only win, and they needed to win with a large advantage. Otherwise, even if it were a draw or the advantage was not obvious, it would count as a loss.

The crop was cultivated by you, and you are most familiar with its habits. Now the yield is not as high as someone planting it for the first time—if that's not a loss, what is? If that's not a provocation, what is?

Ang, however, didn't think so much; he just purely wanted to try the new crop. He tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Is it not allowed? Alright then."

After speaking, he canceled the breadfruit vine and chose the magic rice he was most familiar with.

This move of his made the other side furious again. If he hadn't chosen the breadfruit vine first, that would be one thing. Now that he chose it first but changed the crop under the 'coercion' of the other side, even if the other side won, it could only be considered an unfair victory.

Negris, projected onto his body, laughed out loud. Just a 'choose' and 'not choose' could make the other side furious, and twice at that. This reminded it of the scene when it first met this skeleton.

What's even more deadly is that Ang was completely unintentional; he just has this kind of infuriating personality.

Ang chose magic rice, which is the crop he is most familiar with. Why is it the most familiar?

Because at Dragonfall Lake, he repeatedly experimented, using magic rice as the female parent and cross-breeding it with other saltwater cereal crops tens of thousands of times.

You know, having farmed in the farm for over a thousand years, even if he planted the same crop, he had only planted it a thousand times or so, but he had done cross-breeding experiments tens of thousands of times. No other crop's habits could be understood as deeply as magic rice.

Primitive magic rice originally had a very high yield. The Spring Breeze Great Druid could grow a yield of over a thousand jin per mu, but he had no interest in empty fame, so he was too lazy to go back to participate in the grain seed competition. Otherwise, how would there be any room for Du Binqi in the grain seed competition?

And under Ang's repeated experiments and careful care, the highest yield of primitive magic rice even broke through thirteen hundred jin. Even if the other side maintained the yield of the breadfruit vine from the previous round, Ang could still win.

If they hadn't spoken and let Ang plant the breadfruit vine, maybe he wouldn't have lost, because Ang didn't know the habits of the breadfruit vine very well.

Now that their loose lips caused Ang to change back to the most familiar magic rice, if they knew, would their intestines turn green with regret?

Since it was the most familiar magic rice, Ang quickly entered a familiar rhythm: sprouting when it should sprout, watering when it should be watered, and fertilizing when it should be fertilized. When it reached the grain-filling stage, Ang performed an operation that no one could understand: at noon, he put up a net for the rice field to cover the rice.

"Why does he do this? Shouldn't the grain-filling stage need the most light? Why cover it up?"

"It's not completely covered, there are mesh holes, blocking part of it—what's the use? Cooling? Reducing light?"

"Pity, after the magic rice was successfully cultivated, it hasn't been promoted on a large scale yet. Is it possible that magic rice is afraid of high temperatures during the grain-filling stage?"

"Is he messing around? Magic rice was cultivated by our teacher. Who could know its habits better than us?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Look at his operation technique; it can't be messing around. Look, Spring Breeze Art, Rain-Making Art, Insect-Herding Art—there are several that are our teacher's unique techniques. How could it be messing around?"

"Forget it, what unique techniques? The teacher wishes all the farmers in the world would learn his techniques; he already printed them into booklets and distributed them for free all over the world. Which Druid in this world doesn't know Spring Breeze Art? It makes us have no advantage at all when competing with others."

"Do not question the teacher." The leading Spring Breeze student shouted sternly, and the other students also glared at the complaining guy, clearly having angered the crowd.

The students on the Spring Breeze side had the leisure to whisper, but Du Binqi's students were miserable because they found that their progress was far behind Ang's, and the whole process was not "aesthetic"—yes, aesthetic.

A beautiful process should be smooth and uniform, but when they started burning the wasteland, they burned it into pits and bumps. Although this is not a problem, compared to Ang, they immediately fell into a disadvantage.

The subsequent reclamation was not planned well, and the seeds sown were not as many as the other side's.

This is a very critical step, because farmland is not horizontal and vertical, but has rivers, slopes, and gullies. How to plan for more planting area on irregular land requires a lot of experience.

If others can sow sixty jin of seeds and you can only sow fifty-five jin, the yield per mu is inherently one-twelfth less than others.

As Ang's crop growth became better and better, the pressure on Du Binqi's students became greater and greater, stumbling along.

When Ang started shading, they panicked a little because they found they couldn't understand the other side's operation. Could Ang's level be higher than theirs?

The simulation ended. In the illusion array, the Du Binqi side showed a yield of 1,120 jin per mu, nearly 100 jin less than the previous round. Clearly, they were affected by Ang during the competition, leading to a yield lower than the previous round.

And Ang's side showed a yield of 1,320 jin per mu. This number shocked the eyes of everyone in the Magic Farming Academy.

"How is it possible? How can magic rice have such a high yield?" Whether it was Du Binqi's side or the Spring Breeze side, everyone felt disbelief in their hearts. Even the Spring Breeze Druid students felt it even more; they were familiar with magic rice.

Magic rice was cultivated by the Spring Breeze Great Druid, and they had been planting it for years, thinking they knew its habits well. The usual yield was not low, about seven or eight hundred jin, and they felt that the limit of magic rice was about that much.

But how much did Ang grow per mu now? Thirteen hundred jin, five hundred jin higher than their highest yield, almost doubling it.

And this was grown in the simulation array. The array recorded the most detailed data of magic rice. If it can be grown here, there is a high probability that this yield can be achieved outside.

Heavens, who is this person? Even before the Spring Breeze Great Druid went missing, he hadn't reached a yield of a thousand jin per mu. Why can this person grow such a high yield?

Of course, no one would dare to say Ang was messing around now. If messing around could produce this kind of yield, then what would Druids be needed for?

Whoosh, everyone surrounded him, asking Ang questions in a jumble.

Negris saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly told Ang to run away. Because he was wearing the Death Star pass, although everyone was a bit reluctant, they didn't forcibly block him and could only watch Ang leave.

The next day, Aubenli came to the door and asked as soon as she opened her mouth: "Magic rice yield of thirteen hundred per mu, how did you do it?"

Negris knew that Aubenli would come to the door. In that situation, students would definitely report it, and because of the pass, they would definitely find her.

So Negris was prepared. It took out a skeleton, a planting manual, a Druid secret method, a magic robe, some odds and ends, and then dragged out a child.

"The situation is like this. We found a skeleton in the Dragonfall Canyon. Based on these relics, we guess that the skeleton belongs to the Spring Breeze Great Druid. This is a child he adopted, named Yiyi. After Spring Breeze died, this child lived alone in the Dragonfall Canyon, living by eating soul moss, and was contaminated with a lot of dragon power. Now he is a Dragon-Thrall."

Aubenli looked at Negris with half-belief, then looked closely at the skeleton, and soon sensed the residual consciousness attached to the skeleton.

"It really is Spring Breeze. He died?" Aubenli was shocked and didn't want to believe this.

"Yes, judging from his planting manual, he should have come to Dragonfall Lake to look for saltwater plants and cultivate saltwater magic rice. Well, this is the saltwater magic rice we cultivated, with a yield of seven hundred jin per mu." Negris took out another bag of saltwater magic rice seeds.

Aubenli stared blankly at the saltwater rice seeds, not knowing how to react for a moment. She was very confused; she hadn't digested the news of Spring Breeze's passing, and then she heard that Spring Breeze's last wish had been completed?

"You cultivated it?" Aubenli asked with half-belief. Spring Breeze's work on saltwater magic rice was no secret; he had told her about it long ago, but Spring Breeze himself had expressed that the difficulty was very high, and it would be difficult to succeed without hundreds of years of attempts.

"Of course." Negris put its hands on its hips and said triumphantly: "I watched Ang cultivate it with my own eyes."

Aubenli pondered for a while, looked up, and said: "I want to go back and inform everyone of this news."

"Go ahead, but the saltwater magic rice seeds in your hand combine elven technology and need the blessing of the God of Life to sprout. We can help you find the God of Life to sprout them for free, but you have to sell me a few illusion simulation arrays."

"We'll talk about it later." Aubenli threw down a sentence and walked out the door quickly.

But not long after she walked out the door, a strong energy reaction exploded in the room, startling her into returning to take a look.

She saw Ang emitting strong energy fluctuations all over his body, and a large hole was squeezed out of the space in front of him. Powerful energy poured into the hole continuously. When Aubenli returned, she only caught a glimpse of a light shadow also throwing itself into the large hole.

Aubenli gasped and shouted out: "Descent?"

This intensity of energy projection can already be considered a descent. A god bestowing power upon their saint is called a descent.

Is this inconspicuous human next to the God of Knowledge so powerful?

Ang had no leisure to pay attention to Aubenli's shock. All his attention extended along the point in his soul that belonged to Anthony, and even his divine soul projected over first.

Because he heard Anthony's unprecedentedly urgent call: "My lord, help!"