A world of magic and fighting.

The Sun Plane.

Wang Defa lay in a rocking chair, took a puff of his cigarette, and blew out a standard smoke ring.

Take a sip of 1982 ice cola and let out a long burp.

Eat another spicy Hextech cigarette and it will be so refreshing.

"This is the life that people should live!"

He closed his eyes, enjoying the snacks from his previous life's Earth, and murmured with contentment.

After struggling for a thousand years, he became a Sanctuary-level magician, with unlimited lifespan and strength unrivaled in the entire continent.

Apart from becoming a god, he has lost the motivation to strive.

But becoming a god is just a dream. How easy is it?

So, I just enjoy myself, what's wrong with that? "Perhaps, I can benefit from the cultivation system of other group members and embark on the path to godhood?"

Recalling the cultivation systems in the chat group, there are supernatural power systems, martial arts systems, Taoism systems, and immortal cultivation systems.

Although these four cultivation systems are somewhat immature, the most advanced one is the "Pure Yang Treasure Book" of the martial arts Gangqi realm secret book uploaded by Wang Xiaobao.

Converted into the magic fighting spirit system, it is roughly equivalent to the level of a fourth-order magician.

But Wang Defa has strong self-confidence, and he can still get inspiration even from basic secrets.

And he believed that he would have the opportunity to access more advanced secrets in the future.

"'Magic Meditation Diagram' was sold 5 times, 'Secret Book of Fighting Spirit' was sold 3 times, and 'Sanctuary Notes' was sold 0 times."

"I only have 20 points in total, which is far from enough for me to buy a supernatural fruit."

"Wait a bit, you can get 1-10 points by signing in and punching in every day, and you will have enough points eventually."

"I don't have anything else, old man, but I have plenty of time."

A sanctuary-level magician has an infinite lifespan and will never die unless something unexpected happens.

Therefore, Wang Defa was not in a hurry at all and leisurely enjoyed the comfort brought by Earth snacks.

The world of cultivating immortals.

Daqing Dynasty, Huangya Xiuxian Market.

In a simple wooden house, Jiang Sichen held a peanut-sized light blue crystal in his hand and practiced with his eyes closed.

"call"

After a while, the light blue mist in the crystal became lighter.

“I didn’t expect it to be as rich in spiritual energy as the lower-grade spiritual stones.”

Jiang Sichen opened his eyes and said to himself excitedly: "It seems that God is not going to let me go!"

Her aptitude was low and she was unable to join the sect. People looked down on a small fry like her with only five spiritual roots.

Therefore, she could only work as a casual practitioner, earning meager profits by collecting herbs, making talismans, and refining pills.

As long as she could earn spirit stones, she would do anything except sell her body and endure any hardship.

But cultivating immortals requires a lot of talent, and acquired efforts have little effect.

One day of practice by someone with a natural spiritual root is equivalent to one year or even ten years of practice by her.

This gap is really despairing!

Originally, Jiang Sichen had planned to retire and return to the secular world to retire.

But now, she has found another bright path.

Maybe, I can be a middleman in the group! If I don’t have talent, I can make up for it with resources! I don’t believe that my talent is not as good as those gifted people, and neither are my resources! “Maybe, the supernatural fruit can improve my spiritual root talent?”

Thinking back to what he had seen and heard in the chat group, Jiang Sichen suddenly had an idea.

She glanced at the remaining 28 points from selling the immortal cultivation technique, and gradually began to make some calculations in her mind.

End of the world.

Hope base.

In a room on the third floor of a western-style house.

Xie Yuanshan sat cross-legged, surrounded by sparkling level 2 divine crystals.

These divine crystals are the size of longan and emit a faint golden light all over.

“Hoohoo.”

He was trying to practice the immortal cultivation techniques from Jiang Sichen's world and the magic secrets from Wang Defa's world.

With the help of the energy of the divine crystal and his own silver-level strength, he quickly cultivated these two series of skills to the peak.

The immortal cultivation technique "Breathing Qi Training Technique" can only be practiced to the ninth level of Qi training. It is somewhat similar to Xiao Yichen's Maoshan Taoism, but the two are essentially different.

Maoshan Taoism focuses on the dual cultivation of spirit and energy, and focuses more on the improvement of spirit, while practicing energy is only auxiliary;

The cultivation method of immortals focuses more on training Qi, while training the spirit is only auxiliary. One has to reach the sixth level of Yuanshen realm before turning to training the spirit.

The magic secret book "Magic Meditation Picture" can be practiced indefinitely, and can even reach the level of a ninth-order holy realm wizard.

But magical elements are not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth after all, and there are essential differences between the two.

"It seems that magic is only applicable to the magical world after all, and is not universal."

Feeling the tiny improvement, Xie Yuanshan sighed inwardly.

Even if he cultivated immortality and magic, it would not help much in improving his strength.

The force was only increased by 2 tons, from 30 tons to 32 tons.

"I'd better focus on martial arts. I won't force anything else. It would be great if I can break through to the Yuantai realm."

Although points were wasted on purchasing immortal cultivation techniques and magic secrets, one still has to return to the path of martial arts in the end.

But Xie Yuanshan was not upset. Cultivation is against the will of heaven and it is impossible not to make mistakes.

Wasting points is just a small matter, but if something goes wrong in practice, that would be a big problem.

A supernatural parallel world in the Republic of China.

Renjiazhuang and Yizhuang.

"Ring, ring, ring"

The sound of the Sanqing Bell is very clear and can be heard from far away at night in the middle of the night.

Xiao Yichen was practicing hard, but when he heard the bell, he stopped helplessly.

Sure enough, not long after, the door of the charity cemetery was slammed loudly.

In the room, the heartless Wencai was sleeping like a dead pig.

Xiao Yichen had no choice but to get up and go to open the door.

Standing outside the door was an old friend, the bespectacled Taoist priest, followed by a group of zombies.

"Achen, it's you."

Taoist priest Four Eyes was a little surprised to see that it was not Wencai who opened the door.

"It's me, Uncle Master, you're back."

Xiao Yichen helped Taoist Four Eyes carry his client into the charity cemetery and place him in the morgue.

Mr. Ba, who was in the inner room, heard the noise and came out wearing a coat.

Seeing that it was Siyan coming, he yawned and came forward to greet him.

"Brother."

"Junior brother, you are here. Why are you so late this time?"

"Oh, don't mention it. We've missed the time."

While the two brothers were talking, Xiao Yichen made a pot of tea and brought it over.

"You are really polite, Chen. Wencai never served me tea before."

Siyan praised with great satisfaction. He looked at Xiao Yichen straight in the eye and was startled.

"Good fellow, Ah Chen, you are actually in the late stage of body tempering, and are about to break through to the Qi training stage?"

"How long have you been my disciple? Two months? Three months?"

This cultivation speed is too incredible, isn’t it?

Sure enough, those who study abroad are rich and eat tonics as meals every day! "Yes, that's right, I just broke through today."

Mr. Ba calmly took a sip of tea and nodded.

"Oh my goodness, I regret it. If I had known this would happen, I would have accepted Achen as my apprentice."

"That kid Jiale has been with me for more than ten years, and he is only in the middle stage of body tempering now."

"I regret it!"

Siyan couldn't help but beat his feet and stamp his chest in frustration.

This time, he was really outwitted by his senior brother.

"Haha, it's too late for you to regret."

Mr. Ba finally laughed, his face beaming with joy.

In fact, he was also a little puzzled. Xiao Yichen's talent was obviously ordinary, so why did he cultivate so fast? Wen Cai had followed him for nearly twenty years, and he was only in the initial stage of body tempering. He had no hope.

But how could I possibly tell Four Eyes such words?

Ah Chen's cultivation is so fast, it's obvious that I have a good way of teaching! Yes, that's it, nothing wrong.

"I'm so angry. It was clearly me who met A-Chen first."

Seeing the beaming Eighth Master, Siyan became even angrier and said sourly.

Xiao Yichen stood aside, listening to the two of them bragging, feeling a little embarrassed.

If Brother Su Qing hadn't given him a supernatural fruit that helped him improve his talent, he wouldn't have reached his current level.

Although he repaid the favor by voting for Brother Su during the election of the administrator, Xiao Yichen will always remember this favor in his heart.

"Meeting first doesn't mean anything. It's obvious that I'm more attractive than you, so Achen chose me as his master."

The Eighth Master said proudly.

"Forget it, forget it. I won't say any more. The more I talk, the angrier I get."

"However, Senior Brother, Achen has reached the late stage of Body Tempering and can go out for training."

"Otherwise, let Achen come with me to drive the corpses, so that he can gain some experience."

Siyan rolled his eyes and said to Ba Ye.

"Experience?"

Mr. Ba stroked his beard, his eyes flickering.

"Ah Chen, what do you say? Do you want to go out and gain experience with your uncle?"

After thinking about it, he did not answer directly and looked at Xiao Yichen.

"Of course. Staying in the charity cemetery all day will make you rusty."

Xiao Yichen had wanted to go out and play for a long time, so he readily agreed when he heard this.

"Haha, then it's settled. Ah Chen, you will come with me to drive the corpses in a few days."

Seeing that he agreed, all four of their eyebrows smiled.

"That's fine. Renjiazhuang is a small place after all. It's only right for us to go out and walk around more often."

"Ah Chen, don't be stubborn on the road, listen to your four-eyed uncle more."

The Eighth Master nodded. A man should have great ambitions. If he always stays in a small place, what future can he have? The Eighth Master still supports Xiao Yichen's choice.

"Thank you, Master."

Xiao Yichen thanked Master Ba. He thought his master would not agree.

"Why thank you? Can I harm you?"

"Okay, let's stop talking. It's getting late. Let's go to bed."

The Eighth Master waved his hand, and the matter was settled.

Travel through a parallel world.

Jiangnan, Daqian Dynasty.

September, the 4407th year in the Yellow Emperor's calendar.

More than four months have passed since Xu Huaping proclaimed himself King Qian.

More than three months had passed since she bought high-yield grain seeds from Su Qing and planted them in the fields.

That day, Xu Huaping calculated the time and found that the potatoes were almost ripe.

He summoned civil and military officials to the experimental field and harvested potatoes in public.

The experimental field is located in the imperial city. It is a piece of land only ten acres in size, but at a glance, it is full of fruits.

All I saw were rows of corn standing in the fields, but the corn was not yet ripe and its leaves were still green.

Sweet potatoes and potatoes grow in the ground. From the surface, you can only see rows of vines, but no fruits.

However, except Xu Huaping, no one else present knew what this crop was.

"My dear ministers, this is the high-yield grain that I planted myself!"

Xu Huaping stood in front of the crowd, pointing at the crops in the field one by one and introducing them to everyone.

"Corn? Is it the same crop as millet and rice?"

"And those seedlings and vines, are they cooked and eaten like wild vegetables?"

Standing next to the fields of high-yield crops, the ministers looked at the scene with curiosity and discussed it in low voices.

"Whether they are productive or not is not up to me to say, let the facts speak for themselves!"

“Let’s get started!”

Xu Huaping waved his hand, and immediately ten experienced farmers came forward with hoes, winnowing baskets, bamboo baskets and other tools.

Following the method taught by Xu Huaping, I started digging potatoes in the ground.

First, dig up all the potatoes in the field, remove the vines, clean the mud on the surface of the potatoes, and transport them to the ridges of the fields in bamboo baskets and pile them up.

Next, the clerk from the Ministry of Agriculture took a scale to weigh and record the weight of each batch of potatoes.

Everyone does his or her own thing in an orderly manner.

All the civil and military officials standing outside the land watched all this in silence.

As time went by, everyone's expressions became increasingly excited.

The potatoes were so abundant that some were as big as fists and some were as big as eggs.

And dozens or even hundreds of them can be dug out from under each seedling.

Even without weighing it themselves, they can probably estimate the output.

Soon, half an hour passed.

All the potatoes in the field have been harvested and the yield has been counted.

"Your Highness, all the gentlemen, a total of 9,178 kilograms of potatoes were harvested from the three mu of land, with an average yield of 3,059 kilograms per mu!"

At this time, the clerk in charge of registration ran quickly to Xu Huaping, bowed to her and the ministers, and then reported.

His voice trembled slightly, with a strong sense of disbelief.

His voice was not loud and the place was silent, so everyone could hear it clearly.

"Great! The people of the world are blessed!"

"Oh my god, the yield per mu is over 3,000 kilograms!"

"I have witnessed history with my own eyes. When I am old, I will be able to brag to my children and grandchildren about it!"

In an instant, everyone at the scene was shocked!

"Your Highness has cultivated such high-yield crops, which is a blessing for all the people. Please accept my greetings!"

A minister in his sixties knelt down respectfully in front of Xu Huaping and prostrated himself.

"Long live His Highness, God bless Daqian!"

Everyone present knelt down with fiery expressions and kowtowed to her.

Facts speak louder than words!

Those potatoes were dug out from the ground in front of everyone's eyes, there was absolutely no way they could be faked.

"My dear ministers, please stand up!"

Hearing the number reported by the clerk, Xu Huaping breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the yields of these high-yield crops had been recognized in her previous life, she always felt guilty before seeing the real thing.

If the yield was not as high as previously stated, wouldn't she be embarrassed in front of the world? After planting these crops, she worked diligently in the fields every day to look after them.

I do all the weeding and fertilizing myself.

Not asking for help from others is because we are afraid of problems.

Fortunately, we had a great harvest and all our efforts were not in vain!

Earth.

The morning sun shone in and Su Qing opened his eyes.

"The level of the cultivation technique is too low, the magic secrets are not good, and the environment of heaven and earth is not compatible."

"It seems that I should focus on practicing martial arts first, and put cultivation and magic aside for now."

After trying it last night, Su Qing expressed the same sigh as Xie Yuanshan.

"Well, Guo Daocheng actually became the meteorite that was in the heart of the planet Mars in the 36th year of Emperor Qin Shi Huang's reign?"

When Su Qing opened the chat group and saw Guo Daocheng's request for help, she was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)