Jiang He lived his next few days meaningfully, harvesting ripe medicinal pellets and mystic treasures every six hours.
After he had planted over millions of demonic and godly weapons, not only were the grade of the items improved significantly, but each was also altered fundamentally so that cultivators could use them.
Soon, a week had passed.
With that, all the medicinal pellets and mystic treasures that were looted from the Gods and Demons' celestial battlefield bases were planted.
Inside the courtyard of the Chinese-style mansion at a corner of his Farm, Jiang He was leaning on a cane chair beneath the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment.
Glancing at his System, he sighed. "I still need a few hundred billion Farm Points to improve up to Demi-Saint… but I'm out of medicinal pellets and mystic treasures."
"Trumbo!"
Calling his cat to him, Jiang He asked, "Are you done sorting it out?"
"Yes, Master. The inventory had been completed."
