Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 277 - 172: Eight Extremes Minor Grandmaster Star Belly, Dream Immortal Sect Meat Bottle Mountain (2)
White Moon and Black Shoes snuggled in the master's embrace, watching the computer intently, observing the backlit keyboard and the flickering breathing lights, their fox eyes full of wonder.
Bai Mo grinned.
"Do these lights feel high-tech?
"Actually, breathing lights don't have much technical content, they just look high-tech at first glance."
Speaking of high tech, he remembered the lectures he attended at West State University, recalling the professor's assertion about countering Ancient Immortal techniques with a combination of ancient martial arts and technology.
"Humanity has never given up efforts outside of Immortal Techniques!
"...This is great."
With a sigh of emotion, he continued his work.
On the computer screen was a spreadsheet he had just created, listing the inventory of various herbs on Fox Mountain. It also detailed the varieties planted in each field, their consumption, and growth cycles.
He used to manage all this by memory and intuition. But as Fox Mountain developed rapidly, the herb yield increased, and the cycle of field rotation quickened, he decided to introduce some modern tools.
"Let's just say I'm stealing a break."
With a smile, Bai Mo manipulated the laptop's touchpad to scroll through the spreadsheet.
Occasionally entering various commands, he used the spreadsheet to understand the inputs and outputs of Fox Mountain.
"Huh? There really is a problem?"
Out of ten thousand fields, fast-growing herbs were taking up more, now occupying 4,300 fields.
And these fast-growing types... all required more fertilizer!
"The fertilizer in the warehouse isn't enough anymore."
Sometime, Bai Liandan'Er, who managed the warehouse, had come over, her fox head resting on the master's shoulder.
"Huh?"
Speaking of fertilizer, she wrinkled her eyebrows.
Indeed, fertilizer consumption had been particularly fast lately and was about to run out.
She had been thinking of asking the master to refine another batch in a few days!
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
The disciples' planting techniques were getting better, mistakes were fewer, and Fox Mountain's output was getting higher. Correspondingly, the consumption of fertilizer, pesticide, and anti-disease drugs was increasing.
If he personally fired up the furnace to refine them, it wasn't impossible... but it would consume more and more of his time.
"It's not a long-term plan.
"I need to find a way to produce fertilizers and pesticides more efficiently..."
Let the disciples refine the medicine?
Bai Mo glanced around the hall at the disciples gathered in circles, some chatting and bragging, others competing in pot-throwing, some even beating the Bronze Lamp Tree... better forget it. This bunch, at their current level, could at most produce popcorn and cola. They couldn't make fertilizers or pesticides.
Huh?
Suddenly, Bai Mo saw Star Belly standing outside the circle hitting the Bronze Tree, glaring intently as it learned boxing techniques with its senior brothers.
Though it was a poor student, it was always earnest and kept learning.
"It failed to learn Military Boxing.
"And failed again with Baji Fist.
"Could it be quite discouraged?
"Should I comfort it?"
While hesitating, Bai Mo suddenly saw the creature walked into the midst of its senior brothers, approaching the Bronze Lamp Tree, asking them to make way, about to perform its martial arts.
"Huh?"
Bai Mo suddenly felt something was amiss.
"This creature's medicine field was a grove of black-haired coconut trees.
"Its job was to shoulder-bump the trees daily to knock down the black-haired coconuts.
"The final move of Baji Fist, Mountain Lean, was quite similar to its job.
"In fact, it has extensive practice in leaning techniques.
"It had consumed many Heaven and Earth treasures, accumulating within it, and learned the essentials of Mountain Lean in the mortal world, could it be..."
Bai Mo turned his gaze over, and saw the senior brothers had already made way.
Star Belly took a step forward, its foot almost touching the base of the Bronze Lamp Tree. In a flash, it launched its body, hip thrusting forward, transferring force through its shoulder and elbow, moving as fast as a phantom, its entire body lunging at the Bronze Lamp Tree!
Boom!
A loud bang!
The Bronze Lamp Tree was unexpectedly sent flying by it, like a cannonball, soaring tens of meters away, towards the dormitory wall, smashing through with a thunderous echo, flying straight outside!
The entire hall suddenly fell silent.
Dark red eyes turned sharply to focus here.
Looking at the hole in the wall, the stunned boxing group, and Star Belly maintaining the Mountain Lean posture, seemingly dazed, like a statue.
What just happened?
The boxing group's senior brothers, after a moment of shock, suddenly burst with excitement, raising their forepaws, jumping and cheering!
"Ying ying ying!"
"Aow aow aow!"
"Ying ying ying!"
Among the senior brothers, another martial arts expert just emerged!
Fox Mountain has yet another powerful martial arts technique!
Meanwhile, Star Belly remains in place, holding the position of Mountain Lean with shoulders and elbows thrust forward, motionless!
It... is not moving on purpose!
At this moment, it maintains the posture of shoulders hunched and neck retracted, its head completely still, yet its fox eyes secretly dart around, looking at its master, looking at its brothers.
It wants to maintain this posture, let its master see, let everyone see, so they all know that it was Star Belly who hit and flew the Bronze Lamp Tree!
It wants everyone to know, Star Belly is no longer a martial arts loser but a fierce and domineering Eight Extremes Minor Grandmaster!
...
In the blink of an eye, many days have passed.
The military training at West State University is nearing its end.
The night sky is like blue velvet, complementing a bright full moon.
On the campus playground, each class of students sits in circles, heatedly discussing what kind of program the class should present at the end-of-training art showcase.
With few members, the Immortal Grass Experimental Class forms a small circle in a corner of the playground.
Class monitor Wan Bocheng is expressing his opinions.
"Our class, which entered with scores higher than all other classmates.
"Our program must be more impressive than other classes, so we don't lose face.
"What talents does everyone have?"
"I'm level ten in piano."
"I can play the saxophone."
"I can perform folk dances."...
Sitting cross-legged on the grass, Bai Mo, while the cold night wind blows, is contemplating the issue of fox mountain's fertilizer and pesticides. These days, he has combed through ancient texts but found no solutions. He devised several plans himself, but either the efficiency was too low, or they were extremely unstable, unreliable. At present, his mind is rapidly pondering, still thinking of new plans.
Class monitor Wan Bocheng glances at Wu Qingyun in the circle, his eye showing a hint of disdain... On the one hand, Wu Qingyun didn't enter through proper exams, naturally, he looks down on her. On the other hand, throughout the entire military training, Wu Qingyun hasn't participated at all! It was only tonight that she appeared.
He also secretly looks at Bai Mo, his eye showing impatience... because Bai Mo similarly hasn't participated in military training! Just Sequence Nine, which nowadays are everywhere, not valuable! But he just doesn't attend the training, always enjoying watermelon and milk tea by the playground, living carefree.
At this moment, all the classmates in the class bear the smell of sweat and grease, why only Wu Qingyun and Bai Mo are fresh and clean, spotless? Not even wearing training uniforms, still dressed in comfortable casual clothes?
He looks at Bai Mo.
"Bai Mo, aren't you part of this class?
"You didn't participate in military training, shouldn't you be involved in the art showcase?"
Suddenly hearing this, Bai Mo's thoughts are interrupted, he raises his head, furrows his brows.
"Doesn't everyone know a lot? I don't have any talent..."
It's not like he doesn't, but the talents he has can't be displayed...
Wan Bocheng furrows his brow, just about to press further, suddenly bends his waist, grimaces, gets up clutching his stomach, and runs towards the toilet.
"Wait till I come back to finish this!"
Wan Bocheng leaves, vice-class monitor Lan Fangfang takes up the baton, starting to question Bai Mo again.
"You..."
Not finishing her words, she also feels stabbing stomach pains, immediately gets up clutching her belly, running to the toilet.
The cold wind blows, grass leaves sway on the playground.
The classmates all quiet down, looking at Bai Mo.
Bai Mo also senses that the atmosphere is slightly off.
Two people had fired shots at him, and in the end, both ran to the toilet holding their stomachs... Did he somehow lay a hand on these two shooters?
Bai Mo pulls a corner of his mouth.
He didn't act!
He's not so petty!
"I..."
Just as he is about to explain, he sees advisor Teacher Xiaosong running over.
"Did anyone in your class eat something bad?
"Tonight, the mutton in the canteen's mutton soaked bread has problems. Many students got stomach upset.
"If anyone did, quickly report it, the school will arrange treatment for you."
Only then does everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
...
Far away, thousands of miles away.
In a brightly lit office, Wang E is listening respectfully on the phone.
"Uh-huh!
"Yes, that's right.
"The mutton has been arranged.
"Rest assured."
The voice on the other end, greasy and fatty, is none other than the King of Darkness!
"Are you sure it won't be discovered?"
Wang E nods.
"Rest assured, it's my Dream Realm Sect's Meat Bottle Mountain secret recipe, beyond my sect, no one can see through it!"
