Chapter 11 - Magic Artifact is Farming Tool I'm Proud and I Boast 2

“Take this!” Chu Zuo, seeing him stop, immediately put all his strength into a strike, hitting the other’s shoulder with his stick.

The expected scream did not come.

“Crack—”

There was only the crisp sound of the wood breaking in two.

“How…

how could this be?” Chu Zuo looked at the stick in his hand, as thick as a wrist, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Jiang Tang turned his head and twisted his shoulder.

It seemed that the Golden Body Spell was indeed useful.

“Don’t push people too far.” With newfound confidence, the anger that had dissipated in Jiang Tang’s heart surged up again.

He slowly narrowed his eyes, and his voice grew unconsciously colder.

“You little punk, what can you do if I beat you?

Get him!” Chu Zuo sneered coldly, waving his hand, and several disciples behind him immediately rushed forward.

“I told you, don’t push too far!” Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Jiang Tang took a deep breath.

After smelling an indescribable stink, he frowned and, unable to bear it anymore, he swung a shovel backhand, smacking the disciple who came at him first.

“Ah!”

A scream suddenly erupted, spreading across the sky.

The disciple who was smacked felt his head vibrating, wobbling for a moment, then collapsed to the ground, fainting.

Just one hit?

This one hit knocked out a disciple with the same level of cultivation as him?

Holding the shovel, Jiang Tang swung it at a few other disciples nearby.

They dodged quickly, but the shovel seemed to have eyes of its own, hitting each of them precisely on their buttocks.

Several more agonized cries ensued.

“You should go back and apply some medicine properly,” Jiang Tang said, looking at the disciples lying on the ground, continuously rubbing their buttocks, crying and wailing with snot and tears streaming down.

He felt a surge of amusement.

They got what they deserved.

“You brat, who do you think you are fooling with a shovel!” Chu Zuo stood in the middle, grinding his teeth.

“Not allowed to use a shovel?

Then let’s change it,” Jiang Tang grunted, putting away the shovel and bringing out a muddy rake.

Chu Zuo: “…” Who is he looking down on?

He immediately brought out his longsword and chopped at Jiang Tang.

Jiang Tang was ready to go all out.

At worst, he’d get hurt a bit.

So he mustered all his strength and started fighting with Chu Zuo.

As Chu Zuo fought, he discovered that his precious longsword had actually developed a crack.

And as he kept fighting, he found that when he chopped at someone, it only left a shallow scratch, while he himself was being hit by the rake, tearing his clothes and leaving him with a swollen face.

Chu Zuo felt like the script had been flipped.

Wasn’t he supposed to be thrashing Jiang Tang?

“Hey, senior brother, don’t get distracted during a fight.”

At these words, Chu Zuo suddenly snapped back to reality and felt a chill below.

Turns out, Jiang Tang’s rake had directly struck his belt loose, and his pants, along with his undergarments, were pulled down by the rake!

“Jiang Tang, you scoundrel!”

“Senior brother…

who’s a bit more shameless, huh.” Jiang Tang, holding the rake, pointed to the group of servant disciples lying on the ground and wailing.

“You!” Chu Zuo was so angry he was lost for words.

“Jiang Tang, we’ll see about that!” He glared fiercely at the former, hitched up his loose drawers, and quickly left for a deserted place.

Jiang Tang glanced at the disciples wailing on the ground, pursed his lips, took out a bottle of pills and tossed it to one of them, and then turned to leave.

The person holding the bottle slowly stood up, looking at Jiang Tang with complicated eyes, “Jiang Tang, what is the meaning of this?”

Jiang Tang, with both hands on the pitchfork, paused and looked back.

“Fighting is fighting, and saving is saving, they are two different things.

We’re all disciples of the same sect; why must we harm each other when we can stand united against outsiders?

If you trust me, take these pills internally.

You will recover within a day.”

“We were about to seriously hurt you just now,” said the disciple in astonishment.

“I’ve said it before, fighting is fighting,” Jiang Tang rolled his eyes.

“You…

your weapon…

why is it farming equipment?” another disciple stood up, looking at Jiang Tang with a complicated gaze.

“I am merely a farmer, what need have I for swords and staffs?” Jiang Tang laughed, put away his pitchfork, and pointed at his clothes, “I need to go back and bathe.”

Upon hearing this, the few disciples who had gotten up touched the backs of their heads and started to laugh somewhat embarrassedly.

Watching Jiang Tang walk away, a servant disciple quietly spoke up, “Is he really the killer of those two brothers?”

“I don’t think so.” He looked down at the pills in his hand and shook his head.

If he really had killed them, by now he would have beaten us half to death, not given us such precious First Rank Elixir.

Furthermore, these pills are brimming with medicinal fragrance and haven’t been tampered with—he did not poison them.

Pills tampered with extraneous substances wouldn’t have such a pure medicinal scent.

The disciples exchanged glances, each holding their own sore backsides, and limped away.

After that, they never troubled Jiang Tang again.

Of course, this did not include Chu Zuo.

Jiang Tang returned to his courtyard, quickly stripped off his clothes, and immerse himself in a tub of cold water.

Not that it was cold; the sun had heated the water until it was warm.

He washed away the sour sweat and brought in some fragrant Spirit Grass from the Spirit Field Space to soak in, and finally, he comfortably closed his eyes.

Thinking back to the fight with Chu Zuo and the others, Jiang Tang felt quite incredible.

What’s there to disdain?

Farming tools can be magic artifacts, farming tools too can thrash you bunch holding weapons.

I am proud of my farming tools, and I am proud to use them as my magic artifact.

Let them seek trouble, they deserve it.

After soaking for an hour, Jiang Tang, wearing only his underpants, stood up, intending to head back to his room to harvest the crops in the Space and then meditate and cultivate.

Just as he was about to step out of the large tub, he suddenly locked eyes with a pair of watery ones.

Jiang Tang: “…” It must be an illusion, right?

Is there actually a woman here?

“Ah!

I’m so sorry, Jiang!” The young girl immediately screamed and covered her face with her hands.

But through the gaps between her fingers, Jiang Tang could still see the girl’s shining eyes.

Jiang Tang: “…” This isn’t a dream, she’s real.

He conjured a robe to wrap himself in and bowed to the young girl, “Junior Sister, I was rude just now.”

Only upon hearing Jiang Tang speak did the young girl snap out of her daze from those eight-pack abs.

The guy looked lean, but he was well-proportioned with muscles—plus, that wheat-colored skin from the sun tanning…

She cannot, the young girl felt like she was about to get a nosebleed.

“No harm done.

Uh, Jiang, are you free right now?” The young girl coughed, waving her hand.

“Er, I’m free at the moment.” Jiang Tang wasn’t used to chatting with girls, which made him feel a bit awkward.

Moreover, the girl in front of him seemed even younger than him, her skin so delicate it looked like you could squeeze water from it.

“That’s great, Jiang, come with me,” the girl’s eyes lit up immediately, and she started walking away while beckoning to him.