Free Web NovelChapter 548: Chapter 301: The Fallen Immortal’s Odd Tricks, Ancient Grain-Growing Immortals (Part 2)
Photos of Ye Han in prison were uploaded.
He was seen wearing a special helmet, special armor, with shackles on his hands and feet.
This equipment was all made of metal, engraved with rune arrays on the surface, all heavy, all... piercing into the flesh and bone!
Some uninformed experts replied.
[Although it’s Sequence Seven and requires the control of Immortal Artifact shackles, is this set of shackles perhaps too extravagant?]
[Maybe after he serves his sentence, he could be recruited, right?]
[Ah, sorry, I didn’t see the notes]
[Alright, I just saw the notes, this shackle is still too light, should hang a 200-pound yoke around his neck]
[Did they use drugs in this shackle? Suggest increasing the dosage]
It turns out that below a few pictures were small black note comments.
[Attempted to control Expert Bai Mo, but failed]
...
The wind blew fiercely, and dark clouds covered the sky.
Rumble...
The car rolled over the uneven ground, heading towards the excavation site.
Bai Mo stuck his head out of the car window.
He saw ahead, unlike other excavation sites, it was a vast plain!
Excavators scattered around, doing a lot of running, little digging, and few outputs.
It seemed that documents, instruments, and buildings here were extremely scattered.
"Seed Research Institute, is this it?
"Was there a mistake somewhere?"
The car bumped all the way, creaking and rumbling as it drove in, leaving Bai Mo puzzled as he looked to both sides.
According to the unearthed documents, this Seed Research Institute was one of the most important and central departments of the Cyan Moon Pill Palace, the largest in size and scale, but the unearthed documents were not many; most were incomplete and worthless experimental data. Only a small portion was related to Immortal Grass seeds.
Swoosh...
The car stopped, Bai Mo, with his disciples Overalls, Butterfly Knot, and Small and Big Eyes, walked into this excavation site.
As he walked, his Divine Sense expanded, perceiving the land.
"Immortal Grass...Immortal Grass...this land...doesn’t seem like it grew Immortal Grass...
"Seed Research Institute, doesn’t research Immortal Grass seeds?
"Then what does it study?"
Even after thousands of years, land that grew Immortal Grass and land that didn’t would ultimately be different.
Several disciples also frowned, returned to the car for small shovels, and ran around, occasionally digging a hole to see what was beneath.
Bai Mo walked and observed, noticing that some land here actually grew Immortal Grass...but in very small quantities. Only a tenth.
Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly saw Small and Big Eyes running over excitedly, holding a few small pebbles.
"Eek eek eek!"
"Ooh ooh ooh!"
These were just dug out from the soil, never seen before, showing them to his master.
Bai Mo took them.
"Aren’t these just pebbles? What’s...huh?"
Bai Mo was stunned.
These weren’t pebbles!
If you use Divine Sense to examine closely, you would find that they are wheat fossils!
"Wheat fossils?
"Hmm?"
The wheat grains sealed in the stone were quite large, about the size of a raisin! Even surpassing today’s standards!
Bai Mo recalled the series of experimental reports excavated earlier.
"Those figures like plant height, number of leaves, filling efficiency, grain number, irrigation amount...those data aren’t for researching Immortal Grass, they’re for researching crops?
"The most important Seed Research Institute of Cyan Moon Pill Palace, doesn’t research Immortal Grass but crops?"
Bai Mo fell silent for a long time, then stood in reverence.
Given the social structure of Ancient Immortal Dynasty, Immortals would certainly never go hungry, eating whatever they wished.
Food production only concerns the slaves’ bellies!
Marquis Qing Yue was willing to use this vast plain in the mountains to research crops—such boldness was remarkable!
They saw Quanquan Hu, Black Ears, and White Ears, carrying a pile of documents over excitedly!
"Eek eek eek!"
"Ooh ooh ooh!"
"Eek eek eek!"
This batch of newly excavated documents would surely be useful to their master, whom he would surely appreciate!
Though the foxes couldn’t read, they could tell that the new documents had non-repeating patterns, which meant they were more valuable than repetitive ones!
The documents piled up on the ground, Bai Mo sat down, chuckling as he patted the heads of his disciples, picked up a piece, and began reading.
[...Grain is the foundation for generations, the Seed Research Institute prioritizes crops, Immortal Grass comes second...]
[...Cultivating nine acres of crop varieties could yield one acre of medicinal fields, cultivate Immortal Grass, research grass varieties...]
Is it really true!?
This Marquis Qing Yue woman, she’s hard to assess.
Bai Mo sat there, feeling the cold wind, holding his disciples, picking up one stone slab after another, wiping off the dirt, and reading carefully.
[...The wheat I cultivated is resistant to gale and won’t lodge. Four acres yield low, five acres yield high, and I regret it...]
Regret?
[...I should have sown that acre of medicinal fields with wheat strains as well...]
[...Wheat twice a year, I have 300 years left, how many more rounds of wheat could I sow...]
[...If I go to study Immortal Grass, in 300 years I won’t achieve anything, only to add one tearful old relic to the Immortal Dynasty, dying old on the Immortal Path...]
[...If I cultivate wheat, within 300 years, I could possibly triple wheat yields, perhaps feeding two more mouths...]
[...If I die on the Immortal Path, the world will be without me...]
[...If I cultivate high-yield wheat, the world will be full of me...]
In the fierce wind, Bai Mo put down this cold stone slab, and let out a long sigh.
What does civilization mean?
What does being an Immortal mean?
What does being a Fallen Immortal mean?
At this moment, he understood more deeply.
He was about to pick up another stone slab when White Tail ran over from afar, holding a jar.
"Eek eek eek!"
"Ooh ooh ooh!"
This jar was heavy, very intact, and sealed; there was no opening.
It must be something good; their master would surely like it!
Bai Mo smiled and accepted the jar, sensing it with his Divine Sense, and then touched the seal of the jar.
"Sealed with bronze and Giant Wood Vinegar?"
Giant Wood Vinegar is a Sequence Seven medicinal product, extremely good for sealing, but also extremely low in production and highly valuable!
"Thankfully, it is Giant Wood Vinegar; otherwise, the seal on this jar might not have withstood thousands of years."
What’s inside this treasure that the Ancient Immortal valued so much?
Bai Mo flickered Pill Fire in his palm, carefully controlling the temperature, and burned open the varnish seal, removing the lid.
Whoosh...
A hot wind burst from the jar, startling the fox disciples, causing them to shrink behind their master.
"No need to be afraid.
"Inside is...seeds."
Though thousands of years have passed, despite the excellent varnish seal, only a few strands of fine mold remain of the seeds inside.
There was a stone slab, however, excellently preserved.
Bai Mo took it out, and saw the Sequence Six text engraved on it.
[Marquis went on an expedition and never returned, news of wars are everywhere, princes fell one after another, Immortals bled one by one]
[The sky turned gray, no longer seeing the sun]
[Wars are insignificant; wars will eventually cease]
[But continuous gloomy skies, without sunlight, how could wheat grow]
[Growing wheat is an absolute necessity]
[They all say that rebel forces are about to attack Cyan Moon Pill Palace, we cropland Immortals must leave to evade the threat]
[Yet my jar of wheat just cultivated, able to grow in weak light]
[Must leave before planting?]
[I sealed the wheat in a jar, buried it underground, hoping that someday I could return, restart this jar, and replant this wheat]
[Should I die along the way, should I be buried in a foreign land, then leave this jar and this wheat for future generations]
[If by then the skies are still dark and see no sun, if future generations still need weak-light wheat, may my seeds offer some modest help]
The stone slab ended here.
Bai Mo reflected for a long time, looking at the jar, seeing that the last strands of mold were oxidized, shattered, dispersing into dust and disappearing.
White Tail approached, peeking into the jar, frowning, with its mouth wide open.
"Eek eek eek?
"Ooh ooh ooh?"
Where’s the stuff inside?
Dug for so long, got all muddy, dug for nothing?
Isn’t this bullying the foxes!
Bai Mo smiled faintly, held White Tail in his arms, and tucked the stone slab left by the crop cultivating Immortal into its embrace.
"This is indeed valuable!
"Keep it safe!"
