“Didn't you say we need to extract the essence? Since this game is about cultivation and herbs can be refined into pills, then logically, we can refine dung too. Why not use the alchemy furnace to refine the War Camel Beast dung into pills? Let's call it… Dung Pills!” Niu Roumian declared with utter seriousness.
“What???”
Farm Master was dumbfounded. Refining dung? Was that even a thing? But as he pondered more deeply…
“You know… that actually makes sense!” Farm Master's eyes sparkled as if a whole new world had just opened up to him.
As someone with expertise in real-world agricultural science, Farm Master had worked with fertilizers and composts for years and wasn't bothered by such things. But other players? Not so much.
“Wait… are you guys serious?” A few players stared in disbelief as Niu Roumian and Farm Master began putting their plan into action.
Niu Roumian quickly brought over a large pot, filled it with water, and lit a fire. Nothing unusual so far—until Farm Master arrived with a sack full of War Camel Beast dung and dumped the entire thing into the pot.
“Are… are they cooking dung?”
“What the heck? Have these two gone mad?”
“Niu Roumian's hunger knows no bounds. Even dung isn't safe!”
The stench was unbearable, and the gathered players scrambled to retreat over 100 meters away, watching the duo in horror.
“Boiling the dung first has many benefits,” Farm Master explained, fully immersed in his task. Niu Roumian nodded in agreement, diligently skimming the brown scum off the boiling pot with a ladle.
“Bleh!” A few players with weaker stomachs couldn't hold it in and vomited on the spot. The rest retreated even farther.
“These two are more terrifying than an entire horde of War Camel Beasts!”
Once the boiling was done, the pair transported the refined dung to the ruined alchemy hall, where they placed it into an ancient alchemy furnace.
“Fire it up!” Farm Master ordered, and Niu Roumian obediently lit the furnace. Soon, the refining process began.
“Do you think this will actually work?” Farm Master asked.
“Who knows? But hey, it's worth a shot—it doesn't cost contribution points!” Niu Roumian replied casually, completely unbothered.
After one incense stick's worth of time, the furnace calmed. Niu Roumian opened the lid, and a nauseating wave of… Dung Aroma surged out, nearly knocking him unconscious.
Inside, they found a single brown, slightly soft, marble-sized sphere.
“Is this… a Dung Pill?” Niu Roumian asked, holding the ball aloft.
Surprisingly, despite its questionable origin and smell, the pill had a soft texture with a faint crystalline sheen, giving it a somewhat medicinal appearance.
“Let's test it!” Farm Master urged. The two hurried back to the spirit field and crushed the Dung Pill into powder, mixing it into water to create a slurry, which they poured around a planted seed.
And then…
Something miraculous happened.
The spirit grass seed absorbed the slurry like it had been parched for centuries, rapidly sprouting roots and tendrils. Its growth rate visibly accelerated.
“Now try using the Azure Emperor Longevity Body!” Farm Master suggested excitedly.
“Right!” Niu Roumian activated the technique, channeling its azure energy into the soil.
The moment the azure light enveloped the seed, its growth exploded. It even began emitting its own faint azure glow, as if it were cultivating the Azure Emperor Longevity Body itself.
In less than an hour, the Dung Pill was fully absorbed, and a small, vibrant green sprout emerged from the soil.
“Ding! Congratulations, player Niu Roumian! You successfully cultivated spirit grass and completed the task. Reward: 100 contribution points!”
The system notification brought elation to the duo.
“It worked!” Niu Roumian and Farm Master exchanged a jubilant high-five, their faces glowing with pride.
Meanwhile, in the main hall…
A powerful burst of energy erupted as He Yiming opened his eyes, feeling the surge of strength coursing through him.
Breakthrough achieved! Late stage of the Spiritual Vein Realm!
In just one day, thanks to the Fortune Mastery of Destiny and the tireless efforts of his 88 “disciples,” He Yiming had ascended to a new level. The speed of his cultivation advancement left even himself astonished.
“At the Haotian Academy, the record for advancing from the early to the late stage of the Spiritual Vein Realm was ten months—set by a so-called prodigy.”
“I did it in just three days…”
The sheer absurdity of his growth rate wasn't lost on him. But this wasn't just his accomplishment; it was the result of his industrious players.
“My hardworking disciples, you truly are amazing!” He Yiming muttered with heartfelt gratitude.
As dawn broke, He Yiming greeted the new day with his customary check-in.
“Ding! Check-in successful!”
“Reward: Special Tool – Diamond Cutter!”
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