Chapter 811 — Showing Off His Skills
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Martial Uncle, wait a moment. I need to calculate first whether the physical body can even contain this many divine treasuries! " The old farmer's brow twitched. He gave a grunt of assent, and then watched as Shen Mu spread his hands outward, his vital essence constructing a numerical model of the human body and a numerical model of the divine treasuries.
Then Shen Mu gave a light snap of his fingers, and one divine treasury after another began to expand at furious speed. Shen Mu walked among the divine treasuries, observing closely. Suddenly another mass of vital essence flew out and transformed into a Heavenly Palace, with the Southern Heavenly Gate standing tall and lofty.
Shen Mu used his vital essence to manifest the twenty-six forms of divine treasuries, laying them out one by one, attempting to contain them all beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate. The old farmer looked carefully, and found he could no longer understand what he was seeing.
He gave a cold snort and thought, "Showing off!
" Shen Mu kept permuting and combining, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter. After a long while, he withdrew his vital essence and shook his head. "Martial Uncle, you're thinking too simply. If these were ordinary Seventh Divine Treasuries, five or six could fit beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate.
But some of these divine treasuries can't even fit beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate—they'd have to be connected to the Heavenly Palace itself. I think one divine treasury is best. More than that is useless. " The old farmer maintained his kindly expression.
"In that case, I'll destroy your Other Shore Divine Treasury first, and you can keep pondering. I'll go stay at the Imperial Preceptor Jingping's residence. Once you've opened a second divine treasury, send someone to call for me.
" Shen Mu said hastily, "Martial Uncle, why not stay here? Imperial Preceptor Jingping has no money—even food and clothing are a problem for him.
Besides, I'm skilled in medicine. I can help treat Martial Uncle's injuries.
" "No need! " the old farmer said stiffly. Then his tone suddenly softened, and with a gentle countenance he said, "Your cultivation is what matters. I won't disturb you. Imperial Preceptor Jingping has a poison expert named Fu Yuanqing who is also skilled in medicine. I'll have him treat me. " Shen Mu laughed.
"Fu Yuanqing is my senior brother, the Little Poison King. His medical skills aren't as good as mine, but they're not bad either. He certainly can treat Martial Uncle. In that case, I'll send some money to Imperial Preceptor Jingping's residence to cover Martial Uncle's expenses for these days.
" The old farmer urged, "Hurry up—where exactly is your Other Shore Divine Treasury located? " Shen Mu hastily indicated the location of the Other Shore Divine Treasury. Without another word, the old farmer pointed a finger at it.
A thunderous boom rang out, and the Other Shore Ark that Shen Mu had painstakingly constructed exploded into fragments—no more, no more!
Shen Mu's vital essence was thrown into violent turmoil, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The old farmer was about to leave when Shen Mu hurriedly suppressed his injuries and said, "Martial Uncle, this halo behind my head is a blessing from the Earth Mother Primordial Sovereign. Could Martial Uncle destroy it with martial force? " "What's so hard about that? " The old farmer threw a punch, and the halo behind Shen Mu's head burst apart with a crackling pop!
Shen Mu was stunned. He could not help but exclaim, "Martial Uncle's martial prowess is unmatched! " The old farmer felt quite pleased with himself. But just then, his expression shifted slightly. He stared at the back of Shen Mu's head and saw that within the shattered halo, countless runes were automatically reassembling.
Those runes were exceedingly small, and he vaguely sensed that their automatic recombination was drawing power from the earth. Soon they had restored themselves as before.