funbook-pk Chapter 500 - 279: Fox Mountain’s Little Gift for the Ancient Immortal
Chapter 500 - 279: Fox Mountain’s Little Gift for the Ancient Immortal
Under the dark clouds, the fierce wind howled.
Swish...
In the herb field stretching for miles, a car stopped on the main road.
The Big Golden Cuff and Little Golden Cuff jumped out of the driver’s cabin, one leaping into the truck bed, the other standing underneath, carefully and collaboratively unloading the pipeline from the truck bed!
"Ying ying ying!"
"Aow aow aow!"
The pipelines were crafted by the master using Primordial Immortal Qi, large-scale grown hollow plant stems, flexible and lively, even covered with bark on the outside.
Actually, the master said these pipelines are quite sturdy, not easily breakable... but the two foxes still handled them with extra care.
The two of them were responsible for laying out the main pipelines in the endless herb field!
After unloading, they joined forces at the roadside, wielding small shovels, digging out channels of appropriate size, and then burying the pipelines in.
"Aow aow aow!"
"Ying ying ying!"
The interfaces between each section of the pipeline were carefully coated with grafting potion, swiftly growing together and connecting.
Little Golden Cuff glanced at the Octagonal Peach Forest not far away, blinking, suddenly a bit worried.
"Ying ying ying,..."
Just yesterday, that Octagonal Peach Forest was its responsibility!
Growing octagonal peaches truly is a technical job, like one of its daily tasks was to count the ridges on the peaches!
If the eight ridges are arranged long, short, long, short, long, short, long, short, then there’s no problem.
If the eight ridges are arranged long, short, long, short, long, short, long, long... then it needs number eight fertilizer and number three potion!
It lifted its forepaw, counted its fox claws, reminiscing about the potion and fertilizer corresponding to each arrangement... worried if Ghost Eye One could take care of the Octagonal Peach Forest after it left?
The Big Golden Cuff patted its shoulder.
"Aow aow aow, ying ying ying..."
Telling it, its worry was purely unnecessary! The knack it had in taking care of the peach forest was taught by the master, and Ghost Eye One was also developed by the master, so there’s absolutely no need to worry. Even though they’re not sure if Ghost Eye One would work well, they absolutely trust the master!
Now their job has changed... every day from now on, they need to drive around the herb field inspecting the main pipelines.
The two foxes immediately put the peach forest issues behind them and looked at the pipeline lying in the channel, eyes filled with seriousness.
The master taught them the methods of pipeline inspection and maintenance, which they hadn’t learned yet, and they’ll need to ask the master about it again tonight!
...
Rustle...
A thick white hose extended out from the wellhead, successfully spitting out a splash of chilly well water.
"Aow aow aow!"
"Ying ying ying!"
The installation was successful!
Wind and Fire Wheel and Xiao Erlang danced around the well, hopping in celebration!
After stopping dancing, Wind and Fire Wheel rushed over to the well, holding the thick white hose with its fox paw, listening to the subtle sounds of the hose wriggling.
From now on, its job with Xiao Erlang became maintaining all the wells in the herb field!
They need to learn to judge the health of underwater grass pumps by listening to the sound.
Xiao Erlang stood aside, staring blankly at the Dogtail Vine Forest not far away. On the frames there, fluffy yellow vines hung down one by one.
Just yesterday, my job was still managing that vine forest, managing the vine forest is truly a technical job!
One of my daily tasks, for example, was inspecting the vine forest seven times a day and plucking ten hairs from the vines each time to see how many breaths it took for the hair to regrow.
If it took two breaths, then everything was normal.
If it took three breaths, then it needed to be sprinkled with potion number seven.
If it took one breath, then it needed large-scale watering.
If three breaths passed and the hair hadn’t regrown, then I needed to call the master directly...
"Aow?"
Xiao Erlang frowned.
This timing breath-clock was something I specially trained for under the master’s guidance because the timing of each breath is even and accurate!
Now that I’ve left the herb field, can this Dogtail Vine Forest still function properly?
While contemplating, it saw a car speeding past, loaded with a pile of "Ghost Eye One" stacked like a small mountain, and sitting on top of the carriage was the master.
Seeing the master’s back, it tilted its head and laughed aloud.
As long as the master is here, there’s nothing to worry about!
...
Swish...
The car stopped by the Daikon Radish field on the mountain’s roots.
The White Belt, originally responsible for this place, has already gone busy with other work, leaving this herb field quiet with only the sound of the wind.
Bai Mo jumped off the car and entered the radish field.
Following behind were Overalls carrying a small shovel, Small and Big Eyes holding a Ghost Eye One, and Butterfly Knot carrying a bucket of fertilizer.
The daikon radishes were gigantic, orange carrots protruding like barrels, orderly arranged in rows and columns, partially exposed above the ground in the herb field.
Overalls wagged its tail, following the master, wobbling, suddenly noticing these radishes had a rough appearance with... fox claw marks on each one?
"These are the claw marks left by White Belt while managing the radishes.
The daikon radish can’t judge drought or flood by the soil; it needs to gauge whether it needs watering based on the tactile sensation of the claw marks."
Bai Mo explained.
These were the odd tricks he taught his apprentices.
In fact, the orthodox approach to cultivating Immortal Grass is much more complicated; the roots, stems, leaves, and flowers all have strict observation standards, and the soil moisture, pH level, oxygen content, even environmental temperature, wind direction, and light exposure all have rigorous standards.
But since Fox Mountain’s planting scale is huge, Bai Mo couldn’t manage it alone, nor could he place too high demands on a group of foxes, so he invented a bunch of simple tricks. Additionally, the fertilizer and pesticides at Fox Mountain were designed to be multi-purpose from the start, each one addressing numerous issues, and that’s how this herb field developed to its present state.
"Alright, here, dig a hole, and bury the Ghost Eye One here!"
Bai Mo selected the most suitable spot, gently tapped a hole in the ground with his toe, and then directed his apprentices to start the task.
"Ying ying ying!"
Overalls rushed over, wielding a shovel.
...
Another autumn rain poured down, shrouding every road and every building of the North Suburb Base in a blurry rain.
Bai Mo stood at the office window, looking at the newly opened herb field in the distance.
Faintly, he could see silhouettes, donned in raincoats, moving through the fields, inspecting each emergent new shoot.
Mo Lanyou stood beside him, gesturing proudly.
"That is the newest Array Inspection Herb Field.
"It was cultivated at the North Suburb Base and will later be used to open large-scale fields in the West Ridge Mountain Range for extensive planting.
"This thing is relatively simple to grow.
"An acre of land with three gardeners, plus a bunch of high-precision sensors, sprinklers, and pesticide drones... that’s enough!
"In fact, inside the West Ridge Mountain Range, we’ve already cleared the land and buried the sensors.
"Among these sensors, there are two kinds that use the latest technology..."
He kept talking.
Bai Mo politely nodded from time to time.
Bai Mo’s fox apprentice, Big Crescent, stood on the windowsill, looked down at the herb field below, then turned around to look at Mo Lanyou boasting excitedly, cocked its head, and grinned.
Mo Lanyou was full of pride.
"Can Immortal Beasts understand high technology?
"Doesn’t it feel amazing?"
Seeing Big Crescent’s smile becoming brighter, he frowned and mumbled, "Why does that smile look kind of odd..."
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he hurriedly took it out.
"Huh?
"Let me reply to a work message!"
Bai Mo was curious—another anti-fan of the West State boss?
But this time, Mo Lanyou didn’t block his phone, and the screen actually showed a work message!
[The sensors we pre-buried at the Array Inspection Herb Field in the West Ridge Mountain Range were stolen!]
[So far, eighteen have been found missing, including the latest numbers twenty-seven and twenty-eight sensors]
Eighteen?
Mo Lanyou’s face was full of awkwardness.
In the herb field, several hundred sensors are buried in each acre of land, so missing eighteen doesn’t affect much.
But why would someone run into the deep mountains to steal them?
These sensors are specially developed by the Immortal Committee, using the latest technology, and truly aren’t available on the market.
"Could it be to steal the Immortal Committee’s technology?
"That’s pretty desperate!"
He asked the planting base manager.
[Have you started the pursuit?]
Soon got a reply.
[Yes, but we haven’t caught them!]
[The perpetrator is a Beast Master, who rode a white eagle to escape]
[Our helicopter wasn’t fast enough, we’ve requested a fighter jet for interception]
Beast Master?
Involved in immortal-related crime?
Dark Side’s Immortal Technique Master?
Mo Lanyou was even more puzzled.
"What the heck are they stealing sensors for?
"Huh?
"Could it be like me, wanting to use sensors to plant Immortal Grass?
"But those things, even ten or eight, aren’t useful?"
Bai Mo next to him remained expressionless, but suddenly recalled that someone once provided ten cryo-electron microscopes to Ancient Immortals.
If those people could quietly get ten electron microscopes, perhaps they could also replicate the Immortal Committee’s special sensors and send them to the Fallen Immortal’s Immortal Realm?
"Fallen Immortals also want to use science for farming?"
He looked at the rain curtain outside, and the gloomy sky.
"That won’t do."
...
When it rains in West State, the West Ridge Mountain Range doesn’t get rain, but you can’t see the sun either.
Large, heavy white clouds gathered into a boundless sea of clouds.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two fighter jets shed ring after ring of shockwaves, cutting through the sky and leaving vapour trails, quickly searching for the Immortal Technique Master who stole the sensors.
A gigantic white cloud, shattered by the collision, healed seamlessly under the wind.
Within the white clouds, a pure white giant eagle revealed itself, silently flying through the thick cloud sea towards the distance.
It turned out, this pure white giant eagle was called [Cloud Eagle], its innate Immortal Technique was [Cloud Escape], allowing it to conceal its form once entering the clouds, making it extremely difficult to detect.
"Hehehehe."
The Little Moustache Immortal Mage sat cross-legged on the Cloud Eagle’s back, couldn’t help but laugh.
The bag he held contained dozens of sensors he had just dug up, along with some dirt and grass leaves.
"Who the hell would have thought these plastic lumps could be worth a villa?"
Boss Dai had promised him, as long as the task was accomplished, he would reward him with a seaside villa!
Right now, holding the bag, he was already pondering renovation issues.
"I heard the sea breeze is pretty corrosive, what kind of materials should I choose for the renovation to last longer?"
He was entirely unaware that, high up in the sky, a pair of frog eyes were gazing down, locking onto him!
Nor did he notice that in the bag he held, among the hurriedly packed grass leaves, a sudden eye opened—a pitch-black eye!
...
In the North Suburb Base, inside the office.
Bai Mo and Mo Lanyou sat on the sofa, drinking tea while watching the work group, paying attention to the latest developments.
"This is ridiculous, the phased array radar can’t find them, the fighter jets can’t locate them either.
"Can this flying immortal beast actually become invisible?"
Bai Mo also frowned.
To be fair, the Immortal Technique of hiding in clouds was indeed a bit tricky... He had to spend some effort before he found it.
Mo Lanyou had come to realize, his face now looking grim.
"I’m really afraid now that an Ancient Immortal stole my sensors, planning to use scientific methods to cultivate Immortal Grass!
"The stronger they become, the worse it is for us!
"Developing such advanced sensors, aren’t we aiding the enemy?"
Bai Mo remained expressionless, thinking that there was no need to worry.
Sensors and such don’t really provide much help in cultivating Immortal Grass.
At most, they turn the workload from ten people to eight people.
Moreover, what the Ancient Immortals brought back isn’t just sensors, but also a little gift courtesy of Fox Mountain!