Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

That morning, Li Qingshan was chopping grass in the yard when he saw Lu Botong and another officer appear in front of the village gate.

"We want to talk to you."

Li Qingshan strode over and stopped about three zhang away from them: "What do you want to talk about?"

"I am Jin Wuji, the General of the Northern Regions."

"I am Lu Botong, the General of the Northern Regions. Won't you invite us in for a look?"

"If you have something to say, you can say it here," Li Qingshan said.

"We have confirmed the prince's safety," Jin Wuji said.

"It's freezing cold, Your Highness can't bear the hardship, so we've come to bring you some clothes and food," said Lu Botong.

"Put anything down," Li Qingshan said. "As for your prince, he's doing well, but I suspect he doesn't want to see you."

Lu Botong and Jin Wuji exchanged a glance, and Jin Wuji said, "We want to rescue the Prince. We will agree to whatever conditions you set, as long as the Prince is safe."

"Do you know that the Prince is the ruler of the North? If he is away for a long time, the barbarians will definitely take advantage of the situation. Once the North falls into chaos, the people will suffer, and it will all be your fault," Lu Botong shouted.

"How chaotic can things get?" Li Qingshan asked. "Will it get worse than it is now?"

"What do you know, you're just a farmer? Can you even see the general trend of the world, the fortunes and misfortunes of the people?" Lu Botong said. "Quickly, release the prince."

"Ahem." Jin Wuji coughed twice and said, "My colleague is a bit anxious, please don't take it to heart, Mr. Li. Now, we just want you to release the prince. We will agree to whatever conditions you set."

"You can agree to any conditions?" Li Qingshan thought for a moment and said, "Send a cartload of iron first."

"Then, you'll release the prince?" Lu Botong asked.

"Of course not, but if you send over the iron, we can continue our discussion," Li Qingshan said.

"You!" Lu Botong's eyelids twitched, and he wished he could draw his sword and kill Li Qingshan on the spot.

"Alright, we can send you a cartload of iron," Jin Wuji said. "However, we would like to see the Prince first, as many matters in the army depend on his orders."

Li Qingshan shook his head: "It's not that I don't want him to see you, but that he doesn't want to see you. He's depressed right now, and probably doesn't want to lose face in front of his subordinates."

"This..." Jin Wuji hesitated for a moment, "We have already shown enough sincerity, but you still won't budge an inch. I'm afraid we won't be able to explain ourselves. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Li Qingshan asked.

Jin Wuji raised his head. "I have a colleague, known as the number one warrior in the North, who has been guarding the Dragon-Slaying Valley. He heard that you killed the chieftain of the Red Bone Tribe with a single spear thrust, and he greatly admires you. Therefore, he has always wanted to have a contest with you. If you can defeat him, you will be offered the iron materials, and we can discuss other conditions later. If you lose, please release the Prince, and we can still guarantee your life."

After thinking for a moment, Li Qingshan said, "Alright, I can have a match with him."

Jin Wuji smiled and said, "Then we'll meet again tomorrow. I'd also like to witness your skills."

The two bid farewell and returned to the northern camp.

Upon hearing this news, Tuoba Feng laughed heartily: "A mere brat dares to compete with me? He truly doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

Jin Wuji said, "It's thanks to Brother Lu's excellent acting that he was able to fall for it so easily."

Lu Botong shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I really can't play this impatient and restless person."

Jin Wuji said, "Don't worry, I'll smash his head open with a hammer tomorrow, and then we'll take the prince home."

Lu Botong shook his head: "No, why can't you use your 500-pound sledgehammer tomorrow?"

"Why?" Tuoba Feng asked, his eyes wide.

Lu Botong said, "That man killed many barbarians. I heard he's very strong, seemingly no weaker than you. If you win, that's fine, but if you lose, we're completely out of luck. So, tomorrow you're not allowed to use a hammer, only a knife. As long as you manage to cut him once, and have his blood, we can have Brother Zuo cast a spell to curse him to death."

Zuo Qiuhan nodded to the side.

Tuoba Feng blinked and waved his hand, saying, "I can defeat him even with a sword."

Jin Wuji said, "I will arrange more manpower and bring some archers. If there is a real opportunity, we can shoot them to death with arrows and rescue the prince."

……

The next day is dawn.

Li Qingshan was awakened by the sound of drums.

All that could be heard outside was a rumbling sound, as if the roof was about to be ripped off.

Li Qingshan rolled over and sat up, yawning as he said, "It's probably your men who've arrived. Do you want to go out and check?"

Zhou Wohu closed his eyes and gently shook his head.

As Li Qingshan stood up, Zhou Wohu tried to hand him the black iron spear he was dragging from the corner of the wall, but he simply couldn't move it.

Li Qingshan picked it up and held it lightly in his hand.

"Be careful," Old Zhang said from the table.

"Is there a problem?" Li Qingshan asked.

"In this world, there are no more than fifteen people stronger than you," Old Zhang said. "But you are all alone; it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark."

"I understand."

After saying that, Li Qingshan picked up his gun and left the earthen house.

By this time, the area in front of the village was already crowded with people.

Tuoba Feng was surrounded in the middle, wearing a set of golden armor, and in the sunlight, he looked like a god descending to earth.

As Li Qingshan appeared riding his little black horse, everyone's eyes fell on him.

Tuoba Feng glanced at him disdainfully: "You're not wearing armor, so I can't take advantage of you. I have a set of armor; you can borrow it for now."

"No need," Li Qingshan shook his head. "I don't have the habit of wearing armor, and it seems unnecessary to deal with you."

"Aaaaah!" Tuoba Feng shouted angrily, "Guards, remove my armor! Remove my armor!"

Jin Wuji noticed that Tuoba Feng was getting carried away. He quickly stepped forward and said, "We have already prepared the iron materials. As long as we defeat General Tuoba, we will send them up with you."

Li Qingshan stood behind the gate of the stronghold, glancing around. "What are so many people doing? Are they trying to take advantage of the chaos? Remember, even if I'm not here, someone can still kill your prince."

Jin Wuji, whose thoughts had been seen through, showed no embarrassment whatsoever. He waved his hand and said, "It's a misunderstanding. These people are here to cheer. Since you don't like large crowds, please have them leave."

The crowd retreated in a rush, leaving only Tuoba Feng and his personal guards in front of the village gate.

Tuoba Feng had already removed his armor, mounted his horse, and taken the steel sword from his personal guard, saying, "I am Tuoba Feng. Fighting me today will be the greatest honor of your life."

Li Qingshan remained silent for a moment, then said, "I have already killed the barbarian chieftain. Compared to him, you seem to be nothing."

Tuoba Feng was so angry that he yelled "Wah-ya-ya!" again, grabbed his steel sword, and charged forward with a roar.

Li Qingshan turned his horse around and charged down the slope. He swung his spear in the air, and Tuoba Feng suddenly lay down on his horse's back, his steel saber stabbing towards Li Qingshan's thigh.