Change jobs, pet beast!

Three days later, at the edge of the swamp.

The nest was suspended in a hollow in a piece of dead wood, its entire body gleaming with a golden-orange light, and a gentle warmth emanating from within.

Countless vellum bees were going in and out of the nest entrance.

However, it was only the size of an infant's fist, its body covered with fine, downy orange-red short hairs, and when it flapped its wings, it emitted a loud buzzing sound, exuding an unapproachable, scorching pressure.

"Finally found it."

Two or three hundred meters away, He Zhifeng crouched in the mud, cautiously observing the movement of the bee swarm, and whispered:

"Young master, are you looking for fireflies because you want to befriend the guard at the village entrance?"

Not entirely.

Jiang Mo smiled. "Fire velvet honey is considered a treasure among first-star spiritual materials. A bottle the size of a fingertip can sell for 1 copper coin. A beehive should be able to collect at least twenty or thirty bottles, right?"

He Zhifeng nodded slightly.

Although they lack everything now.

But the process of the young master figuring out how to earn more spirit stones, from thinking about it to putting it into practice, was more precious to him than the money itself.

Jiang Mo added, "Fire-type spiritual materials are expensive. Instead of buying them directly, it's better to capture them ourselves."

"Even though the trolls have been eating and drinking well and are fighting much more frequently than before, the lack of nutritional supplements is ultimately hindering their growth efficiency."

The crane sensed the wind's movement; this was a plan to kill three birds with one stone.

The boy who once needed constant care has, in the blink of an eye, shed his naivety and grown into a responsible young man. It's truly... a cause for sighing and lamenting.

He immediately smiled and said, "What are your plans, young master? This old servant will follow your orders!"

Jiang Mo pondered for a moment and said, "Fireflies can build hives, and the queen bee inside must hold a first-star pet position."

"However, the queen bee does not normally leave the hive; she only appears when mating or in life-or-death situations..."

"The trolls will lead the charge later."

"Niwan is responsible for conquering and seizing."

"The specific plan is as follows..."

Not far away, the Fire Hound was multitasking, memorizing commands while simultaneously pooping on its rear end, remaining calm and composed throughout.

Because it was a newcomer and there was a language barrier, the little black mud penguin could only wait patiently for its owner to play "Pictionary." It looked a little nervous and a little silly, which was incredibly endearing.

……

It was late at night.

A crimson figure suddenly burst forth, a fireball in its mouth striking the withered tree with a hanging honeycomb precisely.

The swarm of tinder bees, which had been dozing off, was completely awakened by a loud bang.

In an instant, the orange-red flames blazed brightly.

More than half of the worker bees rushed out of the hive to chase after the damned culprit, unleashing a barrage of sharp and scorching "fire needles" that filled the sky.

"Woof woof woof!"

A "magical shield" suddenly appeared above their heads, and the clanging of fire needles echoed incessantly.

The fire hound turned back to provoke them, then, acting like nothing had happened, led the swarm of bees in circles.

"Niwan, let's begin."

Jiang Mo looked at the little black mud penguin with anticipation.

After three days of getting to know each other, Niwan's basic vocabulary has exceeded 100 words. With a little more effort, he could graduate from kindergarten.

As for exploring the pet job "farmer," Niwan has also passed the initial stage and basically has a good understanding of it.

"Muddy chirp!"

The little black mud penguin nodded, stretched out its chubby little wings, and carefully took a thick, sturdy plant root from its owner's hand.

Those are the roots and stems of a green potato.

Farmers need seeds not only for planting, but also to advance their professional experience.

It also has another important use—combat!

The little black mud penguin gently embraced the sweet potato root.

Her big, round eyes closed, and a hint of human-like piety appeared on her little face.

"Buzzing—"

The roots and stems of the green potato trembled up and down.

The black mud light flowed continuously into the tips of the little black mud penguin's wings, causing the sweet potato roots to swell rapidly.

Then, with a soft "poof," the sweet potato root fell to the ground, a burst of smoke erupted, and an oppressive atmosphere suddenly surged forth.

coming!

Jiang Mo held his breath and concentrated.

A second or two later, the fog cleared and he could see clearly, and there was a huge creature standing in front of him.

It was a humanoid plant warrior, its body cast from cold, hard, and solid green potato blocks, with a surface covered with dry, cracked mud patterns.

The limbs are twisted from potato roots, stiff and grotesque;

Its face lacked any fleshy contours, with only two narrow eye sockets sunken into its flat, potato-shaped head. Within these sockets burned two clusters of cold, blue energy flames, unblinking and motionless, radiating a chilling, deathly stillness.

"Muddy chirp!"

With a flick of its wing, the little black mud penguin sent the green potato warrior stomping its foot on the mud and charging straight toward the velvet beehive without any fancy moves.

Farmers' inherent power—to turn beans into soldiers!

This is one of only two attack methods among the six inherent powers of farmers, and its practicality surpasses even the Deep Cultivation Technique!

"Buzzing—"

The remaining worker bees that had been lurking in the nest all came out this time.

Fire needles! Fire needles! Fire needles everywhere!

But the potato warriors ignored it completely and charged forward. In no time, their bodies were covered with countless needles, sparks flying everywhere, dazzling and brilliant.

He Zhifeng, who was closely monitoring the battle, couldn't help but admire it.

Plant-type puppet assassins are incredibly efficient and effortless in carrying out this kind of mission.

"Rustling sound—"

The fire needle carries a scorching heat; when it enters the flesh, it will inevitably cause the skin and flesh to char and the person to scream in agony.

But the Green Potato Warrior's body was as stiff and cold as a rock, without feeling any pain, and his steps did not falter in the slightest. In an instant, he pounced in front of the dead tree.

The gnarled and twisted potato root arms gripped the outer wall of the honeycomb tightly.

With a sudden burst of strength from his fingers, he forcefully plucked the entire fragrant tinder honeycomb from the hollow and held it firmly in the crook of his arm.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

Their homes were destroyed, fueling their rage, and the bees went berserk.

Even some of the worker bees that were chasing the fire hounds sensed something was wrong and began to turn back and block the way.

The potato warriors were surrounded in the blink of an eye!

A deep blue water snake suddenly surged forth, like a sword cleaving through the miasma, tearing a gap in the swarm of bees.

The little black mud penguin also rushed out, sliding rapidly through the mud, pecking at its feathers with its beak, digging out chunks of black mud, and mercilessly knocking down velvet bees one by one.

It seemed that the potato warriors were about to escape.

The beehive, tightly locked in the crook of the arm, suddenly broke open with a small hole, and a fire bee, as big as an adult man's fist, emerged, radiating a warm and clear pale golden light, forcefully suppressing the overwhelming ferocity.

Jiang Mo stared intently, her pupils suddenly contracting.

This is undoubtedly the queen bee.

However, its body is covered with a pattern of gilded and pure white velvet, resembling a monk's robe hanging down. Its wings flutter gently without any ferocity, but rather with a soft, ethereal sound of chanting.

The most outrageous part is the top of the head, where there is no hair at all, and it is very bald and abrupt. There is also a round burn mark in the very center, which is similar to the incense scar left after a monk takes vows in his previous life.

[Race]: Wild Edelweiss

[Bloodline Rank]: Mountain and River Beasts (Lower Grade)

[Life Cycle]: Maturity Stage

[Attribute]: Fire

[Pet Class]: Little Monk (One Star)

[Work Experience]: 80%

Jiang Mo was taken aback. It really was a "little novice monk"?

The queen of this beehive is actually a nun?