Change jobs, pet beast!

After a bowl of warm soup, the heat flows through my limbs, making me feel comfortable and relaxed.

Mudball curiously approached, sniffing and tasting the soup residue. Suddenly, it tilted its head, called out softly, and tapped its owner's arm with its little wings.

Jiang Mo immediately poked its round belly and asked with a smile, "Is it because it's warm here, and there's something strange about it?"

"Muddy chirp, muddy chirp?"

How does Master know everything? Amazing!

Niwan was particularly surprised.

Their kind doesn't have poop.

The pores on the skin absorb nutrients from the soil, while the muddy flesh inside the body circulates and is replaced. Impurities are expelled from the skin and become hardened clumps of mud in the gaps between the feathers, which also serve as reserve ammunition for mud-spraying...

But that dregs in the soup just now weren't impurities!

The time spent chatting has already spread out evenly and become a part of my body!

Jiang Mo poked its beak and chuckled, reminding it, "Because this is a magical delicacy. If it weren't magical, how could it dare to give itself this name?"

Mudball: (៷>ᴗ<៷)

New knowledge! Awesome!

But I can't understand it...

The little guy, quite self-assured, tilted his head back, waiting for his owner's next move.

"Same as always, I'll draw, you guess."

Jiang Mo is getting more and more used to this method of assisted communication. The more troublesome and complicated it is now, the less clueless he will be when executing key instructions in the future.

"Mud chirp..."

A few minutes later, Niwan blinked his innocent big eyes, and Jiang Mo concluded definitively:

"In short, even ghosts without physical form have their own unique and wondrous cuisine."

"Even without a mouth or mouthparts, some amazing foods can enter the body of a pet and exert certain magical effects."

"In comparison, the loach soup is very ordinary."

"Since you can feel the heat, it means it's helping your growth... Old Crane, don't leave the rest of the loaches for me, give them all to Niwan. As long as they help him grow taller and stronger, and reach maturity sooner, then it's worth it."

"This old servant will definitely give your full support!"

He Zhifeng finished another bowl of eel soup, his face flushed with a slightly tipsy glow. His gaze narrowed, and he murmured absently, lost in thought:

"The four life cycles of pets...birth, maturity, glory, and decay."

"Among them, 'Brilliance' undoubtedly stands at the pinnacle of the life system. I was fortunate enough to witness it once when I was young, and it was breathtaking..."

"Generally, pet animals only have three cycles: birth, maturity, and decay."

The old crane paused for a moment and sighed:

"Trolls are greedy for mud eels, but they've already reached maturity, and their bloodline development is nearing its limit."

"Right now, I just need to focus on improving my professional experience, so I don't have a strong need for this kind of food."

"Mudball, you're different. In your juvenile stage, in terms of ability, you're only slightly stronger than a mature Giant-Winged Skull. The advantages of your superior bloodline haven't been fully developed, and your potential is enormous..."

The little black mud penguin understood a little bit.

Eat this, and you'll grow bigger and stronger.

But now the bowl is empty...

The little black mud penguin immediately picked up its owner's empty bowl and handed it to He Zhifeng, its eyes reflecting a hint of determination.

Being powerful doesn't necessarily guarantee recognition.

But the weak will always be bullied!

This is all the experience it had before meeting its owner, and the lessons it learned.

Looking at that empty bowl.

He Zhifeng was taken aback, but couldn't help but smile kindly:

"You're much smarter than the average mud penguin. You figured out Grandpa's position so quickly and started asking him for favors?"

"Nichi!"ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ♡

The little penguin flaps its wings, its big eyes curving upwards.

I got praised!

Although he is not the owner, this is Dog's owner.

Dog Grandpa protected it and was even willing to live in its mud burrow.

Hello, Dog Lord.

Hello, sir.

It's already an equation.

He Zhifeng laughed and said, "You have to wait in line. The next one is for Old Man Duan. His daughter is also at the age of growth. What use is antidote medicine alone after a serious illness? Young Master wants to use a bowl of eel soup to help her recover her vitality."

"Then, I'll take a nap in the afternoon to recover my soul power. I promised to give the third serving of eel soup to the troll. I keep my word and can't go back on it."

"If you want to eat, it can be either dinner time or late-night snack time. The choice is yours."

"mud……"

With the help of its owner, the little black mud penguin understood the old man's intention, tilted its head and thought for a moment, then pointed its little wings toward the direction where the sun was setting.

"Understood, Grandpa will arrange it for you."

He Zhifeng laughed heartily, tied on his apron, and returned to the kitchen to get busy again.

"Niwan, let's continue tilling the fields and try to plant the fruit trees today."

"Muddy chirp~~"

The little black mud penguin waddled along, following in its owner's footsteps.

"The size of the field is just right for now."

"However, relying solely on the 'Soil Nourishing Aura' and 'Dripping Sweat Turns into Dew' method, it's only possible to upgrade inferior land to ordinary land in a day or two. To turn it into a spiritual field for cultivating spiritual materials is as difficult as ascending to heaven... So what should we do?"

"mud!"

The little black mud penguin immediately ran to a corner of the backyard, where there were three large sacks that Grandpa Crane had carried over this morning, and it saw them.

in the process.

Little short legs, smack smack.

The little wings fluttered.

Niwan finally dragged out the first sack and dumped its contents out in one gulp.

Bones, long and short, white and gray, big and small... some still stained with blood.

The feathers, mainly the silvery tail feathers, are a thick bundle on the giant skuas.

In addition, there were some scales, mineral debris, and rotting flesh wrapped in leaves...

The air was filled with a smell that was hard to describe.

"These are considered trash in human shops. Even with great effort, they can only fetch a copper coin or two. Generally, no one collects or buys them."

"But they are all treasures to us... It's a pity our abilities are limited, otherwise we could have brought back even more."

Jiang Mo stood by the wall, calmly observing, and offered encouragement:

"Niwan, let's begin. I look forward to your performance."

"Muddy chirp!"

The little black mud penguin nodded, gathered its tiny wings together to collect its "treasures," and tossed them one by one into the cracks in the ground.

Farmers' six inherent abilities: soil exploration, cloud vein analysis, turning sweat into dew, turning beans into soldiers, deep plowing techniques, and... composting techniques!

With this technique, limbs and bones, furnace ash and medicine residue, insect shells and cocoons, decaying leaves and withered branches... can all be turned into fertilizer, quickly enriching the soil and hatching spiritual fields!

This is the first time that Niwan has used composting.

Completely follow your instincts.

In Jiang Mo's eyes, however, it was a smooth and seamless performance.

"As expected of someone with innate full experience."

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

His own contracted pet is successful, what's the difference between that and having a child who becomes successful? Even though he's never had one... that doesn't stop him from imagining!

"Mud chirp..."

In the middle of the muddy ground in the backyard, the little black mud penguin remained in a squatting position with its eyes closed.

Light green energy patterns slowly extended from its feet into the surrounding ravines.

In the gullies, the spiritual substances remaining in the garbage that should have been discarded seep into the soil like fine rain, and the color of the land is gradually darkening.