Change jobs, pet beast!

At the entrance of the Golden Toad Hot Spring, Ying Mu stood with a smirk, about to offer his explanation.

Cheng Zhengqi glared at him and revealed his secret:

"Brother Jiang, this person is a cook in a combat unit in a small city!"

"Because of the poison used to feed the fat-dissolving scorpions, and the failure to promptly dispose of the tools and ingredients afterwards, more than a dozen people suffered from severe diarrhea, and the entire operation of the relevant small team failed..."

"When the superior found out, he was furious, dismissed him from his post, and exiled him to the frontier, which is why he came to Green Crow Ridge!"

"But he's incorrigible, still obsessed with researching poisonous foods, repeatedly blowing up his own kitchen, and now he's in this pathetic state, desperately begging a bathhouse attendant to help him bathe!"

"elder brother!"

Ying Mu clasped his hands together and repeatedly begged for mercy:

"Please give her another chance. This is the worst it's ever been. If we don't clean up this mess properly, Rongrong really might die!"

"Besides, I really did come to visit you last time, but your door was locked and no one answered. I couldn't just stand there as punishment..."

"I don't believe you!"

Cheng Zhengqi spat and grabbed Jiang Mo, offering him all sorts of advice:

"Brother Jiang, don't worry about him. His fat-dissolving scorpion is extremely difficult to clean. To get it completely clean, you have to stand very close and cast the spell with precision."

"But this one is unruly and wild, and might give you a sting at any time during your bath. If you get stung, you'll end up like me, suffering excruciating pain for a week..."

"The reason Qiulong refused to take him in was because their boss's wife had been stung before, losing forty pounds in three days, basically skin and bones, so naturally she hated him to the core..."

Jiang Mo listened to every single word.

Suddenly, he asked Ying Mu, "Since these food scraps contain deadly poison, even the fat-dissolving scorpion couldn't withstand them, why are you unharmed?"

Ying Mu's mind went blank for a moment, then he suddenly grabbed at a savior and blurted out:

"I'm a chef, with the Level 1 ability 'Born Foodie,' which grants me some resistance to poison."

"Also—look at my tongue, see? The coating on my tongue is colored!"

"This is my innate 'poisonous tongue.' My body automatically gathers toxic substances, which eventually accumulate on my tongue, and then I use my tongue to lick the target, inflicting a poisoning effect..."

Cheng Zhengqi sneered, clearly aware of the matter.

He Zhifeng was engrossed in the conversation when he heard the word "nature," and couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation. His gaze, which fell on Ying Mu, became more thoughtful.

"The Master's innate special talent, 'Nature,' has a certain degree of family inheritance, but it also has a strong element of randomness..."

Jiang Mo's eyes and brows were as still as a deep pool, and there was not a trace of emotion on his face.

But deep down, I felt a genuine sense of envy.

On average, only one out of every hundred Masters possesses the weakest D-grade nature.

Even the weakest among them are still "privileged" to their master who lacks natural instincts, and are inherently superior to others, whether raising pets or fighting on the battlefield.

"If you're not afraid of poison, why don't you clean the venom off the fat scorpion yourself? You can lick it clean for it," Cheng Zhengqi said bluntly.

"Brother, there's a limit."

Ying Mu said with a mournful face, "I feel terrible right now. I want to find something to lick to detox, to lick Rongrong's body... but I'll die too!"

"Besides, I'm not a professional, I can't get it clean, I can only rely on you guys for this kind of thing..."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhengqi's brows furrowed, his expression remaining cold, but his eyes kept glancing at the Fat-Dissolving Scorpion.

The situation is indeed different from last time.

The injuries were visibly severe; the venom was continuously seeping into the flesh, and the life force of the fat-dissolving scorpion was declining.

"He's willing to pay ten times the normal bath price. Let's give it a try. I'll be careful."

Jiang Mo swore that he really wasn't after the spirit stones.

If I don't accept this wish quest (Difficulty 1), how can I sleep soundly tonight?

"Brother Jiang—"

Cheng Zhengqi called out, his gaze sweeping over Ying Mu. Seeing Ying Mu's pleading face, Cheng Zhengqi's eyes twitched, and he slowly turned his head away, a hint of struggle appearing in his eyes.

"It's inappropriate to stand by and watch someone die, since they are a customer."

Jiang Mo pointed to the backyard of the Golden Toad Hot Spring, "But you can't go into the hot spring. If even a little bit of poison residue falls off your body, we'll be busy cleaning it all day."

"Yes, yes, yes, we'll do whatever you say!"

Ying Mu was overjoyed and immediately pulled the small cart, obediently following the direction indicated.

"Niwan, find me a wooden bucket."

"Nichi!"ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ♡

The little penguin is a master of gossip, eating from beginning to end, even if it often doesn't understand what he's saying, it still enjoys it immensely.

Suddenly receiving the command, it flapped its little wings and immediately slid into the house, using the moisture on the ground to forcefully slide through the mud.

Wooden barrel, wooden barrel~

Find a big wooden barrel~

Hey there, I found it!

"Um... is there anything I can help you with?"

Normally, Ying Mu would probably have to think about how this mud penguin could be so smart.

But at this moment, his mind was not on anything else; he stared intently at Jiang Mo and asked nervously.

"Hold down the scorpion's tail, I'm going to sting you, don't bother me."

"Hmm...no problem!"

Ying Mu immediately grabbed the scorpion's tail, which was swaying back and forth.

It was clear that even though the fat-dissolving scorpion was weak and bound, his strength was lacking, and he was struggling to press it down.

"Rongrong, Rongrong, calm down. We've come to see the doctor. You'll definitely get better..."

A few words of reassurance.

The fat-dissolving scorpion hissed and screamed, becoming even more frightened and struggling more fiercely; the binding strap even showed signs of breaking.

"Muddy chirp~~"

The little black mud penguin awkwardly pushed a large wooden bucket to the outside of the house and waved its small wings at its owner.

"Forget it, stop pressing. The way you're pressing, I'm afraid to lie in bed."

Jiang Mo shook his head. "Niwan, you come here."

"Chirp!" ᡴ⁽˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶⁾ꪫ

Niwan's eyes lit up; it actually had a chance to shine?

However, the master did not specify what to do, only vaguely expressing "subdue" or "hold down"...

Niwan's mind raced, and suddenly he pulled a white glutinous rice seed from his armpit.

The grain seeds are small, only the size of a baby's fist, and reflect a faint white light.

The little guy gently hugged it, its beak murmured unconsciously, and then suddenly tossed it away.

"puff!"

The moment it landed, a faint spiritual energy surged, the white glutinous rice expanded, the snow-white glutinous rice solidified into flesh and bones, and the supple rice stalks intertwined to form armor, growing taller inch by inch, finally stabilizing at a height of six feet five inches.

Farmers' inherent power—to turn beans into soldiers!

"It's definitely not as good as sweet potato root..."

Jiang Mo recalled that when he was raiding the beehive, Niwan used the "Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers" technique for the first time, and the green potato warriors were six feet eight inches tall.

The strength of this power depends primarily on the quality of the seed.

A standard one-star spirit seed can summon "seven-foot bean soldiers".

If the seed is shorter than the others, it indicates that the seed quality is poor, and the strength of the bean soldiers will also be reduced.

"Looking forward to the Firefruit Tree bearing fruit; then we'll have a two-star spirit seed!"

Suppress the surging, distracting thoughts.

Then they witnessed the warriors of Bainuo Valley capturing the fat-dissolving scorpion, pressing down its stinger firmly until it didn't budge.

Jiang Mo brought his two fingers together without making any extra movements. The deep blue water snake, carrying water mist, darted out and silently bowed its head. Beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were surging.