I built a floating city in the game.

"Breeding!"

"Hybridization!"

Upon hearing these two words and recalling the reactions of the indigenous people just now, they couldn't help but get excited.

The people who do these things in real life are legends, and they seem to be able to recreate these things in the game.

How can I still sleep?

At this age? How can you still be sleeping at this hour?

Why not just meditate? Why sleep? It's not like you'll suddenly die.

In this feeling of creating a legend, they became completely excited and got to work with great enthusiasm.

Lu Zheng even went offline and called his mentor.

"Sir! Do you know any big names in agriculture?"

The professor was completely bewildered when he received the call in the middle of the night.

"No way! In the middle of the night, are you crazy? Get lost!"

Finished your thesis? Successfully completed the experiment? Found a girlfriend? Made money?

"Forehead...."

After being scolded, Lu Zheng glanced at the time and saw that it was already midnight. He reluctantly gave up, went back online, and worked through the night with Yang Hao and Yang Chong to plan the famous experimental scheme.

Mo Bai, who had been covering the entire area with his mental energy, glanced at them.

He was also quite interested in what they were doing.

After all, this is a career that can make a saint.

If he really succeeds, then Yang Hao will be a living saint, possessing an invincible golden body.

After all, even if there are extraordinary beings in this world, ordinary people still make up the majority, and even extraordinary beings need to eat; they are not exempt from the mundane.

This alone is enough to save countless lives.

In reality, that would probably mean having unparalleled prestige throughout one's life, and being enshrined in a temple to enjoy incense offerings after death.

But this is a game.

It possesses an extraordinary game world.

In the real world, reputation is just reputation, and after death it merely means offerings of incense.

But what about in a game world with extraordinary features?

Revered by all, regarded as a god... what will ultimately happen?

At this moment, Yang Hao is working on one research project, but in Mo Bai's view, it represents two different directions.

Mo Bai was interested in both topics.

However, Mo Bai gave up after only a moment and showed no intention of intervening.

How vast are the things a monk can accomplish? If he dabble in this and play around with that, what can he truly focus on?

There's only one thing he needs to be sure of.

That is to continuously extend the main trunk of the Dharma Master upwards, continuously root it into the earth, and leave the rest to others.

If the main trunk is large enough and the root system is strong enough, then it will naturally grow lush and verdant.

As for the potential consequences of Yang Hao becoming a sage among mortals, and even the subsequent accumulation of his prestige...

Whatever the outcome, it is merely an extension of the mage's foundation, simply a fruit borne from the great tree of the mage.

He is the source, he is the foundation.

............

"Hurry, hurry, is the cleaning finished? The messenger is really coming down!"

"Are you really going to come down? This is the third time we've done a village-wide cleanup."

"Yes, the First Boss and the Second Boss have already gone to Oak Town to welcome them."

"Hiss, then hurry up, hurry up."

At that moment, in the former Giethoorn Village, now the headquarters of the Big Axe Gang, a junior steward who remained behind immediately shouted upon hearing this.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Fold everyone's blankets neatly. No one can lie on the beds, nothing can be on the tables, and no trash cans can be filled with garbage. Hurry, hurry, hurry! The messenger is really coming!"

If the envoy is dissatisfied, I'll be beheaded by the chief, and you'll all die too!

The steward's shrill voice echoed throughout the Axe Gang's territory, and the gang members who had been driven out immediately began to groan in protest.

"Why do we still need to clean? We haven't been out and about for half a month."

"Stop talking. No one has gone out during this time; they've all been waiting for the messenger to inspect."

Why can't there be trash in the trash can, and why can't there be anyone in the bed?

Where should we throw the trash? Where should we lie down?

"God, please have mercy on me."

"Why do you think the young masters in the city insist on coming to a place like ours as envoys?"

Isn't it fun in the city?

"What are you dawdling for?"

"call out!"

The steward cracked his whip, producing a sonic boom. The whip tip lashed past a member's face, whipping up a gust of cold wind. The iron plates embedded in the whip instantly jolted them awake, silencing all their complaints. They swallowed their grievances and hurriedly got to work.

Little by little, they swept the leaves from the left to the right, and the leaves from the right to the left, trying to clean the entire camp spotless, sighing and complaining.

At the entrance to Oak Town, the mayor, the leader and second-in-command of the Big Axe Gang, led two rows of soldiers a mile away to greet them, blocking all passersby and waiting respectfully.

"Da da da da!"

A moment later, accompanied by the crisp sound of hooves, a magnificent unicorn horse instantly leaped nearly ten meters and landed in front of them.

A noble-looking young man, holding a gold-embroidered whip, wearing exquisite chainmail and riding boots, looked down at the group from above, his back to the sun.

"You're the mayor of Oaktown?"

"Sir, I am Rory Pierce, the mayor of Oaktown."

The mayor of Oak Town spoke respectfully, while the two leaders of the Big Axe Gang immediately knelt down, their foreheads pressed against the ground.

"Pierce?"

The noble-looking young man glanced at the two people but didn't linger on them. His gaze landed directly on the mayor of Oak Town.

"What's your relationship with Ross Pierce?"

"Ross is my father."

"oh."

The refined-looking young man nodded and said nothing more.

"Alright, Ross, do as you please. I won't go into the town."

"Those two from the Axe Gang, right? Come on, let's go check on your place."

"Yes, sir."

The chief immediately stood up respectfully, followed closely by the second-in-command, who was about to take the horse, but was kicked by the unicorn-scaled horse a moment later.

"Bang!"

The second-in-command was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Pfft."

A cloud of blood mist dissipated.

The noble-looking young man frowned slightly and said calmly.

"Don't touch my unicorn horn, it's a brand new product from the wilderness, it cost me thousands of gold coins."

If you disturb them, I'll feed you to the horses.

The second-in-command struggled to his feet, looked at the group of unicorn-scaled horses, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

He had also practiced the knight's breathing technique and mastered a trace of extraordinary power, but he was completely powerless against this horse.

"Yes, sir."

The two leaders, the first and second leaders, quickly replied.

At that moment, the sound of hooves echoed from behind, accompanied by a cloud of dust, as a squad of ten cavalrymen, all equipped with light armor, galloped up and stopped behind the noble young man.

Their warhorses were also incredibly strong, with scales covering their chests and foreheads, making them quite extraordinary.

Everyone stood behind the noble-looking young man without making a sound.

"Let's go."

The refined-looking young man yawned, signaling the two to set off.

The leader and second-in-command of the Big Axe Gang immediately led the way.

During this time, the aristocratic young man casually asked about the progress of the experiments, and the two answered him one by one. However, it was clear from the young man's expression that he was not very satisfied.

Seeing that the leader's forehead was slightly sweaty, the second leader, who was enduring chest pain, suddenly spoke up.

"By the way, Your Excellency, we received intelligence some time ago that a wild supernatural being has been discovered who can create scrolls that can cast spells."

We're on our way to make the arrest..."

Before he finished speaking, the somewhat yawning, aristocratic young man suddenly became interested.

"Oh? A wild transcendent? Making scrolls for casting spells?"