Douluo Continent: Becoming the God of Nature Starting from Farming

"it is good."

Without saying a word, Wang Lao swallowed the pill.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, his spiritual power suddenly surged, impacting the seal on his martial soul wave after wave at a peculiar frequency.

"Snap!!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out inside his body.

"Cool!!"

Old Wang roared to the sky, his soul power erupting and impacting his blacksmith shop, causing even more chaos.

The long-lost power returned, causing Old Wang to tremble all over.

The next second, he turned around abruptly and bowed deeply to Xiao Ze.

Xiao Ze was so startled that he stepped aside to avoid it.

"Old Wang, what are you doing? You're making me feel so bad."

Old Wang raised his head slightly, and tears immediately streamed down his face: "You deserve it, you know that? Ten years... ten years!!"

I always thought my martial spirit was shattered, but I never expected... I never expected..."

Xiao Ze looked at him like this and sighed inwardly.

Being played by a soul beast for ten years is indeed quite tragic.

Xiao Ze reached out and patted his shoulder: "Old Wang, don't overthink it. At least you're fine now."

The lost soul power can be slowly cultivated back.

"Hmm." Old Wang composed himself.

"Xiao Ze, thank you very much."

"Old Wang, there's no need for that. We've both gotten what we wanted," Xiao Ze said with a smile.

"You can take the Qiankun Furnace. If you ever need anything forged in the future, you can come to me and I'll forge it for you for free."

"But I wonder how much of my forging skill I have left."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ze suddenly thought of soul tools.

Soul tools from the Douluo era were incredibly powerful, especially in large-scale battles.

If the Soul Guidance Device could be used by my own spirits, it might bring them a great boost.

"Old Wang, can you forge soul tools?"

“Soul tools…” Old Wang pondered for a moment, “In fact, many soul tools on our Douluo Continent have been lost.”

I have seen some ancient soul tools in some ancient books, including various attack, defense and even flight soul tools.

But now only a support soul tool remains, utterly useless in combat.

"If you want the former, I'm sorry, it's not that I can't forge it, but that I don't know how to forge it. I don't have the blueprints here."

Old Wang gave a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"Old Wang is alright, I was just asking. After all, I think soul tools still have a lot of room for development." Xiao Ze felt a little regretful.

“You’re right, I’ll take a look at it then. I’ve been forging for so many years, it’s time to change direction.” Old Wang’s eyes gleamed with fervor.

"Mr. Wang, there's no need for me to change your life."

Old Wang sneered: "You brat, do you think you have that much face?"

It was my own idea to study it.

Xiao Ze smiled and said, "Okay, as long as you're happy."

"Old Wang, I'm leaving now."

"Ah."

Xiao Ze took the Qiankun Furnace with him and left the blacksmith shop.

Old Wang watched Xiao Ze's retreating figure.

"Thank you."

Chapter 75: Learning Alchemy

Leave the blacksmith's shop.

The sky had already turned inky black, and the glass lanterns of the shops on both sides lit up one after another.

The shouts of vendors, mixed with the caramelized aroma of roasted chestnuts and the cloying sweetness of face powder, wafted towards us.

When Xiao Ze returned to the villa, he found that the lights were still on.

Could it be that a thief broke into our house?

However, Xiao Ze shook his head again. This was the Heaven Dou Royal Academy; there was no way there could be a thief here.

As Xiao Ze pushed open the door, he paused in his tracks.

In the living room, under the lamplight, Ning Rongrong slumped on the coffee table, her dark hair cascading down, obscuring half of her tired face.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and with each long breath, a faint shadow appeared. A glistening saliva clung to the corner of her mouth, shimmering faintly in the lamplight.

I wonder what I dreamt about. Did I dream that I became a chef?

Xiao Ze stepped into the living room, his footsteps extremely light, as if afraid of waking Ning Rongrong.

Upon reaching Ning Rongrong's side, and seeing Jingying clearly, a smile spread from the corner of Xiao Ze's eyes, and a gentle expression appeared on his face.

He stretched out his hands, hovered in mid-air for a second, and then carefully pulled Ning Rongrong into his arms and carried her in a princess carry.

The delicate fragrance of magnolia blossoms wafted from the girl's hair, mingling with her warm breath, and brushed against Xiao Ze's neck, causing a tingling, ticklish sensation.

Xiao Ze didn't notice that the girl's fingers trembled slightly. He held his breath, held Ning Rongrong, and walked through the corridor.

Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows that looked like a layer of shattered silver spread across the ground.

In the sea of ​​the spirit.

As the God of Agriculture watched Ning Rongrong's subtle actions, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

"This is what youth is all about."

He wouldn't expose Ning Rongrong's little scheme.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Ze didn't spend much time together, but their feelings for each other were growing rapidly.

Even Ning Rongrong's mischievous and spoiled temperament completely disappeared in front of Xiao Ze.

They can even cook.

This is the best proof.

Ning Rongrong likes Xiao Ze, not just for the sake of the sect.

……

Xiao Ze placed Ning Rongrong on the bed.

She seemed to mutter something in her sleep without realizing it, her pink lips slightly parted.

These pink lips are so moist and glossy, they look so tempting to take a bite.

Xiao Ze reached out and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. When his fingertips touched her softness, his breath hitched and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Having been single in two lifetimes, this is Xiao Ze's first time in a relationship.

As for whether he was in a relationship, he couldn't quite say.

After all, he wasn't exactly a faithful person, and he couldn't possibly guarantee Ning Rongrong a lifetime of monogamy.

But he can promise that he will not let her get hurt or sad in the future, and that she can continue to be that cute, happy young lady.

To prevent the tragedy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School from happening again, as depicted in the original story.

Xiao Ze covered Ning Rongrong with the blanket, looked at her for a while, and then left.

Once the footsteps had completely faded away, Ning Rongrong suddenly opened her eyes, her glassy pupils staring at the dark ceiling.

Her ears instantly flushed a burning red, which even spread to her face and neck.

She buried her face in the blanket and whimpered softly.

The blanket, warmed by Xiao Ze's body temperature, enveloped her, its unique scent lingering around her nose.

She tossed and turned in bed like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

……

The next day.

The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and a sliver of light slowly began to unfold.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying the crispness of morning dew and the fragrance of earth.

Xiao Ze saw Ning Rongrong coming downstairs and chuckled, "Lazy pig, you're awake?"

When Ning Rongrong saw Xiao Ze, she remembered what happened last night, her pretty face flushed, and she said coquettishly, "You're the lazy pig."

"Um... I... yesterday." She was so nervous that she could barely speak.

"I know, how did you sleep in my bed?"

"It was alright." Actually, last night was the most comfortable night's sleep Ning Rongrong had ever had; she even had an indescribable dream.

She went to the bathroom early in the morning to take care of herself.

Ning Rongrong smoothed her hair and sat down at the dining table.

Morning light streamed through the window, casting dappled patterns on the dining table.

Xiao Ze scooped up a spoonful of osmanthus honey lotus root porridge and placed it in Ning Rongrong's bowl.

Ning Rongrong held the bowl, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling as she stared at the sweet lotus root porridge inside.

The girl's hair, which hung down, was slightly tinged with the aroma of porridge. Her cherry lips were lightly pursed, and two soft pink blushes rose on her cheeks.