The Celestial Race of Destiny: Starting with Farming and Fish Raising

Chapter 13 Capturing the Wild Boar King

Time is tight.

Su Qingyan quickly ran to the door of the cabin, glanced at the farmers inside, and saw that they were all lying on the wall, staring intently through the gaps between the wooden planks at the battle between Little Grey and the Mud Boar King outside, their expressions tense.

He immediately yelled, "Stop looking! Anyone who wants to live, come out and help!"

Seeing Su Qingyan's fierce and menacing appearance, the farmers instinctively shrank back, looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then came out of the small wooden house.

At this critical moment, Su Qingyan would not be polite to them.

Quickly organize the group and disperse them to gather firewood in the surrounding area. If you see anyone slacking off, give them a good kick.

Little Grey was right next to them, and the group of people didn't dare to utter a sound even after being hit. They silently quickened their pace and became even more agile.

In just a quarter of an hour, a small hill made of various dry branches and fallen leaves appeared next to the deep pit trap.

Soon, a raging fire broke out.

Su Qingyan retrieved a shovel from the small wooden hut and, while urging the farmers to gather firewood, used the shovel to shovel the glowing embers into the deep pit trap.

The temperature around the Mud Boar King rose rapidly.

As Su Qingyan continued to shovel more charcoal, the Mud Boar King, its tongue lolling out from the heat, could no longer bear it after just a few minutes and kept looking up, searching for a chance to escape the deep pit trap.

The scales of victory began to tip in Su Qingyan's favor, and Zhang Hui pressed the accelerator for their triumph.

After realizing her husband's thoughts, she didn't rush over to help. Instead, she thought for a moment and then quickly ran back to the village.

When Su Qingyan saw her again, she was accompanied by several villagers pushing a wooden cart. Su Qingyan recognized these people as blacksmiths from the village.

When his gaze fell on the wooden cart, Su Qingyan's eyes widened, and he looked at his wife Zhang Hui with eyes full of surprise and doting affection.

They actually brought over a truckload of bright red molten iron, and when I counted them, there were at least five barrels.

"My wife, you are truly an irreplaceable and virtuous helper by my side!" Su Qingyan was overjoyed and immediately called on the farmers to bring the molten iron to the edge of the deep pit, and then poured it down together at the right moment.

Roar roar roar—

The next second, the Mud Boar King roared continuously, and with the pressure of a first-level demon beast, it rushed up all at once.

Several timid farmers were so overwhelmed by this momentum that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground on the spot.

Su Qingyan wasn't greatly affected. He was with Little Grey every day and adapted to the pressure of the demon beasts relatively quickly. After a moment of confusion, he returned to normal.

After all, spirit beasts and demon beasts are the same; there is no difference in their aura or power.

Once a monster is subdued, it is called a spirit beast.

As the molten iron was poured in, the mud boar king at the bottom of the deep pit could no longer stay still and rushed upwards.

Unfortunately, this was exactly the moment Little Grey was waiting for.

The mud boar king had barely poked its head out when Little Grey swatted it back.

After several attempts, the Mud Boar King realized that Little Gray's defense was too tight and it was almost impossible to succeed, so he changed his strategy.

He began to pry open the soil around the deep pit trap, covering the charcoal fire and molten iron with the soil. This lowered the surrounding temperature and filled in the pit trap, making it easier for him to escape.

"Damn, this is a monster with brains! It's going to be tough to deal with!"

"Hurry up and find some firewood, or it will push it out!" Su Qingyan complained as he saw the situation, then urged the farmers around him to get to work.

He also shoveled the charcoal fire faster.

When his wife Zhang Hui brought the blacksmith's family with molten iron again, Su Qingyan disregarded the danger and poured the molten iron directly onto the head of the mud-covered wild boar king.

This time, Su Qingyan was lucky and poured the water precisely. The mud boar king, which was wholeheartedly rooting in the soil, was caught off guard and its two undefended feet were scalded and crippled.

For a time, its movements became extremely difficult.

By this point, the death of the Mud Boar King was inevitable; it was only a matter of time.

As darkness fell, the charcoal fires inside the deep pit grew stronger, reaching temperatures as high as a steelmaking furnace.

Time passed slowly, and Su Qingyan was covered in sweat from the heat.

I don't know how much time has passed.

at last.

The Mud Boar King exhausted all its spiritual power, and the mud armor covering its body could no longer hold on. With a "bang," it exploded and turned into specks of yellow light that dissipated into the air.

At the same moment, as the mud armor dissipated, the Mud Boar King collapsed straight into the charcoal fire.

Su Qingyan looked closely and could see that the mud boar king's flesh was scalded red, clearly indicating that it was fully cooked. If you smelled it carefully, you could also smell a faint aroma of meat.

"call--"

"Finally, we killed that big guy!"

"Thank you all for standing by me, Zhang Qingyan, through this difficult time. To express my gratitude, today's wages will not be tripled, but five times!" Su Qingyan shouted, dropped the shovel in his hand, and slumped to the ground, collapsing into a limp heap.

The other farmers weren't much better off, lying sprawled out around them, panting heavily.

They really wanted to retort: ​​If it weren't for the fear that you would command your spirit beast to kill us, who would be willing to go through this difficult time with you!

However, everyone was quite happy to hear that Su Qingyan had increased the wages to five times the normal amount.

He was too exhausted to shout, and managed a few weak utterances: "Young Master Su is so generous! Thank you, Young Master Su!"

Everyone rested for more than two hours before getting up from the ground.

Su Qingyan kept his word and, as agreed, increased the wages of these farmers by five times.

After about ten minutes, the cabin gradually quieted down.

Su Qingyan directed Little Grey to drag the mud boar king's carcass out of the deep pit trap, and then the two of them and the beast carried it into the small wooden house.

After quickly cleaning off the mud, Su Qingyan took out a knife, cut off a piece of flesh from the muddy wild boar king's calf, rubbed it with some salt, and stuffed it into his mouth.

In an instant, dense spiritual energy particles spread out in Zhang Qingyan's mouth and then flowed down his esophagus into his stomach.

Seeing this, Su Qingyan dared not delay. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and fully activated the "Evergreen Spirit Wood Technique" to capture all the spiritual energy particles in his abdomen and absorb them into his dantian for refining.

When Su Qingyan opened his eyes again, an uncontrollable look of surprise and delight appeared on his face. He exclaimed, "This small bite of the Mud Boar King's meat is equivalent to the effect of my entire night of cultivation!"

"How many mouthfuls of meat would it take to get from the massive carcass of this mud-covered wild boar king!"

"If we eat it all, my husband and I will definitely become cultivators!"

After saying that, the couple looked at each other and smiled broadly.

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