I am grinding experience in another world

Two days later, the Underground Secret Chamber.

Bang!

Yet another pitch-black wooden horse exploded into pieces in front of Chen Mu.

"Headache!" Chen Mu furrowed his brows tightly and pressed his temples forcefully with both hands.

He really had a headache.

"Can't train anymore today." He feared his brain would burst.

Black smoke filled the air, clearing the cluttered Underground Secret Chamber.

He didn't stay in the Secret Chamber any longer.

He sprang to the surface, arriving at the long porch in front of the wooden house, collapsing into a rocking chair, clutching a cup of Spirit Nourishing Medicine Tea, his eyes lifelessly staring at the stars, his whole being exuding laziness.

It was already around two or three in the morning, and other than the occasional chirping of insects and birds, all around Peng Yue Mountain was tranquil.

"I considered it too simply," Chen Mu sighed.

For five consecutive days, he had only managed to make eleven Wood Spirit Boys.

This had already caused him headaches to the point of unbearable pain.

"I'm not a determined protagonist with great resentment. Why struggle so hard?"

"If I could make this money, I would be happy."

"If I can't make it, there's no need to get upset."

Chen Mu comforted himself.

"Whatever amount I can do, that's what I'll sell. Just this little ability, nothing I can do about it!" Chen Mu drank a big gulp of medicine tea in resignation, just two words, give up!

In his previous life, he was a Buddhist office worker; how about being a flat fish in this life?

This is called staying true to one's original aspiration!

"But... several thousand White Jade Coins, oh man..."

...

The second pioneering team in Yiyou District.

"Xiao Mu, isn't your injury healed yet?" Old Hao glanced at Chen Mu curiously.

"Illness comes on like a landslide, but goes away slowly like pulling silk. If it's bad, it may take a month or two to recover," Chen Mu sighed.

Even though he had reduced the intensity of Artifact Refining Technique practice, he still had to use a large amount of spirit each day.

"No wonder there are so few people who practice Artifact Refining and Alchemy."

It's not just because the inheritance is secretive and precious. Ordinary people can't manage it either.

"How about I give you a secret recipe to try?" Old Hao passed Chen Mu a piece of paper.

"Thank you so much," Chen Mu smiled and accepted with thanks.

Hmm... this was the third secret recipe he had received.

It wasn't that he had good social skills, but purely because the Fifth Rank cooking was too wonderful.

As for the effectiveness of the secret recipes... heh.

He effortlessly chopped down a big tree and counted its annual rings to confirm that it only had an eighty-two-year life span, Chen Mu sneered and ignored it.

He then took down the yellow gourd and, leaning on the Chopping Knife, stood beside the large tree to slack off.

After swallowing the cool Spirit Nourishing Tea, his spirit slightly lifted, and Chen Mu habitually recited the United Heart Curse in his mind.

Hum!

Suddenly, a cool current rushed into his brain.

The irritability in his brain caused by the high-intensity Artifact Refining, as if scorched by flames, was instantly quenched.

Inside his head, it was as if the buzzing sound of the air conditioner's fan had suddenly stopped.

Tranquility! Tranquility that made Chen Mu involuntarily squint and shiver!

It took him a while to come to his senses; he quickly pulled out the grey wall.

United Heart Curse: 2/10000/Ninth Rank;

"The United Heart Curse has this effect?!" A burst of joy rose in Chen Mu's heart.

After much careful thought, he suddenly realized it wasn't just that.

"Seven Souls Return to Origin?"

"A secret technique similar to the Five Ghosts Possession Technique?!"

He had been practicing the United Heart Curse just to monitor the Wu Mountain seven brothers.

It was only meant to prevent these ruthless men from backstabbing him, and he had no great expectations for it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But now...

What a pleasant surprise!

After glancing around and realizing no one was paying attention, Chen Mu quietly activated the United Heart Curse.

"Seven Souls Return to Origin!"

In an instant, the Jade Seed trembled slightly.

A peculiar connection surged from within the gray fog.

Seven bright spots appeared in the fog.

Chen Mu looked at these seven points.

One was the size of an egg, bright as a lamp.

Five were the size of pearls, round and luminous.

The one at the very edge was only the size of a soybean, its light faint.

"Lu Ku, Wu Ruo, Yu Lin, Xu Rao, Ai Ji, Shi Xian, Shang Huan?"

"This can't be their Jade Seeds, can it?!" Chen Mu was immediately astonished.

He tried to connect with one of the particularly active light clusters.

Instantly, a cool breath, even more substantial than before, surged into his mind.

The weariness from continuous artifact refining was immediately replenished.

He suddenly felt that he could now stay awake for three days and three nights without sleep!

...

The third pioneering team of Bingchen District.

Over a dozen people worked in silence—some chopping trees, some carrying loads, some lighting medicinal incense to drive away snakes and rats, while others directed insects to clear the bush and undergrowth.

On the edge, the six siblings of Wu Mountain gathered in front of a stump about half a person tall.

Ai Ji and Xu Rao stood on either side.

"Let's have a go at arm-wrestling first," Ai Ji said excitedly.

"Let's see how awesome Big Brother Ai Ji is!"

As he spoke, he extended his right hand, rolled up his sleeves, and placed his elbow on the stump.

Immediately, he challenged Xu Rao with a cocked head, full of provocation.

"It looks like you came prepared," Lu Ku said to Wu Ruo with a smile.

"Ah... probably his Giant Spirit secret technique has improved," Wu Ruo chuckled lightly. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have suggested arm-wrestling."

"It's a pity that the price of Exotic Beast Materials is low lately; the goods we grabbed last time only sold for six hundred and eighty-one White Jade Coins."

"Otherwise, we could have raised the stakes of these eighty White Jade Coins," Wu Ruo said with a smile.

"One hundred each, and eighty for the prize—it's not a small amount," Yu Lin said with a laugh.

"Boss, come on, it's time for you to step in as the referee," Ai Ji turned his head and urged impatiently. "You've taken the money, after all!"

"I'm on my way," Lu Ku said with a smile, stepping forward to check the handgrip of the two men, making sure both were ready.

"Start!"

Crack!

The large stump, over a meter in diameter, could not withstand the force of the two men and suddenly snapped in the middle.

Whir!

A layer of faint white light instantly enveloped the stump.

The wood that was about to shatter suddenly became hard.

Lu Ku withdrew his fingers, smilingly said, "My referee fee of one White Jade Coin wasn't taken in vain, right?"

"Ha-ha! Watch me!" Ai Ji laughed heartily as his right hand was suddenly covered with black Soul Strength rings.

A quarter of an hour later.

Bang!

Ai Ji slammed Xu Rao's right arm fiercely onto the stump.

"Victory!" Ai Ji laughed once again.

Ignoring Xu Rao's gloomy face, he urged the others, "Quick, quick, come on..."

Two quarters of an hour later.

Ai Ji successfully eliminated Yu Lin and faced the rested Shi Xian.

"Are you sure you want to compete against me?" Ai Ji said, full of pride: "Didn't you see that even the big guy, Yu Lin, was put down by me?"

Shi Xian was expressionless, his voice cold: "What if you fart?"

It's you who farts!

Ai Ji dumbfoundedly stared at Shi Xian: "What nonsense are you talking about? What does arm-wrestling have to do with farting?!" Your adventure continues at empire

"You've been building up your strength, what if you can't hold it in and fart, your strength might leak, and maybe I'd win," Shi Xian seriously explained.

"Even if I fart, my strength won't leak!" Ai Ji glared at Shi Xian with annoyance.

"Come on then, these eighty White Jade Coins are going to be mine!"

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Bang!

Ai Ji looked dumbfounded at his right hand pressed on the stump.

He looked up in shock at Shi Xian: "You..."

"Did you really fart?" Shi Xian withdrew his hand with disdain.

Ai Ji's face suddenly flushed red.

"You didn't get diarrhea, did you?" Shi Xian's eyes bulged round.

Ai Ji, veins bulging with anger in his neck, was about to curse when suddenly he collapsed to the ground with a thump.

The others couldn't help but exchange glances.

Such a temper!

That's not possible...

"Something's wrong!" Lu Ku suddenly came over to Ai Ji.

In panic, Ai Ji weakly said, "I just felt so weak all over. I swear I didn't have diarrhea!"

The next moment, an unnoticeable sensation suddenly emerged in everyone's minds.

It was as if someone was gently brushing the bottom of their feet with a feather.

Soft, slightly ticklish.

"Gongsun Sheng!" Lu Ku's expression suddenly darkened.