Chapter 409: Chapter 245 Help, Sir!_2
 

The worst part was, Ange had no idea, he just had this kind of personality that irritated people.

Ange chose Magic Rice; this was the crop he was most familiar with. Why was he so familiar with it?

Because at the Fallen Dragon Lake, he conducted experiments repetitively, using Magic Rice as the mother plant and cross-bred it with other varieties of Saline Grass for tens of thousands of times.

Keep in mind, any plot of land on the farm that has been farmed for thousands of years, even if the same crop is planted, will not be planted more than a thousand times. But he had done tens of thousands of cross-breeding experiments. No other crop could be as familiar to him as Magic Rice.

The original Magic Rice already had a high yield, even the Great Druid Spring Breeze could grow more than 1,000 pounds per acre. However, he was not interested in fame, so he was too lazy to go back and participate in the Grain Contest; otherwise, there would be no chance for Dobinki.

Under Ange’s repeated experiments and careful cultivation, the highest yield of the original Magic Rice had broken through to 1,300 pounds. Even if the other party maintained the previous yield of the breadvine, Ange could still win.

If they had kept quiet and let Ange grow the breadvine, he might not have lost, because Ange didn’t know much about the habits of the breadvine.

Now their meddling caused Ange to switch back to the familiar Magic Rice, if they knew, would they regret and feel awful?

Since it’s his most familiar Magic Rice, Ange quickly got into a familiar rhythm. He germinated when he should, watered when he should, fertilized when he should, and by the time of the grain filling period, Ange did something that no one understood. When noon came, he pulled a net over the rice field, shielding the rice.

“Why is he doing this? Shouldn’t the grain filling period need the most sunlight? Why cover it up?”

“It’s not completely covered, there are net holes, what’s the use of blocking a part of it? Cooling down? Reducing light?”

“Unfortunately, after the successful cultivation of Magic Rice, there hasn’t been time for large-scale promotion yet, is Magic Rice afraid of high temperatures during the grain filling period?”

“Is he messing around? Magic Rice was cultivated by our teacher. Who could know more about its habits than us?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, from his operating methods, it couldn’t possibly be messing around. Look, Spring Breeze Technique, Rain Transformation Technique, Bug Shepherding Technique, several are even our teacher’s unique techniques, how can it be messing around?”

“Forget it, what unique technique? Our teacher would love every farmer in the world to learn his techniques. He’s already printed leaflets to spread them all over the world for free. Which Druid in the world can’t perform the Spring Breeze Technique? We have no advantage at all in competitions.”

“Don’t question the teacher.” The leading student of the Spring Breeze sternly scolded, and the rest of the students glared at this complainant, obviously angering the crowd.

While the students on the Spring Breeze side had the leisure to mutter, the students of Dobinki were suffering. They found that their progress was far behind Ange’s, and the entire process was not ‘beautiful’. Yes, beautiful.

A beautiful process should be smooth and uniform. However, when they started the Burn Wasteland, it resulted in a bumpy surface. Although this wasn’t a major issue, compared to Ange, they immediately were at a disadvantage.

The next step of clearing the land wasn’t well-planned either, and the seeds planted were not as many as the other side’s.

This is a critical step because the land is not flat, but rather, it has rivers, slopes, and gullies. How to plan more planting area on this irregular land requires experience.

If others can sow sixty pounds of seeds, but you can only sow fifty-five pounds, the yield per acre is one-twelfth less than others from the start.

As Ange’s crops grew better and better, the pressure on Dobinki’s students became greater and greater, they were stumbling along.

When Ange started shading the sun, they started to panic because they found that they were beginning to not understand his operations. Was Ange more skillful than them?

At the end of the simulation, in the Illusion Magic Array, Dobinki’s side showed a yield of 1,120 pounds per acre, nearly 100 pounds less than the previous round. Clearly, they were affected by Ange during the competition, resulting in lower yield.

On Ange’s side, the yield was shown to be 1,320 pounds per acre, a number that shocked everyone at the Magic Agriculture Institute.

“How is this possible? How can the yield of Magic Rice be so high?” Whether it was Dobinki’s side or Spring Breeze’s side, there was a feeling of disbelief in their hearts. Even the students of Spring Breeze Druid felt more so, as they were familiar with Magic Rice.

Magic Rice was cultivated by the Great Druid Spring Breeze, and they had been growing it for many years. They believed they knew its habits very well. The normal yield was also high, about seven to eight hundred pounds. They felt that the limit of Magic Rice was about this range.

But how much yield is Ange getting per acre now? One thousand three hundred pounds, five hundred pounds more than their highest yield, nearly doubling it.

Moreover, this was grown in the Simulated Magic Formation, which records the most detailed data for Magic Rice. If it can be grown here, there’s a high chance it can achieve the same yield outside.

My God, who is this person? The Spring Breeze Druid never achieved a yield of a thousand pounds per acre before he disappeared, how can this person produce such a high yield?

Of course, no one would dare to say that Ange was taking wild guesses now. If fooling around could yield such outputs, then what’s the need for Druids?

All of a sudden, everyone surrounded and began to inquire from Ange.

Negris, sensing the situation was turning tricky, quickly urged Ange to escape, and since he was wearing the pass of the Death Star, although everyone was reluctant, nobody forcefully stopped him. They could only watch Ange walk away.

The next day, Auburnli came to visit, her first question was, “How did you achieve a yield of thirteen hundred per acre of Magic Rice?”

Negris was aware Auburnli would visit. Given the situation, there must have been students who reported it and surely have contacted her because of the pass.

Therefore, Negris was well-prepared. She brought out a skeleton, a planting guidebook, the Druid’s Secret Law, a robe, some miscellaneous items, and finally led out a small child.

“This is how it is. We found a skeleton in the Fallen Dragon Gorge. We guess from these belongings that the skeleton belonged to the Spring Breeze Druid. This child is named YiYi, was adopted by Spring Breeze. When Spring Breeze died, this child survived alone in the Fallen Dragon Gorge, subsisting on Soul Moss and gaining substantial Power of the Dragon and now he is a dragon cub.”

Auburnli looked at Negris skeptically, then carefully examined the skeleton, quickly sensing the residual consciousness carried on the skeleton.

“Really, it’s Spring Breeze, he’s dead?” Auburnli was stunned, somewhat reluctant to believe this.

“Yes, judging from his planting handbook, he should have come to Fallen Dragon Lake to search for saline plants, intending to cultivate saline Magic Rice. Here is the Saline Demon Rice we cultivated, yielding seven hundred pounds per acre,” Negris said, taking out a batch of Saline Demon Rice seeds.

Auburnli looked blankly at the saline rice seeds. She was still trying to digest the news of Spring Breeze’s demise and asserted that Spring Breeze’s last wish had been fulfilled?

“You cultivated it?” Auburnli asked skeptically. Spring Breeze’s efforts with the Saline Demon Rice was no secret; he had told her about it, and also said its development was extremely difficult. Without decades or hundreds of years of trying, it was impossible.

“Absolutely.” Negris put her hands on her hips, looking proud, “I personally saw Ange cultivate it.”

Auburnli thought for a moment before saying, “I’m going to go inform everyone of this news.”

“Go ahead. However, your Saline Demon Rice combines elf technology and needs the God of Life’s blessing to germinate. We can get the God of Life to help you germinate it for free, but you need to sell me a few Illusion Simulation Formations.”

“We’ll talk about that later.” Auburnli left quickly after saying this.

However, not long after she stepped out of the door, a strong energy response burst from the inside of the house. Startled, she hurried back in.

She saw Ange emitting intense energy fluctuations, his body distorted the space in front of him, and strong energy kept pouring into the hole. When Auburnli returned, she saw a shimmering figure also entering the hole.

Auburnli inhaled sharply, exclaiming in a shocked whisper: “A Divine Calling?”

Such a level of energy transmission constituted a Divine Calling— the term for when a god bestows power on their saints.

Could this seemingly inconspicuous mortal standing next to the God of Knowledge really possess such great power?

Ange paid no attention to Auburnli’s astonishment. All his attention was focused on reaching out to the point in his Divine Soul that belonged to Anthony. His Divine Soul had already been sent ahead.

Because he heard an unprecedented urgent plea from Anthony: “Master, save me!”