Astral Cockroach

Banbu would stare blankly at the sky every night.

The sparse and scattered “stars” in the sky probably weren't planets or stars.

Then what were they? Some kind of technological device?

Banbu had already confirmed that the key to nurturing a life seed was the special original power projected by the “stars” in the sky.

Only the “descendants of the gods” could trigger it, and only during molting and evolution.

In his previous life, Banbu was born into the Hoss family and knew many secrets, but after all, he only cultivated to the planetary level, and his knowledge was shallow and limited.

He couldn't understand what kind of method it was.

Banbu's mind started to wander again: Was there a way to simulate molting and evolution to trigger the special original power projected by the “stars” in the sky?

If it worked, he could mass-produce life seeds!

Banbu pondered hard, but couldn't think of any worthwhile methods to try.

Molting and evolution were changes at the gene level within the cells of original power creatures, and it was impossible to simulate them.

After observing for half a month, Banbu finally decided to give up: He currently possessed three God-given seeds, which were completely sufficient to supply his growth needs, so there was no need to waste time and energy on ordinary life seeds.

With that effort, he might as well find more God-given seeds.

… …

During the height of winter, the planned second and third ponds were completed.

Deep underground, hidden channels with dimensions of 20cm (length, width, and height) were excavated and built to connect the ponds, allowing them to interact during the dry season.

Open ditches were dug on the surface, and the overall plan also included dozens of rivers to discharge floodwaters during the rainy season, converging into two naturally formed large rivers.

Nurturing a Bloodthorn God-given seed severely slowed down Banbu's growth, and after more than two months, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

L9 intermediate warrior, body length 0.8 meters. After going to the swamp and absorbing the mental power emanating from a metal core once, his soul strength and divine sense strength were equivalent to those of an ordinary L9 advanced red ant tribe warrior, second only to the mountain master level.

When his divine sense was fully deployed, it could cover a range of 50 meters, and when condensed into a beam, it could extend to a distance of nearly 1 kilometer.

Next, Banbu chose the Red Iron Tree seed as the life seed to nurture.

The Bloodthorn plant was too aggressive, and Banbu couldn't determine the growth pattern of the Bloodthorn God-given seed and its scale after it grew up. As a precaution, he didn't plant it on Lizhu Peak, but planted it separately on the mountain range on the southeast side of Lizhu Peak.

In the cold winter, the seed was planted in the soil, and after a bamboo tube of swamp water was poured down, the seed took root and sprouted the next day, breaking out of the ground.

Banbu quickly realized that his worries were a bit excessive.

The growth of shrubs was still not as good as that of herbaceous plants.

On the third day, the Bloodthorn God-given seed's tender buds stretched out, growing 3 green leaves, only reaching about 10 centimeters in length.

On the fourth day, it grew 5 centimeters taller, growing the 4th and 5th green leaves.

The fifth day was even slower, only growing about 3 centimeters. The development speed was faster than ordinary Bloodthorns, but compared with the purple-gold and emerald bamboo, two kinds of herbaceous God-given seeds, it was far behind.

Starting on the sixth day, the growth rate of the plant stabilized at about 3 centimeters.

Banbu became anxious instead. After several attempts, he confirmed that it wasn't due to insufficient soil fertility, nor was it due to insufficient original power in the mountain range, but it was determined by the genes of the shrub plant itself.

The birth of the tree spirit was also not the ferocious and violent temperament that Banbu had expected. On the contrary, it was very intelligent, like a curious baby, constantly conveying various confused emotions to Banbu.

This is an ordinary stone.

This is humus-rich black soil, or black soil for short.

This is swamp water.

This is swamp residue.

Swamp water and swamp residue are produced by the decomposition of other plants in the biogas digester.

The biogas digester decomposes plants through swamp bacteria.

Swamp bacteria is a general term for various anaerobic bacteria… …

… …

For the first two days, Banbu could patiently answer the various questions of the Bloodthorn tree spirit.

But this thing could always find all kinds of questions, constantly asking, asking, asking, endlessly.

The most deadly thing was that it didn't have a brain, its soul was weak, it not only couldn't think, but its memory was also particularly poor. Many questions, after being asked, were forgotten in a blink of an eye, and then it continued to ask.

The Bloodthorn tree spirit also especially liked to communicate. Whenever Banbu approached, it was particularly happy, took the initiative to show goodwill, and then tirelessly asked, asked… …

Banbu was frightened by the tree spirit for the first time.

Purple-gold, emerald bamboo, and Bloodthorn, the three tree spirits all had commonalities, but also had very obvious independent personalities.

Purple-gold was hopeless, now it was like an old rogue, proficient in various negative emotions and abusive vocabulary.

Emerald bamboo was aloof and didn't like to pay attention to Banbu, but it was like a modest gentleman. Every time Banbu approached, it would politely say hello.

As for Bloodthorn, it was a chatterbox, born with 100,000 whys.

Thinking about it the other way around, Banbu realized that he was quite prescient to plant the Bloodthorn God-given seed outside Lizhu Peak alone, otherwise he might be annoyed to death by it.

Bloodthorn was the most tenacious plant, it didn't need too much management, just take a look at it regularly every day, and the rest of the time, arrange for Big Bear to guard it, and Big Head would direct the ants to water and fertilize it.

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The agreed time arrived.

Lizhu and Heisang each carried a snakeskin bag and came to Lizhu Peak.

They set off together to the bamboo forest of Muttonhoof Mountain Range.

Through wind and rain, after two and a half days of flying, they finally arrived at Bishi Ridge.

They stopped at the abandoned mine tunnel from last year.

Lizhu stayed behind, and Banbu and Heisang took some original power food and entered the mine tunnel where the Rat King lived.

“Banbu, you've finally come. Heisang? Hello!”

The Rat King ground its teeth, making a sharp “squeak, squeak, squeak” sound.

This was their bamboo rat's special way of communicating. Within the mountain, this sound wave could travel a long distance.

Six small bamboo rat warriors, including Mazhu and Shuizhu, emerged one after another.

Heisang curiously stared at the Rat King, and when he saw Mazhu and the others, he immediately greeted them happily, opened the snakeskin bag, and presented the original power food he had brought. Children could always play with children, and they huddled in the corner, chattering about their experiences over the year.

Banbu stepped forward to communicate with the Rat King, raised the snakeskin bag he was carrying, and asked, “Rat King, what have you harvested this year?”

The Rat King said, “We found three kinds of bamboo. We found the red and purple bamboo you wanted.”

“Only three kinds? The quantity is a bit small, but the quality is good. The two most important rare bamboo species have been found.” Banbu asked, “What does the third bamboo species look like?”

The Rat King first explained, “This autumn, a large number of red ant tribe warriors suddenly appeared. They wandered in the bamboo forest all day long, seemingly looking for bamboo species as well. There were even warriors who landed on Bishi Ridge and entered the mine tunnels to search for raw stones. We were very scared and didn't dare to show our faces easily, which delayed a lot of time.”

Banbu didn't speak, but he knew in his heart that it must have been his emerald bamboo God-given seed that stimulated Mountain Master Hangingbanyan. Mountain Master Hangingbanyan mobilized all the warriors of the Muttonhoof Mountain Range to enter the bamboo forest to search for bamboo species.

The Rat King turned around, took out several bamboo tubes filled with dry grass, placed them in front of Banbu, and continued, “The third bamboo species… is a bit small, similar to what you call colorful red bamboo, but the leaves are different, with light red stripes. They grow by the stream, and they bloomed during the dry season. These are the seeds I collected.”

“Blooming!”

Banbu picked up a bamboo tube, pulled out the stuffed dry grass, and inside were purple-black bamboo grains.

The bamboo grains were slender, about 1.2 centimeters long and only about 1 millimeter wide.

They were well preserved dry and could be directly sown.

“The dry season wasn't particularly severe this year, right? Did the stream dry up?”

Banbu asked, searching his inherited memories. He didn't have a memory of a bamboo species with red and purple bamboo poles and leaves with light red stripes.

The Rat King also said strangely, “I live in the bamboo forest and eat bamboo poles, so I'm very familiar with bamboo. I've seen bamboo bloom many times. I also find it strange that other bamboos wither and die after flowering and bearing seeds, but that kind of bamboo survived…”

“Survived?!” Banbu was shocked, then ecstatic, and asked, “Where is it? Let's go! Take me to see!”