Ranch Story: Start Over

Feng Ling felt helpless when he thought about his experiences in those years. Because he was trapped in the ancient battlefield of the abyss, in order to survive, Feng Ling had to use assassination methods. Then, relying on the martial arts and combat skills taught by his grandfather, he continued to assassinate and became a boss.

As time went on, he didn't expect that his martial arts became more and more proficient. Based on the principle that if one person is proficient, then a group of people are also proficient, Feng Ling trained them all to perfection in magic and martial arts.

The perfection of martial arts lies in the mastery of all martial arts, and that is exactly what Feng Ling did. Then the monsters and demons of the demon clan were helpless against him.

For thousands of years, humans and demons have been in constant conflict, but there are only a handful of people who have truly mastered martial arts to perfection, with a birth rate of one in ten million. Therefore, the future of every perfect person is limitless.

But Feng Ling was an exception because he was stuck in the perfection stage for nearly three years. In his first year of entering the ancient battlefield, Feng Ling had already practiced his martial arts to perfection. Logically speaking, after being promoted to a high-level swordsman at this time, Feng Ling could enter a deeper level of environment for training.

But he failed. The power in his body seemed to never be fully cultivated. There was no way. Seeing that he could not break through the power, Feng Ling turned his attention to magic. However, there was no attribute difference in primary magic. Therefore, after practicing for so long, Feng Ling's primary magic was cultivated to the intermediate magician stage.

Feng Qingyang's expression didn't change much. He just listened carefully to Feng Ling's story about his experiences in the ancient battlefield of the abyss over the past three years, as well as his own confusion about being stuck at the intermediate level of magic swordsman.

After his grandson had finished cleaning up, Feng Qingyang smiled and said:

"Child, as I just said, the shackles in your body have broken."

"What do you mean grandpa?"

"After three years of training in the ancient battlefield, the shackles of the magic swordsman that are unique to our family have been shattered in your body. From now on, you can practice without distraction. As long as you continue to train your strength, you will be able to pass every difficult realm easily, and it will be a natural process."

Feng Qingyang recalled Feng Ling's coming-of-age ceremony. At that time, Feng Ling was 18 years old and his parents were also present. The old man's only wish at that time was that Feng Ling go to the ancient battlefield of the abyss to train for three years.

At that time, no one knew why the old man made such a request, even Feng Ling's father did not understand. The reason was that Feng Ling's father did not continue to practice. He had just entered the intermediate magic swordsman, but because of the opportunity, he gave up martial arts and turned to literature. From then on, he embarked on a career in politics. Relying on the connections and face left by Feng Qingyang, he smoothly became the deputy governor of a province.

Feng Qingyang, who was very disappointed with his son, did not reveal the secret. He just looked at the newly adult Feng Ling with expectation. Feng Ling had lived with his grandfather for many years when he was young and depended on the old man for life, so of course he believed in the old man's approach.

Just like this, a total of five years passed. Feng Ling traveled around the continent for two years and fought in the ancient battlefield of the abyss for three years. Finally, Feng Ling's strength was consolidated and the shackles on his body were broken. Feng Ling originally thought that his realm had stagnated until this moment.

Feng Ling cleaned up the dishes, the table, and some kitchen waste. After putting things in place, he looked at the time. There was still more than half an hour until seven o'clock. He could just ride his bike back to town quickly.

"The secret technique I just taught you, Dugu Nine Swords, is needed to break the shackles on your body. Otherwise, it is just a sword technique with limited lethality. Now it is a combat skill that can kill the enemy."

"Alright, my dear grandson, I will now pass on your grandmother's secret skills to you. That bit of magic power just now came from the secret skills magic scroll that I opened. It took some effort, and now it's your grandmother's turn."

"!"

Feng Ling was a little panicked. Why did his grandfather act like he was making arrangements for his funeral? This couldn't be right.

"Grandpa, I won't allow you to do this. You don't want to abandon your grandson, do you? I don't want that!"

Looking at Feng Ling's concerned and worried expression, Feng Qingyang laughed and touched his head.

"Silly child, what are you thinking about? It's not that serious yet. I'll give it to you while your grandpa can still use some magic to transfer the memory to you. Otherwise, when your grandpa is gone suddenly, the unique skills will be lost, and that would be unfair to your grandma."

Feng Qingyang's free and easy look deeply stimulated Feng Ling, but it also made Feng Ling feel a different kind of warmth.

His grandparents left things for him, but he spent very little time with them. For a moment, Feng Ling didn't know what to say.

Seeing that his grandson didn't say anything, Feng Qingyang took out an ancient scroll and used his magic power to activate the seal of the scroll. In an instant, golden light surged on the scroll, and rune-like words formed a circle and were controlled by Feng Qingyang to drill into Feng Ling's brain.

Feng Ling felt like he was dreaming. In the dream, a beautiful woman with a smile held his face and kissed his forehead gently. A golden mark appeared on his forehead, emitting a faint golden light.

When Feng Ling woke up, he had a new secret skill added to his character panel.

“Secret Technique: “Heart of Magic”!

Elemental affinity increases, reducing the mana loss of magic skills by 10% (can grow to a maximum of 20% through practice).

The base mana recovery rate is permanently changed to 10% of the mana recovery rate at maximum mana (can be increased to 20% through training).”

According to his understanding of this world in his memory, Feng Ling's magic heart that is now integrated with his memory can be regarded as a magic skill of a wizard.

In the early stage, the mana loss of a skill may not make much difference and can be ignored, but in the later stage, each of the skills of a great magician involves a magic burst of thousands or tens of thousands. If you can save 10%, your chances of winning will be higher than the opponent, not to mention that they still have room for growth.

In this world, any piece of equipment that reduces mana loss costs tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, and they are all rare and in short supply. Not to mention equipment that can increase mana recovery speed, except for some delicacies and potions, few magical equipment can do that.

After Feng Qingyang finished transmitting, he said:

"Child, don't feel pressured. Practice these two secret skills well. I hope you can pass them on to your descendants. Although our Feng family has fallen on hard times, our roots must not be cut off and must not be discarded. As long as the inheritance continues, there will always be someone who can achieve the power that your grandmother and I once had."

As for your grandmother, if there is a chance in the future, I hope you will bury me with her."

"Grandpa, where is grandma's resting place?"

Feng Qingyang raised his head, tears welling up in his eyes as he said:

"The seventh level of the Abyss Ancient Battlefield."

"!"

……

Riding the magic bike, Feng Ling looked at the buff in his character panel. The previous basic mana recovery rate was 10%, which was 400 basic magic points, and 40 points were restored per hour. After adding the space pendant, it became 600 magic points, but the recovery speed remained unchanged because his basic magic points were still 400.

And now, because of grandma's secret skills, the magic recovery speed has reached 20%, that is, 600 magic points are restored at 120 per hour, which is 20% of the total attribute. In the future, no matter how much your basic magic becomes, its recovery speed will become 20% of the total magic plus an additional gain effect.

Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, Feng Ling sighed on his bicycle, "Grandpa, on the one hand you want me to farm well, and on the other hand you taught me these advanced secret skills, saying that you would pass them on to future generations. But if I can't even reach your level, how can I have the face to take you into the demon world to my grandmother's resting place?"

How can ordinary people enter the seventh level of the ancient battlefield of the abyss?

It was a headache, a real headache. These unreachable realms made Feng Ling feel more stressed at the moment.

Confused and messy, Feng Ling shook his head vigorously, changed his way of thinking, and thought about it the other way around. Feng Ling recalled what his grandfather said, pass it on to future generations, pass it on to future generations? Future generations? In other words!

Feng Ling suddenly had an idea and an idea emerged in his mind. His grandfather didn't seem to place great hopes on him, but he had mentioned several times before that he would place the glory of revitalizing the ranch on himself!

So! Grandpa hopes to expand his family, get married and have children in the future, and raise outstanding descendants until one day his wish is fulfilled.

Thinking in this way, all the causes and consequences were connected together. At this moment, Feng Ling's confusion was finally responded to, and Feng Ling's troubles were finally relieved. Yes, what he had to do was to let the glory of his grandfather's ranch return to this era, and as for cultivation, he just had to do his best. Besides, such a large ranch would require a lot of training in strength and magic. Maybe after farming for a long time, he would reach a higher level.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling's mood became relaxed. Although he might not be able to practice cultivation, he was still confident when it came to farming.

Then set a small goal first!

Let’s start by giving grandpa and myself a home. The small shabby house at home must be renovated before winter comes!