Ranch Story: Start Over

"Hmm? Will it explode? Not that bad, right?"

Old Master Qian said this, but his actions were not slow at all. As the energy in his hands gradually converged, the rune hammer that was about to reach the critical point of explosion began to dim gradually and finally returned to a safe limit.

Seemingly very satisfied with the result, Mr. Qian nodded with satisfaction, then raised the sledgehammer in his hand and swung it casually at the mountain next to him.

Only a dull roar was heard, the mountain trembled slightly, and then there was no movement.

"What's wrong, Mr. Qian?"

"Very good boy Feng, did you do all this?"

"Yes, Mr. Qian, how about it, my talent is not bad, right?"

Feng Ling looked at Mr. Qian with great anticipation. This was his first time making a rune weapon. He was filled with anxiety and anticipation, hoping to get the old man's affirmation and praise.

"Very good. Although it is only a pseudo-third-level attribute, it is still quite realistic and can be used to scare people."

Feng Ling was somewhat disappointed by Mr. Qian's words. He thought he had done a good job, but he did not expect that Mr. Qian would still describe him as "flashy".

However, Feng Ling was not discouraged. He knew that he still had a long way to go and needed to keep learning and improving.

This evaluation is neither good nor bad. Feng Ling was originally a little complacent and expected the old man to give a high evaluation, but he didn't expect the result to be like this. It was a bit discouraging.

Zhuokake didn't understand why the farm tools made by Brother Feng were so good, but now they were evaluated so simply in Grandpa Qian's eyes.

But what Feng Ling didn't know was Old Qian's identity. As the number one rune master in the Principality of Huaxia, he lived here in hiding under a pseudonym after retiring from the world. If someone's rune refining talent was praised by Old Qian, it would surely be a major event that shocked the world.

Master Qian, who has been busy all his life, has yet to formally accept a disciple. Even Ling Chenxi and Ares are only his nominal disciples.

But now, looking at Feng Ling, Old Qian had an expression that said, "As expected."

"Mr. Qian, do the things you said before still count?"

"You mean I will teach you the rest of the knowledge after you become a third-level rune master?"

Feng Ling nodded. This was exactly the question he wanted to ask. Although Mr. Qian’s evaluation of him just now was not very high, he still hoped to learn more from Mr. Qian.

Elder Qian smiled and said, "Of course I will. As long as you can become a level 3 rune master, I will naturally fulfill my promise. But don't think this is an easy thing to do."

Feng Ling answered firmly: "I know, I will definitely work hard!"

Mr. Qian nodded with satisfaction.

"I can teach you, but you have to collect and make 100 rune stones of your own first. When you are done, come back to me and I will teach you then."

Hearing this request, Feng Ling frowned in confusion.

The system prompted him that he could upgrade to level two after completing 100 rune stones. Although he was not clear about the specific connection between the two, since Mr. Qian had put forward such a condition and he had received a positive response from the other party, he had no choice but to do it.

"Give me your hand, let me see your qualifications."

Feng Ling was secretly surprised, thinking that this was exactly the same as the plot in ancient martial arts novels. Those powerful martial arts masters could understand a person's physical fitness and talent just by touching his bones and probing his internal strength. He quickly stretched out his hand and tried to keep himself relaxed.

Just one minute passed, and Feng Ling noticed that Mr. Qian had a look of disbelief on his face, which made him feel very satisfied. He wanted to know what the old man had discovered that shocked him so much.

"How is it? Mr. Qian, have you figured out anything?" Feng Ling asked impatiently.

"Feng boy, your magic power is too pure. It's so pure that I almost thought you were an elemental spirit. If it weren't for the fact that the magic power in your body can transform attributes at will, I would have wanted to capture you and study you."

Feng Ling rolled his eyes. Elemental elves themselves don't have the ability to achieve this. If they really did have it, their innate elemental affinity would be no joke.

"But the elemental affinity in your body is also not low, it is very strong."

Feng Ling certainly knew what this attribute was. The talents of his grandparents were passed on to him. His grandmother's talent was to enhance affinity with elements.

At this point, Mr. Qian kept muttering:

"No, something is not right. Your magic power is so pure that it should not be innate. According to the distribution map of mineral town, there is no blessed land with particularly pure magic power that you can refine. Can you tell me, Feng boy?"

"It should be the effect of eating more premium crops."

"Impossible. It's not like I haven't eaten premium agricultural products before."

Old Qian was full of doubts about Feng Ling's words, and he directly took out some special-grade crops from his storage space. The quality and appearance of these crops were indeed impressive, but Feng Ling looked at them with some entanglement. Although they were all called special-grade crops, in Feng Ling's eyes, these crops in Old Qian's hands were just ordinary good products.

Feng Ling was not quite sure whether his judgment was correct. At this time, dwarves such as Zhuokak stood up.

"Grandpa Qian, would you like to feel our bones and check our qualifications?"

"That's fine. I hope your bodies have changed a lot since then."

Old Qian touched the bones one by one, and the surprise in his eyes became more and more intense.

As the last dwarf, Zhuokak, pulled his arm back, Old Qian kept shaking his head and said:

"It's incredible. This is the first time I've seen so many goblins with pure magic power. It really opens my eyes."

After thinking for a while, Mr. Qian said to Feng Ling seriously:

"Feng boy, if possible, I will place a long-term order for the premium agricultural products from your ranch. To be honest, my biggest problem over the years has been the purity of my magic power. There are many premium vegetables and fruits like this in Kyoto, but the premium agricultural products in the true sense are completely incomparable to what you grow, so I trust you."

Hearing Mr. Qian's evaluation of his crops, Feng Ling was secretly delighted, but on the surface he pretended to be humble and said:

"No, no, Mr. Qian, you are too kind. Our crops are still being cultivated, and we will give you priority when we have better ones in the future."

"Don't be busy, Feng boy, pay attention to the combination of work and rest."

"It's okay, Mr. Qian. I almost forgot that I brought Zhuokak and the others here to dig for the secret realm powder. Do you have any good ideas to increase their chances of obtaining it?"

"Yes, you can refine your own rune stone skills, and then put together a full set of equipment like I did that day. The effect of stacking 15 pieces is very pleasing."

Feng Ling saw that Mr. Qian didn't seem to be joking. Well, he always liked the suit effects when he played games, so how could he forget about this?