Half a month passed quietly in the blink of an eye.
The Elite King was guiding Su Chen in the art of being a gong farmer. He nodded approvingly and praised him. "Not bad, you've already gotten the basics of it. That just shows how diligently you've been working."
In the past half month, Su Chen had been completely influenced by the Elite King. He fed the game animals diligently every day and at the same time, he made sure to put in the work when picking manure.
He once tried to help Jiang Liu, but after trying wood chopping for a bit, he discovered that his cultivation was not enough to even make a dent on the tree. After this, he was even more sure of the extraordinary nature of this mountain.
Compared to the past, his aura was more restrained. The sharpness on his face was completely gone and his fancy clothes were replaced by simple linen clothes. Coupled with the dirt on his face, he looked like an ordinary farmer.