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Chapter 23: Don't Mind The Smell, It Is Good To Eat

Chapter 23: Don't Mind The Smell, It Is Good To Eat
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"Huh? What is this stuff?" He Yiming became curious.

What was in front of He Yiming was a huge device seven or eight meters long and wide. The material was a bit like metal, but it was not. On the left side of this masonry cutting machine was a conveyor belt, which seemed to be able to put all kinds of stones on it.

On the right side of it was an outlet orifice, which seemed to be where the finished product was to come out from.

In the middle of the masonry cutting machine was a controller, on which the length and width of the masonry and various parameters could be adjusted freely.

He Yiming studied it a little bit and learned how to operate it, which was not complicated at all.

"This is a good thing!" He Yiming exclaimed.

As the name suggested, with this masonry cutting machine, the stone materials could be put on the left conveyor belt. After setting it, it could automatically fuse or cut it.

The finished product was a neat block, and the size, length, and width could be set freely.

At the same time, a special formation was depicted on the tiles, which had three functions: lightweight, modular, and fusion!

This meant that the weight would be reduced to less than one-tenth of the original within one hour after forming, which was convenient for handling.

At the same time, these tiles could be automatically combined with other modular tiles.

An hour later, the closely placed bricks would automatically merge into one body, and the weight would be restored.

This was the strongest equipment for constructing Sect infrastructure.

"This can be used to pave roads or build a ring. It can also build a dormitory for the disciples!" He Yiming nodded in satisfaction. "It seems that the sign-in rewards are built around the sect! The tasks released by the system mainly enhance my strength!"

After a few days, He Yiming also roughly understood the difference between sign-in rewards and task rewards.

"This quest for reclaiming the spiritual field must be completed! I must not miss this quest reward!" He Yiming thought secretly that even if he decided not to sleep, he must do his best to complete the task of reclaiming one hundred acres of spirit field.

However, as soon as He Yiming walked out of the hall, his expression changed. "WTF, it smells so bad! Why is it so smelly?" He Yiming smelled a strong smell, which could hardly be tolerated by people.

What are these players doing? It’s not possible that they cooked sh*t, right? He Yiming turned his head, took a look, and was stunned.

"Freshly baked sh*t foam, come quickly!"

"Give me a piece. You have to wait in line to cultivate sh*t!"

"Whhhhhhhh, three sacks of dung have been delivered. I shall put it here”

"Okay, let me cook it!"

On the Sect Square, a dozen cauldrons were steaming, and there were bursts of strong sh*tty fragrance … No, it was the smell of sh*t that was permeating.

Many players were carrying bags of dung up the mountain, throwing the sacks on the ground, and then hurriedly turning around and going down the mountain.

A player with a stuffy nose skillfully poured a sack of dung into a large pot, added some wood to increase the fire’s heat, and then skillfully started … cooking sh*t!

"These players are really cooking sh*t?" He Yiming was dumbfounded.

What the hell? What's happening? Why are players cooking sh*t? Are they tired of eating War Hunchback Beast meat hot pot and changed their taste? This should be impossible, right? It should be … maybe … not really … is it possible? He Yiming was a bit suspicious of life, after all, these players can't do anything.

"Big Brother, you're so awesome, have you cooked dozens of pots?"

"Don’t look at the smell. Once you taste it, it’s just like stinky tofu. It’s delicious!"

"Go away!!!"

He Yiming coughed twice as he watched the players grinning and coughing. After attracting the attention of the players, he was about to announce that they should stop cooking sh*t.

However, a system prompt suddenly sounded.

Ding!

Congratulations to the host for completing the mission, evaluation: S!】

Task reward: special physique, Heavenly Thunder Body!

Heavenly Thunder Body: The upper body of thunder capable of withstanding the power of the thunder. If it is cultivated greatly, the host can use the power of thunder freely!

He Yiming was surprised. He was naturally rewarded by this task.

The Thunder Spirit Vessel inherently contained the power of thunder. The middle position was the Thunder Spirit Body. With this physique, he was no longer afraid of ordinary thunder, and could even absorb the power of weak thunder to cultivate! The highest was of course the Heavenly Thunder Body! The word heavenly was enough to show how awesome it was.

He Yiming raised his hands, his eyes condensed, and he could see the light golden thunder force in his body, whizzing and rushing. That was the power that contained a trace of the thunder, the power that belonged to him!

If he waited until he stepped into the Heavenly Pill Realm, the Heavenly Thunder Body would be completed, and he could even use the force of thunder as his strength!

The Azure Emperor Immortal Body was indeed powerful, but it was his main cultivation method. Its power could be used only after the Heavenly Pill Realm, and all kinds of magical techniques could be used before it could be used!

When He Yiming felt the power in his body, he was also seen by the players.

"Brother Ming is here!"

"Fu*k, Brother Ming must be angry!"

"Yes, we cooked sh*t. Surely it will annoy the NPC, right?"

When many players saw He Yiming, they were a little flustered, and some players even stopped their movements. Because the players were not sure if He Yiming was angry.

Thinking about it, if someone built a big pot to cook sh*t in front of one’s house, wouldn’t it infuriate you to the point of wanting to kill such a bastard?

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