Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 507 - 282: The Grand Feast Prepared for the West State Boss (Part 3)

Bong! Bong!

Amidst the loud noises, two fellow engineers wearing headlamps were holding wrenches and swinging hammers, urgently modifying the harvester.

These two apprentices had not been in the dream realm for long, with average ability, acting as tools to help her plant medicine and upgrade.

"Master, is it really so urgent?

"Must we harvest overnight?"

Ancient Immortal Que Shi waved it off, appearing unconcerned.

"If they want it overnight, then we’ll harvest overnight."

Wang Fangyue looked at the poisonous grass, instinctively asking again.

"Master, who exactly is buying?

"What are they doing with this poisonous grass?

"The medicinal effect doesn’t seem strong?"

Ancient Immortal Que Shi smacked their lips, their old face full of envy.

"The medicinal effect really isn’t strong, but this stuff can collect primordial immortal qi!

"Using it to poison mortals, in their dying breath, that grudge is a good thing and can be refined into primordial immortal qi!

"Unfortunately, our method can’t utilize that grudge."

Wang Fangyue shivered instinctively.

Even though she had assisted Ancient Immortal in many misdeeds, it was still instinctively chilling.

Ancient Immortal Que Shi continued.

"And that’s not all.

"Those old things want to create a major event with this poisonous grass to lure the Celestial Palace Inheritor or Holy Land Heir, or even the West State Boss."

The more Wang Fangyue listened, the more mysterious it sounded, feeling that the ancient immortals, having lived for millions of years, were truly old and cunning monsters, skilled in all sorts of schemes and intrigues!

"If they lure out the West State Boss, are they confident they can kill him?"

Ancient Immortal Que Shi gave a cold smile.

"There are a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ancient immortals who have survived to this era.

"There are a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine connections in the dream realm.

"Nine pathways correspond to nine Celestial Palaces, matched with eighty-one Holy Lands.

"Apart from these ninety dream realms, the rest are all similar to us.

"Do you think we can take down the West State Boss?"

Same kind?

Wang Fangyue instinctively looked towards her master, into her eyes, and saw her wrinkled skin, withered appearance, and under the big hat, hair like a specter.

Yet in her eyes burned a murky flame, tongues of fire like smoke and oil, climbing and leaping.

Same kind, referring to the polluted Fallen Immortals?

Wang Fangyue was stunned for a long time before regaining her composure, thankful she had chosen the right master, the right side.

Then she heard Ancient Immortal speak again.

"That West State Boss is not simple.

"We even suspect he truly is the Celestial Palace Inheritor! Jumping out repeatedly, just trying to play the empty city strategy?

"But in any case, with this bait, we must catch something, whether it’s the West State Boss, Celestial Palace Inheritor, or Holy Land Heir... anything will do.

"Though the West State Boss is formidable, we have prepared a grand feast for him!"

Grand feast?

Wang Fangyue looked at her master, stunned again.

Then she saw her master wave her hand, pointing to the field of Poisonous Orchids.

"This whole field of orchids is the blue-headed dish in our grand feast.

"Hahahaha!"

As her voice fell, two tool apprentices came to report that the harvester had been adjusted.

With her command, the harvester turned on searchlights and plunged into the Poisonous Orchid field.

Rumble...

The roar of machinery mixed with the howling wind.

Swish, swish, swish...

The sound of the orchids being cut flush with the ground.

Ancient Immortal Que Shi watched the harvester go into the distance, an old face bursting into a chrysanthemum-like smile.

Wang Fangyue was also quite pleased.

Without this harvester, it would be difficult for the dozens of apprentices of her sect to harvest so many Poisonous Orchids.

What they didn’t know was that in the harvester’s cockpit, a small component beneath the dashboard was emitting electromagnetic waves, attempting to sync with a satellite... but where would a satellite be in the Dream Immortal Realm?

The small component naturally received no response.

After failing to sync once, it tried again for a second time.

After failing twice, it tried a third time...

After five consecutive failures, it no longer tried, but quietly initiated a lost connection protocol!

In this field of the ancient immortal, the lost connection protocol was activated!