Hearing those words, Han Feng shuddered, almost losing control of his aim.
"Ah, that was refreshing! If only I could get a serving of poop too, that would be perfect!"
The tender sprout sighed in satisfaction.
Han Feng smacked his lips, eyeing the little plant with curiosity. "Why is it that you've grown so much taller than the others?"
The other seeds had only just sprouted, barely poking their heads out of the soil. Yet, this one had already shot up ten centimeters. The difference was staggering.
The sprout answered calmly, "Didn't I tell you yesterday? I absorbed the nutrients from your urine, so naturally, I grew faster."
"So that's how it works." Han Feng nodded in understanding before asking, "By the way, what kind of plant are you?"
"I'm a corn plant."
"Corn?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with thought. "And your siblings? Are they also corn?"
"There are three corn plants, three cucumber plants, and three tomato plants," the sprout answered truthfully.
"That's a decent variety." Han Feng smirked and encouraged them, "Grow well, and whoever performs the best will get to drink more of my urine!"
"Awesome!"
"We get to drink it too?"
"This is the best day ever!"
The vegetable patch erupted into cheers.
Han Feng shook his head, amused, before heading back to the thatched hut. He picked up his last piece of bread and devoured it in large bites.
Once the bread was gone, he downed half a bottle of purified water. That was his breakfast for the day.
But now, he had a pressing issue—this was his last bit of food. From now on, he needed to find a way to secure more sustenance.
However, there was something more urgent to deal with first.
With that thought in mind, Han Feng grabbed a magnifying glass and his trusty entrenching shovel before stepping out of the hut.
"Boss, where are you going this early?" the shovel asked curiously.
A glint of cold determination flickered in Han Feng's eyes. "I'm going to wipe out those d*mn locusts."
The magnifying glass shuddered. "Boss, I'm just a tool for making fire, not a weapon! Please, leave me in the shelter and take the little shovel instead."
A mysterious, almost sinister smile crept onto Han Feng's lips. "Whether we win this battle or not depends entirely on you."
"Huh?" The magnifying glass was dumbfounded.
At best, it could focus sunlight to start a small fire—what else could it possibly do?
The entrenching shovel, filled with anxiety, advised, "Boss, think this through! I understand your need for revenge, but you have to be realistic. Can you really take on that swarm of locusts? You forgot how they beat you to a pulp yesterday?"
Han Feng's expression darkened instantly. "Beat me to a pulp? That was a strategic retreat, you idiot! Learn some military tactics before you speak!"
The shovel fell silent.
Han Feng had an absurd ability to justify anything. He had clearly run for his life yesterday, yet he was calling it a 'strategic retreat'? He really knew how to give himself a dignified exit.
Ignoring them, Han Feng strode toward the gate. Just as he reached the wooden fence, it suddenly spoke up.
"Boss! Don't rush off yet!"
Han Feng stopped and looked at the fence. "What's up, little fence?"
"I got scratched by the black wolf last night. Can you heal me?"
Han Feng frowned. "I do have a healing talent, but it only works on living beings. I don't think it will work on you."
"Don't underestimate yourself," the fence insisted. "You won't know until you try."
"Well, might as well test it out."
Han Feng placed his hand on the wooden fence, and suddenly, a soft, milky-white glow emanated from his fingertips, flowing across the fence like a gentle stream.
The next moment, something incredible happened.
Under the healing light, the scratches and splinters on the wooden fence miraculously mended themselves, as if time had reversed. The damage disappeared without a trace.
"Holy crap!" Han Feng stared in disbelief.
His healing ability could repair wooden structures too? That was insane!
"Haha! I'm as good as new! Amazing!" The wooden fence cheered joyfully.
"Boss, that's some serious power," the entrenching shovel praised.
Han Feng waved it off with a smirk. "Just another day's work." Then he turned back to the fence. "Alright, little fence, I'm heading out. Hold down the fort while I'm gone."
"Boss, don't worry! I will protect this home!" the fence declared with unwavering determination.
"I'm just going out for a bit, not leaving forever. Chill," Han Feng rolled his eyes before walking off.
Five minutes later, Han Feng arrived near the tall grass where the locusts lurked. He crouched down, carefully observing.
The grass swayed gently in the morning breeze, but there were no visible movements.
"Boss… are you really going to fight them?" the entrenching shovel asked nervously.
Han Feng scoffed. "Only fools fight head-on. That would be reckless. I have no intention of doing that."
"Then… what's the plan?" The shovel was puzzled.
A cunning glint flashed in Han Feng's eyes. "We use strategy."
"What kind of strategy?"
"You'll see."
A sinister grin spread across Han Feng's face as he began gathering dried grass from the surroundings.
After a while, he had collected over a dozen grass bundles, each roughly thirty centimeters in diameter.
"Boss, what are you planning with all this dry grass?" the shovel asked, still confused.
Han Feng didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out the magnifying glass and angled it toward one of the bundles.
The sun's rays focused into a small, concentrated beam, and within moments, a wisp of smoke rose from the grass.
As the smoke thickened, the dry grass began to smolder. A faint glow flickered within.
Then, with a gentle blow from Han Feng, a tiny flame sprang to life.
Fire—small at first, but growing.
Without hesitation, Han Feng ignited a second bundle and then hurled the first flaming bundle directly into the tall grass.
One after another, he set the remaining bundles alight and tossed them all into the dense grass.
Within seconds, the fire spread rapidly.
The dry grass and twigs acted as perfect fuel, and soon, roaring flames engulfed the entire patch of tall grass.
"This…"
The entrenching shovel was speechless.
This was his grand strategy?
It wasn't strategy—it was just playing dirty!
But d*mn, it was effective.
Under the intense heat, the locusts wouldn't stand a chance.
"Aaahh!"
"Fire! Fire!"
"I'm burning alive!"
"Help! Somebody save us!"
Shrill cries filled the air as the locusts panicked in terror.
Han Feng stood at a distance, watching with satisfaction.
As the surviving locusts tried to flee, he positioned himself at the edge of the burning grass and swung his entrenching shovel with ruthless efficiency.
Each locust that escaped the inferno met its end with a swift, merciless strike.
One by one, they fell.
The massacre had begun.