The Rat Cultivator

Chapter 125: Reputation Ruined

Bibo stroked his chin, seemingly unbothered by the missing patches of beard hair. “With this, we don’t have to adapt to the mountain anymore. We can make the mountain adapt to us. Previously, we were limited by natural Spiritual Qi distribution. Now? We can terraform.”

Bibo began pacing, muttering about nodes and flow rates.

Little Yellow, who had been dozing off in the corner, perked up instantly at the word ‘terraform.’

“I’ve always said that planting Purple Sun Flowers requires stronger sunlight!” the hamster shouted excitedly. “That’s why we planted them on the peak. But the soil there is poor in Qi. If we can divert an earth vein there… I want to start immediately! We can’t delay the production of the King’s tonic!”

The King’s tonic.

The phrase hung in the air.

Wu Yuan felt his vision go black for a second. He nearly fainted.

In an instant, his reputation was ruined.

What tonic?! I don’t have a deficiency!

He only ate the Purple Sun Flowers to pair with the goat meat! Ever since Wu Yuan began cultivating the Large Intestine of the Six Fu, he had been experimenting with bizarre spiritual plants to test the organ’s ability to expel “heteropathic Qi”. The Purple Sun Flower was rich in Yang Qi but also contained “Fire Poison.” The Large Intestine was perfect for filtering out that Fire Poison.

He had simply eaten too many, leading Little Yellow to believe he… needed them.

The Winged Tiger and Little Gray leaned their heads together, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“I never thought the Great King was so… fierce.”

“Right? Eating Purple Sun Flowers—a specialty of the Stone Wood Spirit Goat tribe known for its potent aphrodisiac qualities—as a staple meal? Even a donkey demon wouldn’t dare eat like that!”

“The Great King truly is a hero among demons!”

“Later, let’s procure the ‘Sun-Raising Flower’ for the King. It’s the next level up!” the Winged Tiger suggested with a grin.

At this moment, Little White squeezed into the circle, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Hey, have you heard the legend? They say a Qi Condensation cultivator who can eat nine hundred and ninety-nine Purple Sun Flowers in one breath can comprehend the Fox Tribe’s [Myriad Fox Heavenly Charm Wonderful Fragrance Array]!”

“If you pass the array, you become an honored guest of the Fox Tribe,” Little White continued, her eyes sparkling. “The foxes are incredibly wealthy… and beautiful. Our Boss might be aiming for that!”

Meanwhile, Big Old Black was staring at Wu Yuan, his eyes shining with desperate hope.

“Great King,” the black rat asked earnestly, “do you have a secret technique for eating so many Purple Sun Flowers? I’ve tried them before, but the medicinal potency was too strong. But recently… the female rat demons in my harem have become more and more formidable.”

Big Old Black sighed, looking haggard. “This Old Black feels… inadequate.”

Listening to the rumors distorting into absurdity, Wu Yuan’s face turned the color of a bruised plum.

He gritted his teeth, his voice low and dangerous.

“Well, I really thank you all for your concern!”

“And you, Big Old Black!”

Wu Yuan pointed a trembling finger at the large rat. “Your cultivation progress is snail-slow! Among all the commanders, your cultivation is the lowest, yet you still have the energy to think about that?”

“I’ll give you three months.”

Wu Yuan’s eyes narrowed.

“If your cultivation is still this low, I’ll chop it off for you. Then you won’t have to worry about being inadequate ever again!”