Magic Farm 71

Chapter 71: You’re Truly Remarkable

Shen Ben Wuxiang hadn’t exaggerated in the slightest—this bowl of meat broth was extraordinarily delicious.

Not only was the flavor exquisite, but the moment the soup slid down his throat, it transformed instantly into a warm current of energy that flowed through every limb and bone.

His body warmed up at once, his strength visibly restored—far more effective than eating several large bowls of food as he had before.

Clearly, this was something special. Qi Yu cradled the bowl in his hands, drinking it down one precious sip at a time.

[I Love Survival Games: I’ve finished it.]

He wanted to ask where those wings had come from, and also felt the urge to explain what had happened these past few days.

It was obvious that Shen Ben Wuxiang had truly been worried about him.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: No rush.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: You can go take a shower and relax first. If you’re tired, get some sleep.]

Though he didn’t know exactly what had happened to Qi Yu, he understood well what kind of person his friend was. Qi Yu said he’d run into a bit of an accident and hadn’t replied for several days—then it must have been truly impossible for him to do so.

Whatever the situation had been, if even the survival panel couldn’t be used, it must have been extremely tense or dangerous.

Now that he was sure Qi Yu was unharmed, he naturally wasn’t in any hurry.

Qi Yu was a beat slow to react, then replied, sluggishly:

[Alright.]

He had regained a bit of strength now. After lying on the cold floor for several days, he really could use a wash.

He went to the bathroom to shower. When the hot water poured over his body, Qi Yu finally realized just how chilled he had been.

He stood under the spray for a while longer, then came out and changed into a set of plush, wonderfully warm pajamas.

Remembering something, he took ten Crimson Flame Feathers from his backpack and crafted them into a Crimson Flame Feather ornament.

The Crimson Flame Feather ornament was a red, feather-shaped decoration that matched the color of the little building’s floor perfectly.

Its function was to raise the indoor temperature by five degrees Celsius.

The moment he set the ornament out, the effect was immediate—the chill in the air vanished at once.

[I Love Survival Games: I’ve taken care of myself.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: Not going to rest a bit?]

Qi Yu hesitated. Passing out for four days because of that reason didn’t feel like anything to be proud of.

But he remembered the messages Shen Ben Wuxiang had sent him—his friend had been truly worried.

More importantly, chatting with Shen Ben Wuxiang felt different from talking to the other friends in his region.

When he chatted with Tu Mu and the others, although their relationships were quite good now and there was mutual trust, in their eyes, he seemed to be a rather mysterious figure.

Qi Yu could sense that every time they spoke to him, there was a certain cautious respect in their tone.

This was clear from the fact that, aside from Ning Jing Zhi Yuan—the elderly grandpa—everyone else addressed him as “game master.”

Qi Yu thought, perhaps it was because he was ranked first on the regional leaderboard.

He didn’t think there was anything wrong with this attitude, but naturally, it made certain things difficult to say to them.

Shen Ben Wuxiang was different.

Though the man would blurt out all sorts of ridiculous titles like “godfather,” “dear dad,” or “big bro,” Qi Yu could tell those were just playful jokes.

He wasn’t afraid of him, nor had he ever shown any cautious restraint.

Maybe it was because they weren’t in the same region, or maybe because Shen Ben Wuxiang himself was also ranked first in Region 88.

Whatever the reason, Qi Yu felt more at ease when talking to him.

A sort of… curious sense of equality?

[I Love Survival Games: I don’t want to sleep. I just woke up after four days.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: ?]

Qi Yu told him that the reason he hadn’t replied in time was because he’d gotten too absorbed in inscribing a magic scroll, accidentally exhausting both his mana and mental energy, and had only woken up after sleeping for four days.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: …]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: You call that sleeping for four days? That’s called being unconscious.]

He was at once speechless, amused, and exasperated, but now that he understood why Qi Yu hadn’t replied, he felt much more at ease.

Thank goodness it wasn’t a case of stumbling into some mysterious secret realm and barely escaping with his life.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: So how do you feel now? No aftereffects, I hope?]

Qi Yu took out a bottle of healing potion he’d just found and tilted his head back to drink it.

[I Love Survival Games: I’m alright. Just drained my mental energy and mana, so I have a headache and feel weak. The potion helped a lot.]

The healing potion worked instantly—the pain on his scalp gradually faded. He reached up to touch it. No more pain.

So he could now say, with a clear conscience:

[I Love Survival Games: I hit my head when I fell. But after drinking the healing potion, I’m fine.]

Shen Ben Wuxiang could guess—he must have collapsed straight to the floor and passed out cold.

Not the brightest, that old stick-in-the-mud. He tacked on another prefix for him in his mind.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: So you lay on the floor for four days? You said it was raining and getting colder over there—don’t catch a cold.]

Qi Yu blinked slowly. It was strange—he wasn’t sleepy, but his whole body felt lazy, as if he just wanted to melt into a puddle, and his mind was sluggish.

He’d have to be more careful in the future. Overexertion didn’t just weaken the body—it dulled the mind as well.

[I Love Survival Games: I took a hot shower, changed into warm pajamas, and made an ornament to raise the room temperature.]

[I Love Survival Games: I’m not cold anymore.]

[I Love Survival Games: But it’s raining heavily here, and the temperature’s already dropped to zero.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: So your region’s extreme weather is low temperatures and heavy rain. Ours is the complete opposite—it hit forty-five degrees today.]

Qi Yu stared at the message, recalling something he’d wanted to do before he lost consciousness.

[I Love Survival Games: By the way, take a look at this.]

[Info €€ Swiftlet Meat.]

[I Love Survival Games: I think it might be useful for your region.]

Dan Xingyu read the introduction to Swiftlet Meat and was stunned—this was practically a divine artifact for desert areas.

So it compressed water resources, huh?

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: It really is good stuff.]

[Your friend “I Love Survival Games” has gifted you an item.]

[Received 3,300g of Swiftlet Meat.]

According to the survival panel, every gram of Swiftlet Meat was equivalent to 500ml of water.

That was over 3,000 bottles of 500ml mineral water!

And in a desert region, no less!

Shen Ben Wuxiang took a deep breath, once again feeling grateful that he’d staked out that Riftwing Beast for days and finally caught it.

He was always joking with friends in their little group chat, saying he hoped to meet a “godfather” who’d let him live off their generosity. Yet now that he’d truly met a warm-hearted, sincere friend, he found himself unable to accept it.

Unable to accept such one-sided generosity, unable to accept this genuine goodwill with a clear conscience.

Between friends, if one side was always giving more, then the relationship could not be equal.

He didn’t want that kind of relationship with I Love Survival Games.

Shen Ben Wuxiang thought it over and recognized this as his damn competitiveness.

Calling someone “godfather” was one thing to joke about, but as fellow number ones in their respective regions, he absolutely couldn’t accept living off “I Love Survival Games.”

[I Love Survival Games: Swiftlets are a kind of mutated creature born from rain. Killing them sometimes drops Swiftlet Meat. They’re pretty common here. If you need more, I can buy some from others in the region.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: We need it badly. And if temperatures keep rising here, demand will only grow. But there’s no rush—we’ll have to negotiate the price carefully.]

Qi Yu agreed there was no need to rush, since his mind felt as if it were filled with mud, barely able to function.

He couldn’t think at all.

So he set the matter aside for now and asked about something he was interested in—how Shen Ben Wuxiang had made those wings.

[I Love Survival Games: Is your class also an artificer?]

But even Teacher Ning Jing Zhi Yuan probably couldn’t craft such powerful items yet.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: No, I’m just an ordinary swordsman.]

He showed Qi Yu his personal panel, where his class was listed as Swordsman (Level 3).

Swordsman?

Qi Yu remembered that he’d just heard President Sean explain this in Jindong City.

So he sent Shen Ben Wuxiang the swordsman class rankings.

Dan Xingyu: shocked.jpg

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: ??? How do you know this so clearly! Don’t tell me—you’re a triple-class player?]

[I Love Survival Games: No, I just happened to see the swordsman class divisions before.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: Scared me for a second—I thought I’d really run into a cheater.]

[I Love Survival Games: What do you mean?]

He didn’t get it.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: Ahem, it means you’re really impressive.]

Dan Xingyu knew the swordsman class divisions.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: To be honest, if I hadn’t met you, I’d really have thought I was the chosen protagonist from some novel, you know?]

He told Qi Yu that on the second day of entering the survival game, while exploring the safe zone, he’d accidentally stepped into a sand pit, rolled around for several minutes, and fallen into a cave.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: When I got up, I found myself in a cavern, facing a skeleton sitting on the ground, a book, and a jade box.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: That combo was just too classic. I thought, this is it—I’ve got it made.]

He didn’t tell Qi Yu that at the time, he’d even wondered if all the suffering of his first eighteen years had been to prepare him to be the protagonist of the survival game.

There, he’d obtained a legacy, a cultivation manual, and some medicinal herbs that could improve his constitution.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: The information about the Riftwing Beast came from that legacy, as did the method for crafting the Azure Sky Wings. Plus, the survival game has blueprints and workbenches, which makes it all much easier.]

The harder part was actually hunting down the Riftwing Beast, a level five mutated creature.

He’d nearly exhausted all his resources.

But it was worth it for the success.

He’d crafted the wings—the Azure Sky Wings—and given them to Qi Yu. The remaining materials were still useful to him.

[I Love Survival Games: Was the soup you just gave me also made from Riftwing Beast meat?]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: Yes, not bad, right?]

Qi Yu recalled the sensation of that soup sliding into his stomach, the way his vitality surged in an instant.

None of the mutated beast meat he’d eaten before had ever produced such an effect.

[I Love Survival Games: Riftwing Beasts are high-level, aren’t they? It must have been difficult for you to defeat one.]

No wonder Shen Ben Wuxiang had said before that he’d be away for a while, might not have time to cook, but would definitely reply to messages as soon as he could.

He’d known from the start how dangerous it would be.

[I Love Survival Games: Shen Ben Wuxiang, you’re truly remarkable.]

It was a while before a reply came from the other side:

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: Hmph, I know.]