Muscular Rabbits Legion: “No one can escape from the novice village!”
Chapter 686 - 656: Yi Zheng, A Promising Future

Chapter 686: Chapter 656: Yi Zheng, A Promising Future

What he wanted was to be overwhelmingly powerful...

But to transform the rabbits substantially in a short period of time seemed almost impossible.

So that left only one option, laying mines!

Use absolute firepower to compensate for the slight deficiency in combat power.

Next were leveling and equipment.

In Newbie Village, there were a group of unfortunate souls to exploit for leveling, and as for equipment, those dropped by players could be melted down and used to craft a new batch.

With this in mind, Yi Zheng turned back and shouted at the herd of rabbits, "Zi Jin, Zi Sheng?!"

The next moment, two big rabbits hurried over.

One rabbit was cast in gold, looking incredibly beautiful; the other had a big belly, panting heavily.

These two were the Golden Treasure Rabbit gifted by the God of Wealth and the Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit sent by Gonggong.

In the distance, there were other rabbits with unique abilities. Ever since they had joined the Confucian Sect, they had clearly become more diligent, practicing the "Power Technique" and "Analects" "Moral Muscle" day and night with these big rabbits. Not only did their strength improve by leaps and bounds, but their cultural level also climbed sharply.

No sooner had they seen Yi Zheng than both almost simultaneously shouted, "Boss, what’s up?!"

Hearing this thick local accent, Yi Zheng nodded with great satisfaction, "Zi Jin, go to that pile of spoils of war and start classifying the stuff."

The Treasure Hunting Mouse immediately ran over. With its innate talent, it didn’t even glance at ordinary equipment, selecting equipment of about ninth-order Epic classification instead. Its efficiency far exceeded Yi Zheng’s.

What was most important, the Treasure Hunting Mouse could find seemingly ordinary game items that were actually very useful, such as keys to secret realms, special items necessary for completing quests, and some hidden Ghost Artifacts, among others.

Yi Zheng turned to the Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit, "How are you pregnant again? I’ll have you know, before you arrived, the ethos at our Confucian Sect was very proper.

You mustn’t mess around."

The Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit looked at Yi Zheng with a wronged expression, "Boss, I am a Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit, and my way of getting pregnant doesn’t require the complexity of getting into bed.

I just stand together with the others for a while, and then I get pregnant."

"You don’t need to get into bed... Well, that’s a relief." Yi Zheng was really afraid that the rabbit would be up to mischief and then the family tree would be a mess to write. But he immediately realized something and, frightened, jumped back several meters, shouting, "Stay away from me!"

The Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit said with a look of grievance, "Boss, I can only get pregnant when I’m with female rabbits, male rabbits... can’t get pregnant."

Looking puzzled, and then hearing the other party’s rough voice, Yi Zheng grinned, "Are you male?"

The Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit’s face turned red, "To be precise, I’m of the male sex. Our kind, we reproduce through males."

Yi Zheng was speechless but also breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, if this rabbit stood next to him, he’d unwittingly become the father of over a thousand little bunnies. Who could handle that?

Yi Zheng said, "Thousand-Pregnant, I called you over mainly to ask, how long have you been here?"

The Thousand-Pregnant thought for a moment, counting on its fingers, "Not long."

Yi Zheng nodded, "So... how many rabbits have you fathered?"

The Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit began to count on its fingers again, reassuring Yi Zheng that the number couldn’t be too high if it could count them on its fingers.

Then the Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit murmured, "One thousand, two thousand..."

Yi Zheng: "..."

Finally, the Thousand-Pregnant Rabbit held up five fingers, "Just about five thousand!"

Yi Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Are they all Thousand-Pregnant Rabbits?"

Although many hands make light work, Yi Zheng was even more aware that once the realism of the future was full, everyone would need to eat! Even though carrots can fill you up, eating carrots day in and day out for decades was clearly not going to happen.

By that time, it would be a huge burden.

The Thousand-Pregnant rabbit saw Yi Zheng’s worry and smiled, "Boss, only a Thousand-Pregnant rabbit and a Thousand-Pregnant rabbit can give birth to a Thousand-Pregnant rabbit. What I give birth to are groundhogs and bamboo rats. Also, a Thousand-Pregnant rabbit can only give birth to five thousand rabbits in its lifetime. I’ve reached my limit; even if you ask me to, I can’t give birth anymore."

Yi Zheng breathed a sigh of relief; he really was afraid that there would be too many rabbits to sustain.

After sending away the Thousand-Pregnant rabbit, Qiu He, the Bamboo Rat Queen carrying an iron hammer, arrived.

"Boss!" Qiu He called out.

Yi Zheng said, "What’s up?"

Qiu He said, "Can we have those equipment? We want to recycle them and forge a batch of equipment suitable for our brothers."

Only then did Yi Zheng remember, it seemed these bamboo rats hadn’t done much since following him. Every day they were either building houses or digging tunnels, and the rest of their time was all spent on forging.

Out of curiosity, Yi Zheng asked, "What is your forging level now?"

Qiu He proudly raised her head and said, "Our forging level has reached the height of a Level 8, Nine-Star Forging Grandmaster. If it weren’t for the restrictions of our strength, which never reaches the standard of Level 9, we could say we are all Level 9. And the six clan elders have reached the level of Level 9, Three-Star Grandmaster. I myself am a Level 9, Eight-Star Great Grandmaster!"

Yi Zheng was shocked. If he remembered correctly, the bamboo rat clan numbered in the millions... That meant he suddenly had millions of Level 8 Nine-Star Forging Grandmasters, six Level 9 Three-Star Forging Grandmasters, and one Level 9 Six-Star Great Grandmaster!

Originally when he’d taken Qiu He and her kind in, he’d simply felt that this race was peace-loving and averse to fighting, and had taken them in out of sympathy.

Yi Zheng had never thought that these honest bamboo rats could bring anything to the sect, but indeed they had brought quite a bit, always being on the front line when it came to building houses.

Now, Yi Zheng suddenly realized that he might have struck it rich!

With a slightly trembling voice, Yi Zheng asked, "How many bamboo rats are there in the clan now?"

Qiu He said somewhat sheepishly, "Because everyone is addicted to forging and artifact refining, we haven’t really focused on having children these past years. The population growth is very slow, currently around eight million..."

"Gulp!"

Yi Zheng swallowed.

Eight million Forging Grandmasters!

What was this concept?

Yi Zheng once again had the idea of trafficking arms. If he had a massive supply of forging materials, arming his army of millions would be like child’s play!

With equipment taken care of, cultivation techniques he had, and for experience, there were plenty of resentful spirits locked up in Newbie Village.

It was that moment when Yi Zheng felt the future looked promising!

But whom to sell the arms to?

That was a problem.

Yi Zheng couldn’t think of who to sell to for the moment, so he set aside that thought for now.

After all, it was a business with no capital involved; the materials were all looted. If it came down to it, any equipment that was not needed could simply be melted down and reforged.

With a direction in mind, Yi Zheng encouraged Qiu He, and the little queen, flattered by the rabbit’s flattery, tottered off, hammer in hand, eager to break through to a Level 9, Nine-Star Great Grandmaster.

At this very moment, Yamamoto Gojyuju was sitting at the breach in the Death Space, cursing up a storm—not at Yi Zheng, but at Zhu Ganglie.

He clearly remembered that a few days ago, this guy was in the Death Space chatting with him, boasting about how his people and the rabbits were evenly matched and needed someone to break the stalemate.

Yamamoto Gojyuju had rushed over immediately, but a few days had passed, and he had died again, while that pig was still lounging around in the Death Space.

Clearly, there was a problem here!