Li Banfeng found several more watermelon seeds on the other weapons. "Shopkeeper Yu, I wasn't wrong. You really spent the whole day chopping watermelons."
Yu Nan carefully recalled the battle. Whether they shot them with guns or hacked at them with blades, the Geng Family Medicine Shop's men would bleed, yet they simply would not fall.
And throughout the entire fight, Yu Nan had not heard a single word from the medicine shop's men. She had not even heard them cry out once.
Could they all have been watermelons?
When they bled, was it watermelon juice that flowed out?
Why would watermelons grow into human shapes? And why could they fight?
Zhang Shiquan, the oldest warehouse keeper in the cloth shop, took a drag from his dry tobacco pipe and guessed, "Farming Cultivators endure bitter hardship until they come into their own; at the fifth level, they can hold sway like dukes and marquises. I'm afraid we've run into a Farming Cultivator who has come into his own!"
A Farming Cultivator?
Other than the hardship involved, Li Banfeng had no other understanding of this path.
"What do you mean by 'come into his own'?" Li Banfeng asked directly.
The old warehouse keeper said, "That's a common saying on the road. Farming Cultivators have it hard, and few people cultivate that path. But if they can persist until the fifth level, they've come into their own. The things they can grow are all sorts of strange and bizarre.
"As for watermelons that can fight, I've lived to this age and never seen such a thing. I'd guess these were seeds prepared by a Farming Cultivator and grown from them."
Yu Nan thought for a moment and shook her head faintly. "What is the Geng family, anyway? What right do they have