I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Chapter 49 Physical Limit

The next morning, Song You was awakened by a wave of soreness.

He sat up in bed, and the simple act of straightening up caused the muscles in his back, thighs, and arms to collectively protest.

He stretched his neck, and his joints made a series of crisp cracking sounds.

"I was really exhausted last night."

Song You muttered to himself, recalling the exhilarating physical battle of the previous night. Amidst the physical exhaustion, there was also a sense of exhilaration.

He got up and went to the next room. The bed was made neatly, and on the folded blankets was a thick notebook.

Jiang Milu had already caught the morning bus and left.

The faint scent of her shampoo still lingered in the air.

Song You picked up the notebook, opened it, and saw the familiar, neat handwriting.

Leaving the room to bask in the sun, although my body ached, I felt exceptionally energetic.

He went out into the yard, picked up a broom, and quickly swept up the mess left from last night.

The huge boar carcass still lay quietly in the center of the yard, like a small black mountain, silently telling the story of the danger of the previous night.

After tidying up, Song You sat back down at the stone table and focused his mind.

The interface of the Druid's Diary slowly unfolded before him.

He directly clicked on the Jungle Druid branch, where the class notes from Jiang Milu were quietly floating there as a skill book icon.

He clicked on the icon, and two learnable skill options popped up.

[1. Pathological Examination (Beginner): Consumes 20% of Jungle Druid Introductory Progress.]

[2. Power Generation Techniques (Beginner): Consumes 25% of the Jungle Druid's beginner progress.]

Song You glanced at his pitiful 27% progress bar for his [Jungle Druid] and fell into deep thought.

Both skills are very tempting.

[Pathological examination] Allowing him to complete advanced tasks more efficiently and repairing the orchard on the back mountain is the most pragmatic choice at present.

The [Power Generation Techniques] allow him to better control his surging power and reduce unnecessary stamina consumption, directly enhancing his combat strength.

You can only choose one of the two.

Song You didn't hesitate for long.

For agritourism to develop and for Druids to advance, solid progress is essential.

Strength can be built up gradually, but tasks cannot wait for anyone.

"Study, [Pathological Examination]."

He was silent.

The progress bar for the Jungle Druid dropped instantly from 27% to 7%, a feeling that sent a shiver down my spine.

However, the next second, a new notification popped up.

[Druid Log: You have successfully learned the ancient Druid arts, and your understanding of the ways of the jungle has deepened.]

[Jungle Druid beginner progress +5%.]

The progress bar, which was originally down to 7%, stubbornly rebounded and finally stopped at 12%.

Song You's eyes lit up; this was equivalent to getting a discount.

Paying for knowledge and getting cashback is a great deal.

A vast yet clear torrent of knowledge instantly flooded into his mind.

Information about plant pathology, from spore morphology to transmission routes, from lesion characteristics to control measures, became as instinctive as if it were deeply imprinted in his memory.

He subconsciously looked at a tomato plant in the corner of the yard.

He saw the problem at a glance.

The leaf edges are slightly curled, and there are abnormal pale yellow spots between the veins.

[Early symptoms of late-stage epidemic disease, caused by excessively high air humidity.]

A clear diagnosis formed directly in his mind.

Song You nodded in satisfaction; this 20% progress was well spent.

In this way, the treatment doesn't have to be limited to a few fruit trees; the vegetables in these farmlands can also contribute to the progress.

He stood up, stretched, then took out his phone and opened his WeChat Moments.

The wild boar photo he posted last night had a bunch of previous diners commenting on it, expressing their amazement and making reservations.

The most eye-catching message was Wang Guoming's private chat, which sent more than a dozen messages in a row.

Wang Guoming: "Brother Song! Brother Song, are you there? Reply if you see this!"

Wang Guoming: "Holy crap! Where did you get such a perfect wild boar?! The fat, the coat—it's top-notch!"

Wang Guoming: "The hindquarters! You have to keep the hindquarters for me! I want to make ham! I'll pay double the price!"

Song You was amused by his hurried manner and replied, "Don't worry, Brother Wang, I'll save the hindquarters for you, pig's trotters too."

The other party replied almost instantly.

Wang Guoming: "How righteous! I'll be there the day after tomorrow! You wait for me!"

Song You put away his phone, looked at the huge wild boar in the yard, and began to make plans.

This 600-pound behemoth needs to be dealt with quickly.

He took out the sharpest boning knife from the kitchen and began to bleed the plants in a corner behind the yard. The bright red blood slowly seeped into the soil next to the vegetable garden along the dug drainage ditch, nourishing the land.

[Druid Journal: The fertility of the land has slightly improved.]

After completing the initial bloodletting, Song You found a huge waterproof cloth to cover it up so as not to frighten the passing guests.

He washed his hands, glanced at the sky, then took a huge snakeskin bag from the house and turned to walk towards the back mountain.

With his enhanced memory and wild sense of smell, Song You easily found the mountain hollow from yesterday.

When the bayberry tree reappeared before his eyes, he was still amazed.

Under the daytime sunlight, the tree appears even more majestic.

The tree trunk is strong and vigorous, like a coiled dragon. The crown spreads out, and every leaf is a bright green, as if it is flowing with light.

Those deep red fruits, dotting the branches and leaves, are like burning rubies, exuding a deadly allure.

Song You placed the snakeskin bag under the tree, took a few steps back, and with a running start, nimbly climbed the tree trunk like a monkey.

He quickly climbed to the treetop, found a sturdy branch to sit on, and then reached out and picked a ripe bayberry.

Without hesitation, I threw it straight into my mouth.

The sweet and sour juice burst open, and that familiar warm current surged through my body once again.

Every cell in my body was rejoicing. The muscle soreness left from last night's battle dissipated at a visible speed, replaced by a fuller and more concentrated sense of power.

[Druid Log: You consumed the Red Dragon Nest Fruit, imbued with the vitality of the earth, resulting in a slight improvement in your constitution.]

Song You picked another one and popped it into his mouth.

The same feeling washed over me again.

It works!

His physical condition hasn't reached its limit yet!

Song You was overjoyed and quickened his pace.

One, two, three...

When he ate the fifth one, an unprecedentedly strong stimulation suddenly exploded from inside his body.

The feeling was like being relentlessly honed on every single nerve in his body.

His limbs and bones felt numb and itchy, and a surge of hot energy coursed through his body, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

The sensory stimulation was too intense.

Song You quickly stopped, leaned against the tree trunk, and gasped for breath. It took him a long time to recover.

It seems this stuff can't be eaten as a meal.

He felt the restless power within his body and made a decision.

Take three pills each morning, noon, and evening; this should be the limit your body can handle.

Take it slow and steady, and gradually improve things.

He was very curious about how much this so-called Red Dragon Nest Fruit could ultimately improve his physique.

With that in mind, he didn't delay any longer and started picking all the remaining bayberries from the tree, filling a large snakeskin bag.

After doing all this, he jumped down from the tree and hoisted the heavy bag onto his shoulder.

He looked up and took one last look at the bayberry tree he had plucked bare, and a very bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

This tree is growing here; who knows if it will be discovered by some other wild animal?

Since this whole forest is my territory, then this tree should rightfully belong to me as well.

Song You touched his chin, his eyes gradually becoming fiery.

If we could transplant this tree entirely into our own yard, it might grow even better.