Digging Tool Man +1

**You listened to your friend: Wu Xiu, a scholar, explained the landforms and customs of the Dali Kingdom, favorability +1, current favorability: 1 star.**

"So that's the case, this Dali Kingdom is really good."

Chen Xiyi responded to Wu Xiu. Although the scholar had never traveled far, he knew a lot about his homeland.

From what Chen Xiyi gathered, this world didn't seem to have cultivators or gods—at least not in the way he initially feared. There were myths and strange individuals, but no confirmed transcendent beings. However, it was still possible that such beings were unknown hermits. But the likelihood of that seemed slim; if there were many such beings, they wouldn't all be content to remain hidden. Not everyone is indifferent to fame and fortune.

The Dali Kingdom had existed for 327 years since Taizu's rebellion. After fourteen emperors' efforts, the country was peaceful and prosperous. The place they were currently in was a suburb outside Sunan Lingqu City.

Sunan was not only a land of fish and rice in the Dali Kingdom but also a center of literary excellence. Approximately 90% of the officials in the Dali court hailed from Sunan.

The term "millet" symbolized the abundance of rice grains.

Chen Xiyi now had a general understanding of this world. This region was like Jiangnan from his previous life, a place rich in literati and resources.

Aside from the Dali Kingdom, there were also foreign barbarians who were not educated in the ways of etiquette and were subordinate to Dali. These barbarians occasionally rebelled, but such uprisings were typically minor and easily suppressed.

"That's natural. What else does the Immortal need to know?" Wu Xiu asked, feeling that he was drawing closer to this immortal who seemed willing to listen to his explanations.

"No, by the way, you mentioned earlier that you would help me with anything. Are you still willing?" Chen Xiyi asked, feeling relieved that there were no cultivators or immortals that transcended the mundane in this world.

Chen Xiyi noticed that Wu Xiu's status no longer showed fatigue. This made him view Wu Xiu even more as an NPC tool rather than a person. If Wu Xiu didn't have a name and status bar above his head, Chen Xiyi might have thought differently.

"Please give your orders, Immortal," Wu Xiu said solemnly.

"Good. I need your help with a small matter. Don't worry; I will reward you well," Chen Xiyi said with a smile. Although the wooden helmet blocked his smile, Wu Xiu could hear the joy in his voice.

Chen Xiyi then took out a wooden storage box from his inventory and, after repeating the process two or three times, handed a wooden pickaxe to Wu Xiu.

Wu Xiu took the wooden pickaxe, still dazed. The scene of the storage box appearing and disappearing was much more shocking than before.

"You can dig earth and rocks with me. I happen to be short of manpower, and there will be rewards," Chen Xiyi said to the bewildered Wu Xiu.

"But, Immortal," Wu Xiu hesitated, "why would someone as powerful as you want to do such menial work?"

Chen Xiyi, sensing Wu Xiu's hesitation, replied, "I need to dig this earth and rock to refine the divine soil. If you don't want to help, you can leave."

Wu Xiu didn't dare to leave, especially after hearing about rewards. He had never seen a pickaxe before, being from a wealthy family that focused on scholarly pursuits. He held the wooden pickaxe awkwardly.

"It's simple. Just use the pointed end to hit the ground," Chen Xiyi explained, testing whether NPCs could use the tools from his game.

"Yes, Immortal," Wu Xiu said, though it felt strange. He began to strike the ground with the pickaxe.

Chen Xiyi counted silently. On the tenth strike, a square hole suddenly appeared under Wu Xiu, who fell in.

The excavated items floated in the air, turned into white light, and were absorbed into Chen Xiyi's body, stored in his inventory.

**Scholar Wu Xiu uses a wooden pickaxe to help you dig. You get: 3 units of soil, 1 unit of stone.**

'It seems that others can indeed use the items from the Homeland game,' Chen Xiyi thought.

"Hey, Immortal, what just happened?" Wu Xiu asked, climbing out of the pit.

"I forgot to mention, this is a heavenly pickaxe made from the branches of the sacred tree Jianmu. It can dig through the earth and rock veins of the world. You saw its power. Be careful not to dig under your own feet," Chen Xiyi said, improvising.

Wu Xiu was stunned. The mention of a sacred tree convinced him further of its divine nature.

"So that's the case. Thank you, Immortal, for the reminder," Wu Xiu said.

As Wu Xiu finished speaking, the earth and rocks not far from Chen Xiyi disintegrated, turning into materials that were absorbed into his body.

"You and I are different, hence our methods differ," Chen Xiyi said, pretending to be profound.

"I understand," Wu Xiu said, and resumed digging with the wooden pickaxe. He found it odd that the Immortal, who could dig with mystical methods, still used a pickaxe.

Despite his curiosity, Wu Xiu didn't dwell on it. The ways of an Immortal were beyond his comprehension.