Longzang

Chapter 1040 Unparalleled Celestial Demon
Sunlight falls on the high clouds, painting them with patches of gold.

More than ten floating boats and airships lined up in a row and slowly sailed by, as if traveling on golden waves. These floating boats all had conspicuous blue and white markings, and each had a menacing heavy cannon at the bow and stern, which was specially painted in a shiny silver color.

On the deck of each flying ship, many Dao Foundation cultivators from the Primordial Palace were sitting, listening to the speeches of their Dharma Aspect senior uncles.

"Listen up, everyone! The journey to Ji Kingdom is long and arduous. The amount of goods we are escorting is enormous and of high value. We cannot afford to lose them! This route was pioneered by your Uncle Zhang Sheng, and later it was repeatedly swept up by Senior Sister Ji, Grandmaster Feng, and Uncle Feng. The villains have been almost completely wiped out."

But we still can't let our guard down. What if some escapees get away with it and we don't catch them? Wouldn't that just let other ships get the credit? Can we tolerate that?

The young cultivators were all hot-blooded and could not tolerate this!
The messages delivered on each of the flying ships were essentially the same. This fleet carried over four hundred disciples of the Tai Chu Palace, ranging from beginner to advanced levels. The month-long escort mission from Qingming to Ji Kingdom was the first step in the training of these Tai Chu Palace disciples.

This is the third batch; the previous two batches, totaling over eight hundred Daoji, have already arrived in Ji Kingdom.

At this moment, Wei Yuan had already arrived in Ji Kingdom and was inspecting the training arrangements for the Tai Chu Palace Dao Foundation cultivators who had arrived earlier. Zhang Sheng had arrived in Ji Kingdom a little earlier and had already dispersed all the cultivators to various places for training.

Among the feedback received, many Primordial Cultivators expressed considerable dissatisfaction with the training arrangements. In their imagination, and based on past experience, training should involve exploring secret realms, breaking through mechanisms and formations, escaping puppet pursuit, and seizing treasures from fellow cultivators. Over time, each treasure they acquired would have a specific origin. This way, in their later years, they could boast to their junior disciples for a year without repeating themselves.

But under Wei Yuan and Zhang Sheng, the training of the Tai Chu Palace cultivators became driving and taming guinea pigs to till the land; using Daoist magic to protect newly harvested grain from rain and snow; using Daoist magic to enhance the vitality of newly planted winter wheat... The only thing that had some technical skill was building. For example, when pouring cement, Daoist foundations could carry several thousand kilograms of cement each time, flying to a height of tens of feet to work.

The most intense combat mission is to drive away the natural enemies that want to eat the guinea pigs. In fact, the guinea pigs bred by the Old Daoist Chuhe are completely different from wild ones. There are even guinea pig kings that have been enlightened and have the strength of a Dao Foundation cultivator. They can also use armor, weapons and tools, and ordinary Dao Foundation cultivators are no match for them.

Therefore, there are not many natural enemies of guinea pigs to begin with, and they have been repeatedly wiped out by Wei Yuan. Now, the cultivators of Taichu Palace are as happy as if it were New Year's Day when they see a falcon or a spirit leopard.

Therefore, many young cultivators had a lot of complaints about this arrangement. They felt that there was nothing wrong with doing the work, but at least they should do something similar to patrolling key places to be in line with the identity of a Primordial cultivator. Why should they come here to do farm work or manual labor?

Wei Yuan had anticipated these complaints. These young cultivators hadn't yet grasped the importance of being blessed with good fortune. And obtaining good fortune wasn't so easy.
In the eyes of most cultivators of this era, mortals are useless, and naturally, they cannot be treated with sincerity. But the path of destiny is mysterious and profound, and it insists on being willing.

Over the years, Wei Yuan had discovered that mortals were also discerning. Whether someone was kind to them or not, whether they treated them sincerely, they would see through it all in time. Therefore, Wei Yuan would arrange for the Primordial Cultivators to do the most urgent and important autumn harvest for the mortals. The simpler and more basic the work, but the more arduous and numerous, the more likely they were to gain gratitude and reap good fortune.

It sounds like a transaction, but there are actually significant differences. It's just that the Primordial Cultivators are not yet aware of the differences.

After reviewing the materials and assigning tasks to the upcoming third batch of cultivators, Wei Yuan put aside his work to spend time with Zhang Sheng. Talking to her every day had become a routine part of Wei Yuan's life.

In this warm moment, Wei Yuan's Dao heart was clear, and he could perceive the subtle changes in the world, thus discerning the enemy's hidden moves. After establishing his position at Buddha Sword Peak, Wei Yuan had made his stance clear, but the opponent suddenly became completely still, clearly not retreating, but brewing a new killing move.

Upon reaching the door of the study, Wei Yuan stopped and looked out into the corridor.

It is mid-autumn, and a chill is gradually creeping in the wind. The leaves of the flowers and trees in the courtyard are turning red and yellow, creating a mottled and uneven pattern. At this time of year, the trees are more beautiful than the flowers.

In the vast expanse of land beyond our sight, tens of millions of mortals are toiling away, harvesting crops, tilling the land, fertilizing and sowing seeds with the help of numerous cultivators, and then waiting for winter to arrive and snow to blanket the world. At that time, beneath the thick ice and snow, tiny glimmers of life will lie dormant in the deep soil, quietly awaiting the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers.

At this time, most people who are able to get married have already done so. Among the more than ten million people, over half a million new lives are being conceived in the womb. By next spring, another large number of children will be born. And the number of children conceived then will only be even greater.

Ordinary people are very perceptive and simple. As long as they have enough security, food and clothing, and hope, they will naturally reproduce and continue their lineage. After deducting the land rent collected by Wei Yuan, farmers who have worked hard all year have enough surplus grain to eat for the whole next year, and even have some left over.

The land rent collected by Wei Yuan will be used to build roads and bridges, construct various facilities, ranches, mines, factories, academies, and schools during the winter. All of this land rent will be used to settle wages and will return to the hands of those who work diligently.

Calculations have been made across all realms that, after a full first year, the average mortal can accumulate enough surplus grain to last about two years. This surplus grain will become living expenses starting next year when Qingyuan increases its circulation. By this time next year, mortals will need to consider how to improve their lives.

Wei Yuan had already begun introducing caravans and started construction on a road leading to the Zhao Kingdom. This was a massive project spanning tens of thousands of miles, but in the long run, the returns would be enormous, as the entire route would fall within the Qingming's sphere of influence.

Furthermore, this road will completely sever the connection between the mountain people on the western border and the main territory, turning the mountain people in this area into turtles in a jar, slowly eroding them away.

There were countless matters, both big and small, and even with Wei Yuan's ability to easily manage eight thousand concurrent tasks, he was still somewhat overwhelmed.

Over the past year, the Ji Kingdom has developed rapidly. After a year of recuperation, many mortals have become stronger and have begun to contribute their second stream of fortune. In addition, hundreds of thousands of people have begun to forge their bodies.

Autumn is the harvest season, and mortals reap abundant rewards, as does Wei Yuan. This season alone, Wei Yuan has reaped the fortunes of five million people from the Ji Kingdom region.

Those people on the other side probably never imagined that the last thing they should have given Wei Yuan was time. Now, Qingming's momentum is about to take hold, with a surge of human fortune and a wave of luck flowing in waves. Every so often, Wei Yuan will accumulate a massive amount of human fortune.

At this moment, Wei Yuan actually hoped that his opponents would lose their temper and come over to cut him a couple of times, ensuring that they would suffer unbearable pain.

Standing for a moment in front of the study door, Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, preparing to discuss with Zhang Sheng how to discover and cultivate sword cultivation talents. This was a major matter; after establishing Buddha Sword Peak, the probability of sword cultivation talents emerging among the people living and cultivating in the surrounding area would increase significantly, so it was necessary to make plans early.

With today's topic prepared, Wei Yuan pushed open the study door and walked in, only to be greeted by a misty atmosphere!
In the study sat a spirit wood bathtub, inside which sat a beautiful woman. Her long black hair cascaded down, falling onto her snow-white, jade-like shoulders, a stark contrast that made one want to scream. Her hair then spread out in the water like clawing seaweed, as if to seize one's heart and soul, tearing it apart and devouring it all.

Wei Yuan's breath caught in his throat. Her face was still that of a beauty capable of captivating a nation, and she was still the one he had longed for. Yet, the sharpest sword energy had somehow softened to the point of being as gentle as water or mist, rippling outwards with the rhythm of her breath, rushing towards his face—gentler than a spring breeze, warmer than an autumn wind, carrying a strange fragrance that was irresistible. Then, a long, slender, snow-white leg, its lines like a sword, rose from the water, and with its wet, rain-kissed toes, like magnolia blossoms after the rain, it touched Wei Yuan.

This unparalleled celestial demon is named Zhang Sheng.

At this moment, only one sentence echoed in Wei Yuan's mind: If your master were to get carried away...

But he heard another sentence: "Everything they have, I have too. What they don't have, I also have! So in this life and the next, you will never forget me..."

The delicate hand that Wei Yuan had seen countless times, both openly and secretly, opened and grabbed at him in mid-air. Wei Yuan was immediately thrown into the water, causing countless waves to surge up.

Rising and falling, water splashing everywhere. The neck arched back is the curve of impending death; the suppressed murmur is the insatiable desire.

And so it went downhill.

(End of this chapter)