Longzang

Chapter 1193 Whose Primition is Burning?
The new loom is named Tianmen, and it is currently only a prototype. The entire research team consists of eleven Golden Core cultivators and over seven hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators, among whom the chief elder is actually a template Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Wei Yuan secretly pulled up the information of the elder in charge and found that this person was exceptionally talented. He finished reading the initial exploration of the desolate realm in just two days, and then read more than half of the works of Tinghai and Yanshi. He even wrote two articles pointing out two errors in Yanshi's works.

These two articles were naturally deleted quietly by Yu Zhizhuo from his self-study journal. Anyway, no one cared what a small-time template expert had done, and very few people could understand his writing. And this person didn't care at all; after publishing the articles, he forgot about it and didn't even know that Yu Zhizhuo had quietly deleted them.

In the weapon forging workshop, everything is based on skill level, not cultivation. So it's quite a strange thing that a mere template could become the head elder, in charge of a large number of Dharma forms and Dao foundations. Such a thing would be absolutely impossible in the Nine Kingdoms and aristocratic families.

According to the original plan, the next step for the Heavenly Gate Loom was to develop a loom specifically for weaving cloth for Dharma Aspect cultivators. However, with the grade being upgraded by a major level, the design difficulty also increased exponentially, with over a thousand difficulties listed in the plan to be overcome.

Yu Zhizhuo specifically summoned this elder in charge to meet with Wei Yuan. He was a fair-skinned young man named Wen Guantian.

When he was brought over, he was clearly impatient, obviously not interested in who Wei Yuan was or wanted to know.

Wei Yuan casually asked a few questions about research and development, and then saw the little Dao Foundation cultivator look at him with an expression that said, "You're an idiot." Wei Yuan wisely stopped talking and didn't bring up any more technical questions.

Yu Zhizhu coughed lightly, his voice carrying a hidden pressure. Only then did the young template Dao Foundation Elder pay a little more attention to his tone and word choice, avoiding the use of too many personally offensive words. However, it was still difficult to completely avoid them, and he would bring them up every few sentences.

In just a short while, Wei Yuan's anger flared up several times, and he even considered throwing Wen Guantian into the Yellow Springs Cave for a second chance.

Now he finally understood why True Lord Xuan Yue had so many enemies, and why everyone had been avoiding the Azure Sky Palace like the plague lately.

At this moment, Wei Yuan fully understood what it meant to be unable to tolerate something yet unable to do anything about it. He couldn't very well just slap this young man to death, could he? Not only could he not slap him, but he also had to maintain a smile on his face, otherwise he would be criticized by future generations.

As Wen Guantian explained the research and development plan, he mumbled incoherently, "...Even if a stone becomes an immortal, it's still just a stone... Not to mention those Yujing that can't even exude a trace of immortal energy! No matter how large their mental world is, it can't hide the fact that they have baboon brains! Calling them gorillas is an understatement..."

Even the dumbest person should have finished reading *First Steps into the Wasteland* by their teens. It's a good book, but for some idiot's sake, it's written in a simplistic, verbose, and repetitive style..."

Wei Yuan immediately sent a telepathic message to Yu Zhizhuo: "What would happen if we killed him?"

"...research has regressed by thirty years."

Wei Yuan said sullenly, "Then you should keep an eye on him. With his cultivation level, he'll get beaten to death as soon as he goes out."

"The first time I saw him, he was being beaten by a group of people and was half-dead..."

"I knew it!"

"This guy has the style of your Azure Palace, why don't you take him in?"

Wei Yuan immediately shook his head: "No, I can't afford to lose face! The mouths of us in the Azure Sky Palace are all made of fists. We've never been surrounded and beaten. We're always the ones beating up a whole group!"

Yu Zhizhu rolled his eyes, the meaning clear: you know how loose-lipped your Tianqing Palace is...

Wei Yuan wisely stopped the discussion and directly gave the direction: adjust the research focus, prioritize the development of a loom for Body Forging cultivators, then for mortals, and then for Dharma Aspects.

Wen Guantian's attitude finally softened a bit, and he said, "Mortal cloth is too soft and fragile, so it is indeed a bit difficult. I will need to think about it carefully for a few days. The fact that you came up with this idea shows that you do have some brush bristles, so it's not completely useless. Well, don't bother me anymore. I will let you know when I have figured it out."

Wei Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Can you handle several tasks at the same time right now?"

“One,” Wen Guantian said without hesitation.

"Yes, I still need to put in some effort in this area. It can improve my aptitude and potentially allow me to take another step forward on the path to immortality." Wei Yuan finally regained some confidence.

To everyone's surprise, Wen Guantian immediately retorted, "No need! So what if you can handle ten thousand tasks at the same time? It makes no real difference. Ten thousand baboons thinking at the same time are still thinking about the same things..."

Wei Yuan immediately sent a telepathic message to Yu Zhizhuo: "How about... we rewind our research by thirty years!"

Yu Zhizhuo gasped, "No! Wait for me a moment..."

Yu Zhizhuo grabbed Wen Guantian and disappeared in an instant.

Wen Guantian, his mouth still full of air, refused to stop: "...No matter how many baboons there are, they're still baboons; they can't possibly think of anything human..."

Wei Yuan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Then Yu Zhizhuo returned and said, "I have severely punished him! He has been fined half a month's salary, confined to his quarters, and is not allowed to leave until he completes his research task."

"A half-month's salary deduction?" Wei Yuan could hardly believe his ears. Even if it was just for show, this was a blatant attempt to deceive people.

Yu Zhizhu rolled his eyes and said, "They really live off their salaries! Unlike those officials!"

Wei Yuan then realized that the so-called salaries of the officials of the nine kingdoms were just a facade; they would hardly ever use them, so they would often be fined three to five years' worth of salary. For those who truly relied on their salaries to live, even a half-month's fine was already deadly. Wei Yuan could only accept this outcome.

Yu Zhizhuo was also a little puzzled and asked, "You've already slain an immortal, what's the big deal about the little guy saying a few words? Why are you so angry?"

Wei Yuan naturally couldn't say, because Wen Guantian wouldn't say a thousand, nor a hundred thousand, but insisted on saying ten thousand. Currently, Wei Yuan is the only one in the entire Qingming realm capable of simultaneously activating ten thousand missions.

Yu Zhizhuo, unaware of the details, did not intend to ask further. Instead, he exclaimed, "The young Dao Foundation cultivators of today are truly remarkable. So many talented individuals have emerged, and their ideas are simply unbelievable. Wen Guantian is just one of them; there are at least three or four others who are his equals. And these are just the people from my weapon-forging workshop. I've heard that Sun Yu, Chuhe, and Xu Henshui also have several."

"This is a good thing!" Wei Yuan exclaimed, intrigued.

"His temperament and disposition are similar to Wen Guantian's."

“Oh, then you must treat them well and be patient,” Wei Yuan said immediately.

"By the way, I have another suggestion: we should reclassify the industries under the Forging Workshop, instead of following the example of the Nine Kingdoms and throwing those outdated ancestral practices into the trash. We should categorize them according to the supply and demand relationships between the various industries. Each major category should be divided according to the attributes of the final product, and an annual report for the entire Forging Workshop should be generated accordingly."

This way, the annual report will show the flow of all products and their interrelationships, allowing for targeted support of promising future industries.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan exclaimed, "This is a man of great talent for governing the country! Just how much has he cultivated himself?"

“Last year’s template foundation followed the Taiyin lineage.”

"Why are all the talented people just template-based Dao foundations?" Wei Yuan wondered.

Yu Zhizhuo smiled and said, "One of my men, who is familiar with template materials, knew you would have this question, so he did his homework in advance and has the answer. This is a book he wrote specifically on this issue. Take a look."

The exchange of books between the two high-ranking cultivators, Qingming and Wei Yuan, is directly through an interface within the bustling world of the myriad realms. Yu Zhizhuo waved a beam of light over, and Wei Yuan glanced at it, only to find a book before him: "A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire."

Wei Yuan now reads at lightning speed; with a sweep of his divine sense, he had already finished the first chapter. This book is quite interesting; the first chapter clearly states its purpose and conclusion: who is the spark that ignites whose prairie fire?

When Wei Yuan saw this, he paused for a moment. Even with his current level of cultivation, he needed to think about it before he could accept the conclusion that the spark was the template for the Dao Foundation and the origin for igniting immortals.

The rest is all about argumentation; Chapter Two is a bit difficult, giving a feeling of reading "A First Exploration of the Wilderness"; Chapter Three is brief...

Wei Yuan closed the book, looked at Yu Zhizhuo with a deep gaze, and asked, "Did you understand it?"

Yu Zhizhuo's eyes shone brightly: "I got stuck on Chapter Six. There's still one more chapter to go. It'll probably take about half a year to read."

"So this is a mathematical treatise?"

"Yes, he used mathematical analysis to examine all the data he could access, built several algorithms himself, and then came to the conclusion that template foundations are the most reliable force, and they have huge room for development, but currently lack support and a system to match them."

Wei Yuan's expression was strange. He asked, "Where did you arrive at the conclusion in the second half? Is there still room for improvement in the template?"

Yu Zhizhuo also looked strange: "This part is indeed very strange. He wrote this part after you distributed the Dao Foundation Year-End Pill. He found hundreds of template Dao Foundations, half of which had the Year-End Pill and half did not, made a comparative analysis, and then constructed many mathematical models, and came to this conclusion."

"Did you understand that model?" Wei Yuan asked, posing a probing question.

Yu Zhizhuo remained calm and said, "It's in the last chapter, and I haven't had time to read it yet."

Wei Yuan snorted, and in front of Yu Zhizhuo, a ball of green light appeared in his hand. It was an incredibly dense human fortune, and then the human fortune quickly collapsed and disappeared into thin air.

Wei Yuan was taken aback. This group consisted of as many as 500,000 people. His original intention was to verify whether this conclusion was correct, and also to show Yu Zhizhuo that he did not need to know so much mathematics.

As a result, 500,000 people disappeared in the blink of an eye, which only made it feel like the conclusion had been pushed forward a little, but it was still far, far away from the answer they wanted.

Under Yu Zhizhuo's watchful gaze, Wei Yuan remained calm and composed, the blue light in his hand reappearing, this time directly amounting to two million!
Then it was five million, ten million, twenty million...

In the blink of an eye, the luck of 60 million people was exhausted, and there was still no result! Even Yu Zhizhuo could see that something was wrong and wanted to ask questions, but he held back.

After transporting tens of millions of people, Wei Yuan clearly felt the outcome was already quite clear, just ahead. He gritted his teeth again, pulled out his trump card—human transport—and in an instant, another fifty million disappeared!

The conclusion has finally emerged: this book is correct.

However, Wei Yuan had an indescribable feeling, unsure whether he had discovered this result himself or whether human intervention had brought about this result.

(End of this chapter)