Longzang

Chapter 140 Another Day

By this time, dusk had fallen in the Azure Nether Realm, and only a small portion of the battlefield had been cleared. Human cultivators repeatedly went back and forth, dragging the corpses of the Witch Clan back and placing them in designated locations. It was common knowledge in the Western Regions that the dead Witch Clan could nourish the realm.

Wei Yuan also felt that the Western Regions were quite strange. The witch tribe used humans to sacrifice to the heavens, while the humans used the witch tribe to nourish the land. They were like fish and meat to each other, and this cycle gave him an indescribable feeling.

Inside the stone house, Xu Wenwu wrote furiously, his right hand fingers already numb. He couldn't remember how long he had been writing; he just kept writing.

At first, he wrote about what he had seen and heard, but those were actually his own glorious achievements, such as getting a score of 99 in the second grade of elementary school, or ranking in the top 30 in a class exam in the first year of junior high school, and then ranking in the top 50 in a class exam in the third year of junior high school.

But it seems these glorious deeds were barely written down before it ended. Then, as he wrote, Xu Wenwu began to let his thoughts wander freely, writing down whatever came to mind. Dormitories, canteens, internet cafes, food stalls outside the school gate at midnight—he wrote about everything. He originally wanted to write about the library, but after picking up his pen, he realized that he hadn't been there even once in his four years of university and didn't know what it looked like.

As I was writing, the jade paper suddenly shone brightly; today's 30,000 words were enough.

A door appeared in the stone house again. The door opened, and Bao Yun walked in, picked up the jade paper on the table, and said, "You can rest now."

These words were like heavenly music. Xu Wenwu struggled to walk out of the stone house, two streams of hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

Bao Yun chuckled upon seeing this, and then she saw Xu Wenwu walking towards the main hall in front of the peak. Bao Yun said, "You're going the wrong way. The food stalls are to the right after you cross the main peak."

"I'll go walk the horses first," Xu Wenwu said from afar.

Xu Wenwu felt he had become so dedicated and diligent, but Bao Yun simply nodded and made no other comment.

In fact, he had no idea that over the years, countless young noblemen, no matter how spoiled they were, would become diligent and dedicated, with refined interests, and their conversations would be of a higher standard, discussing world affairs as if they were related to them.

Seeing that Bao Yun was about to leave, Xu Wenwu couldn't help but ask, "How long will it take you to read all this?"

Bao Yun said, "According to your world's time, one minute."

Xu Wenwu was instantly discouraged, thinking bitterly: Since you don't care, then I won't write properly tomorrow!
Tomorrow is tomorrow's problem; the boasts made now still need to be fulfilled. So Xu Wenwu found the horse and started walking it. Now he had a connection with the horse; he could vaguely sense its location without even looking, which was quite amazing.

Bao Yun brought the jade paper to the summit of the main peak. It was already late, and everyone from Tai Chu Palace had returned. So they used their divine senses to read the jade paper together.

The book, a lengthy 30,000 words, was read by the group in less than half a minute, according to the timeline of that world.

Wei Yuan's primordial spirit was already extremely powerful, and he was familiar with Xu Wenwu's speaking style. His divine sense swept over the text and automatically extracted the important content, then categorized the rest as trash and temporarily sealed it away, to be reviewed later when he had time to find the overlooked value. The whole process took less than ten seconds, extracting a full two thousand words of essence, far exceeding his expectations.

Others also had their own methods and processed tens of thousands of words of content on their own.

Only Xiaoyu, lacking experience, inadvertently memorized everything. Now he was in deep trouble, spitting in anger as he tried to clear the garbage from his primordial spirit.

Nothing more was said that night. The next morning, the battlefield had been cleared, and Wei Yuan designated a small plot of land, about a mile square, on the side of the main peak, for the cultivators to cultivate, intending to plant Liangmi, a unique crop from the Western Regions, there.

This type of rice grows rapidly, requiring a humid environment and plenty of water. It matures normally in just three months, and the resulting rice contains a trace of spiritual energy, making it a common food for impoverished cultivators in the Western Regions.

Ordinary cultivators not only need to eat, but they also have much larger appetites. Although there aren't many people yet, as Wei Yuan prepares to recruit the second batch of cultivators, the military rations extracted from the secret vault will not be enough.

Once the Wu tribe's attack came to a temporary halt, Wei Yuan planned to send someone to Quliu Town to purchase a batch of grain for emergency use, after which the newly planted grain would be ready to catch up.

The land, about 500 mu in size, yields 10,000 jin of millet per harvest. Within the Azure Nether Realm, the ripening period can be shortened to one and a half months, and with the addition of a little Jia Wood to generate Xuan, it can be even faster.

Liangmi is merely the most basic spiritual food. An ordinary Body Forging cultivator needs at least five jin a day to meet their cultivation needs, and if they cultivate diligently, even ten jin might not be enough. Based on this calculation, Hou Yuan could support a cultivator team of about a thousand people in a month. With more people, even more spiritual fields could be cultivated.

With the second high shaman slain, the shaman clan would surely lie low for a while. Wei Yuan didn't intend to waste this precious window of opportunity. After arranging the reclamation work, he set off alone to scout out the shaman clan's movements. Bao Yun and the eldest senior sister were responsible for the other two directions respectively.

Wei Yuan was scouting the direction leading to Quliu Town. Quliu Town has a large human population, and the likelihood of the Wuyu Clan army appearing in this direction is low, making it a relatively safe direction.

Bao Yun and her senior sister chose the southwest and northwest directions, respectively. These two directions were naturally much more dangerous, with a greater chance of encountering the Witch Clan. However, neither of them were ordinary people, and even if they encountered a Great Witch, they would most likely be able to escape unscathed.

The Seven Wonders Tree of Bao Yun isolates heaven and earth, serving as an unparalleled foundation for concealing one's whereabouts. The fact that the lizard shaman was unaware that Bao Yun had secretly planted a seed in him speaks volumes. Therefore, Bao Yun is responsible for the southwest direction, the most likely area to discover the shaman clan, and strives to find their stronghold in the Shattered Realm.

There are also large tribes of the Wu tribe to the northwest of Ji Liuli, but their headquarters are much farther away than to the southwest. Wu tribe strongholds may also exist here, but the likelihood is lower than in the southwest.

Although Ji Liuli did not have Bao Yun's heaven-defying concealment skills, she was, after all, from the Heavenly Mystery Hall. Although she only liked fighting and killing, she also had a lot of Heavenly Mystery and Feng Shui techniques related to fighting and killing.

For example, before her journey, Ji Liuli cast several celestial spells on herself, significantly reducing her presence in the world. Now, as she walks past ordinary people without disguise, she doesn't leave the impression of a person passing by, but rather of an ant crawling past, making her easily overlooked.

Zhang Shengxiao's strength is halved once he leaves the realm, so he stays at home, waiting to see if anyone dares to come near. Zhang Sheng's sword formation suffered a setback in its first battle, narrowly missing the chance to kill the Dharma Avatar, so all four swords are now itching for a fight.

Yun Feifei and Xu Wanyi were busy with all sorts of trivial matters.

When Xu Wenwu woke up in the morning, he first watered the trees, and then went into the small stone house to begin his new day's journey.

However, this pen was different from yesterday's; it was very light to the touch, almost weightless, and moved according to his will. Xu Wenwu was overjoyed and wrote with lightning speed, even managing to write with a touch of the feel of a keyboard.

But a pen ultimately lacks the soul of a keyboard, missing that powerful, forceful feeling of striking the keys.

(End of this chapter)