Longzang

Chapter 507 Riot
After inspecting the injured cultivators one by one, Wei Yuan's last stop was the medicine garden.

The war had not reached this place. As soon as Wei Yuan entered the gate of the herb garden, he saw a dark and eerie atmosphere, with ghostly flames drifting everywhere. The carefully tended herb fields were all bluish-black, and ghostly spirits occasionally emerged from them.

The spiritual plants growing on it were also twisted and withered, their branches resembling withered bones gripped tightly by pain, their leaves like broken remnants of souls, many of which had grown sharp thorns and barbs, and some thorny branches were constantly waving, searching for prey.

Wei Yuan was already used to this scene in the medicinal garden. Almost all the medicinal fields that had been transformed by the Netherworld were concentrated in the entrance area, creating a scene that looked like a living hell.

This area not only looks dangerous, but it actually is, as it's a favorite habitat for snakes, where they usually live. When snakes sleep, they like to shrink themselves to a tiny size, and then something will automatically be brought to their mouths.

Fortunately, once you venture deeper into the herb garden, you'll find yourself in a truly celestial realm.

Wei Yuan also brought more than a dozen followers, pulling three large trucks.

The three spirit beasts were initially more interested in what Wei Yuan had brought, but after sniffing around the three large carts, they lost interest and lay down to the side in boredom.

"What's in the carriage?" the old Taoist priest asked.

Wei Yuan said, "The remains of the body of a fallen great shaman."

The old Taoist was overjoyed and said, "This old Taoist is indeed useful. Burying him under the Netherworld Soil will allow many of his spiritual plants to grow even faster."

After the Great Shaman died in battle, part of his soul returned to heaven and earth, a small part became a gift from heaven and earth, and the remaining physical body was of much less value. It could not be used as material for refining weapons and could only be buried as fertilizer.

The situation is similar for Youwu Yujing. The vast majority of their life's cultivation essence resides in their sea of ​​consciousness, while their physical body is merely a vessel for their Dao. The flesh and blood they shed when injured are priceless because they contain a portion of their own divine soul. However, once they die in battle, their souls return to heaven and earth, and the value of their physical bodies plummets.

After examining the injuries of the three spirit creatures and finding that they were not seriously injured, Wei Yuan was relieved and left the herb garden, heading to the weapon forging workshop.

There are currently five thousand Dao Foundations in the entire Azure Nether Realm, of which three thousand five hundred are template Dao Foundations for cultivation. Now, taking advantage of the immense prestige gained from the battle against Red Leaf, Wei Yuan has transferred over four thousand Dao Foundations to the Weapon Forging Workshop in one go.

After several rounds of rapid expansion, the forging workshop now covers an area of ​​over ten miles. Dozens of forging furnaces stand majestically within, with pillars of fire dozens of feet high shooting into the sky, seemingly igniting the heavens. Molten steel pours out day and night, turning this forging area into a fiery inferno.

All kinds of forging machines are working day and night, and the power supply array requires at least five hundred Dao Foundation cultivators to maintain at all times.

Wei Yuan arrived at the weapon forging workshop to readjust its output based on the optimization plan provided by Renjian Yanhuo. At this moment, Yu Zhizhuo was wrapped up like a dumpling, dragging an immobile leg as he inspected the entire workshop.

The weapon forging workshop is now quite large, but fortunately, Yu Zhizhuo is a Dharma Aspect cultivator, and can leap more than ten zhang on one leg, so patrolling it is not difficult for him.

Wei Yuan found Yu Zhizhuo and gave him the new production adjustment plan. Yu Zhizhuo took a look and said, "Missiles are that useful?"

"Based on the analysis of past battle examples, this is indeed the case."

In the last battle, nearly 40% of the Wu tribe's casualties came from missiles. Therefore, after obtaining this analysis result, Wei Yuan's first thing to do was to double the missile production.

After reading the analysis report, Yu Zhizhuo pondered for a moment and said, "This missile hasn't been improved much yet. I'll think about it some more and I'll be able to come up with a better one soon."

"It doesn't need to be too good, just enough to meet our needs!"

"Don't worry, it won't cause any delays."

At this point, Wei Yuan finally had a little free time, so he hurriedly went back to the mundane world.

When he entered, he discovered that Zhang Sheng had just passed five more tribulations. At this moment, the tribulation clouds in the sky were slowly rotating, brewing the eleventh heavenly lightning. Now, there were ten immortal swords floating around Zhang Sheng, each with a different light. However, when Wei Yuan saw the tenth sword that had just been formed, he felt that it looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Upon careful reflection, Wei Yuan suddenly realized that the Daoist essence of this sword was somewhat similar to Su Xuejing's "Treading Snow Kunlun." However, their rank and power were vastly different, like the difference between the Immortal Sword Pseudo-Sun and the Immortal Sword Great Sun. Following Wei Yuan's usual practice, he would name this sword "Treading Over the Hills."

Although every immortal sword Zhang Sheng forged was of the human rank, once he collected ten, the power of the heavenly tribulation was weakened by a full ten percent. Although the power of each tribulation lightning bolt increased, the increase was negligible, and after being weakened, it was basically the same as the first tribulation lightning bolt. After being baptized by ten tribulation lightning bolts, Zhang Sheng's soul and primordial spirit were tempered to the point of faintly glowing, and he would never again be severely injured by heavenly lightning of this level.

At this moment, the half of the suicide note that was beside Zhang Sheng's feet had disappeared.

Wei Yuan watched another lightning tribulation, but there was really nothing to see, so he withdrew from worldly affairs again and hurriedly reorganized his army.

Logically, reorganizing an army after a major war is an extremely complicated matter. However, all soldier data is backed up in the Human World. The Human World automatically moves ordinary people who have participated in two major wars to the third line, leaves a small number of people who have experienced World War I in the first line, adds some suicide soldiers, and fills the rest with ordinary people who have never been on the battlefield. In this way, hundreds of thousands of usable troops appear in the blink of an eye.

Wei Yuan had dozens of Kaihui Dao Foundations, which were located in various places. They carried the corresponding lists, called out the names of the troops one by one, and then went to the designated camps to distribute equipment and conduct training.

The specific troops to be received at each camp, the equipment to be distributed, and the meals to be prepared have all been planned in advance and are being stocked simultaneously.

Under the coordination of the human affairs department, with dozens of Dao Foundation Warriors serving as nodes for relaying orders, and Wei Yuan's current extremely high prestige, the entire Qingming was like a giant war forging machine, starting to rumble and roar into operation.

However, something seemed to have happened in the south. Wei Yuan flew directly to a small town in the southern part of the realm specifically used to receive refugees, and the town was now packed with people. When Wei Yuan arrived, a caravan was just leaving the realm with cartloads of breastplates, heading towards the Zhao Kingdom.

Wei Yuan glanced around and his powerful divine sense had already counted that there were a total of 150,000 refugees in the town.

Thirty tables had been set up for registration, but they were far from enough to keep up with the demand; the queues stretched endlessly. The refugees, having traveled a long way, could not stand for long and began to clamor. Soldiers shouted at them, and some even lashed out with their whips, leaving several of the loudest refugees writhing and howling in pain.

Wei Yuan instantly appeared behind the soldiers, snatched their whips, and shouted sternly, "Who gave you permission to whip the refugees?"

Upon seeing Wei Yuan, the soldiers hurriedly saluted and said, "These troublemakers incited other refugees to cause trouble, so we just taught them a lesson..."

Wei Yuan flew into a rage, whipping each soldier hard across the face until their skin was torn and blood flowed freely. He then shouted sternly, "Qingming has long had a law that no one other than officials is allowed to use force against refugees! What right do you have to whip refugees in public?"

Wei Yuan's words, spoken with Dao power, resounded throughout the entire town, heard clearly by everyone. Until then,
A very small number of people actually remembered that Qingming seemed to have a law, but they had only heard Wei Yuan mention it and it had not been officially promulgated yet.

In that single glance, the faces and identities of the soldiers who committed the assault were identified through a quick comparison among the common people. They were all from a caravan guard unit that had been incorporated into the force, and so far, none of the members of that guard unit had ever seen frontline combat.

This is getting interesting... A dangerous glint flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes.

But appeasing the refugees was more important than dealing with them, so Wei Yuan kicked the soldiers aside and summoned the cultivator in charge of the town. This man was a disciple of the Creation Temple, and thus Xu Henshui's junior disciple, who had come to Qingming with Xu Henshui for training.

Wei Yuan didn't have time to establish formalities; he went straight to the point and asked, "Why are there only thirty tables registered here? Didn't I say we'd add more if we needed more?!"

The disciple from the Creation Temple was clearly not used to Wei Yuan's sharp words and said, "It's not that I'm unwilling to add more, but among those below the Foundation Establishment stage who are literate, this is all the information I could find. We can't expect Foundation Establishment cultivators to do such trivial matters, can we?"

Wei Yuan hadn't expected there to be so few literate people, but the current dilemma wasn't whether there were truly not that many literate people, or whether he simply didn't want to look for them.

Wei Yuan immediately ordered, "Why can't Dao Foundation cultivators do some small things? Are you trying to disturb their Dao resolve or something? Someone, go and invite all the idle cultivators in the palace! If they're in seclusion, let them come out!"

Several cultivators flew away. Wei Yuan said to the disciple in charge of the Creation Temple, "Someone will be coming soon; we need to set up at least five hundred registration tables!"

Unexpectedly, the disciple of the Creation Temple was also a man of temper. After being scolded by Wei Yuan twice, he immediately threw down what he was holding and said coldly, "Lord Wei, we are all from the same sect, only differing in cultivation level. Why should I tolerate you ordering me around? I can't do this job, I'm not doing it! Tomorrow I will return to the Primordial Palace!"

Wei Yuan felt a surge of anger, but he suppressed it and said calmly, "You did a poor job and instead of making amends, you abandoned the task. Very well, I will have a good talk with your master about this later, and I will also bring it up with Ancestor Danming when I have the chance."

The disciple was both shocked and furious: "They're just ordinary people and refugees, why did you have to go to such lengths?"

"As for him, someone, take this high-ranking cultivator back to pack his things."

The cultivator, filled with shame and anger, shouted, "You wait! One day, my cultivation will surpass yours!"

Wei Yuan said indifferently, "With your foundation, you're not worthy."

At this moment, Ren Suxing led about ten disciples of the Tianqing Palace to the scene. After briefly inquiring about the mission, he immediately ordered people to move tables and chairs and register the refugees. A moment later, Fei Yutong also arrived with disciples of the Shuiyue Palace.

When they started working, the situation was different again. There were eight lines in front of Ren Suxing and Fei Yutong, with eight people simultaneously giving their names and identification information.

Both of them were at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, their writing speed was incredibly fast, and they wrote flawlessly. The eight people in front of them had barely finished speaking when their registration was complete, and they immediately moved on to the next row.

The other half of the disciples formed four teams simultaneously, while the rest formed two teams each. Those who formed two teams seemed a little embarrassed.

Seeing that progress had clearly accelerated, the refugees finally settled down, and Wei Yuan felt somewhat relieved. These refugees would soon be going to the battlefield, and any slight problem with morale at this time could lead to disaster in the future.

Therefore, as soon as Wei Yuan discovered a bad sign, he immediately quelled it with swift and decisive measures, even going so far as to send a disciple of the Creation Temple back to the Primordial Palace.

These are people who are going to the battlefield. In front of them, no matter what kind of cultivator's dignity and self-respect, they have to put aside.

After finally calming down the refugees here, a commotion suddenly broke out again at the soup kitchen. Wei Yuan scanned the area with his divine sense and found that the soup and steamed buns in the soup kitchen were all gone, and at least 70,000 to 80,000 refugees still hadn't received any food.

All grain allocations and releases are recorded, and backups are kept in the community. Based on today's grain release, even if it's not enough to feed all the refugees, there will be a shortage of at most 10,000 people, and more grain can be allocated.

However, the numbers in between are clearly not accurate.

This time, Wei Yuan was truly determined to kill.

(End of this chapter)