Final Lord

Chapter 282 Guardian of the Spirit Spring
At Wang Bufu's call, a massive land reclamation competition unfolded across the desolate wetlands. Fifty thousand migrants, like seeds infused with life, burst forth with astonishing vitality in this barren land.

The difficulty of reclaiming land from swamps far exceeded expectations.

Each dark pool is like a lurking venomous snake, its surface covered with humus that looks no different from ordinary swamps, yet it can suddenly collapse the moment a pioneer steps on it, dragging the living person into a bottomless death trap.

Even more terrifying is that some of the dark pools are inhabited by slime-like substances that slowly decompose the bodies of those who fall in, just like digesting food, allowing the victims to consciously experience the entire process of being melted.

Swamp beasts lurking in the shadows pose an even more deadly threat.

The three-eyed swamp crocodile disguises its body as driftwood, its moss-covered back rising and falling slightly with its breath; its man-eating vines weave a deadly net in the reeds, tightening suddenly like a venomous snake once a living creature touches it.

Most terrifying are the moving carnivorous plants—the leaves of the bloodtooth fern are covered with barbs, and any cuts will fester and fester; the spores sprayed by the ghost mushroom can cause those who inhale them to hallucinate in excruciating pain, eventually leading them into the digestive pool of their predators.

But Wang Bufu had already made thorough preparations. The Miasma Clan warriors were like natural swamp scouts; their gray-green scales could sense the slightest changes in water flow, and their slender bony fingers could determine whether what lay below was solid ground or a death trap the moment they inserted them into the mud.

Whenever they discovered a dark pool, they would plant fluorescent bacteria markers around it—these strains emitting a faint blue glow formed a warning line in the twilight, like a lifeline marked out for the pioneers.

The emerald halo of the Life Spring forms an invisible barrier. As the light waves sweep across the swamp, the lurking predators reveal their instinctive fear: the swamp crocodiles bury their sharp teeth deep into the rotting wood, their scales rustling with trembling; the carnivorous vines contract into taut springs, as if ready to launch themselves away at any moment; even the most ferocious piranhas sink to the bottom of the pool, the ripples stirred up by the fish swimming with a panicked rhythm.

As Wang Bufu said, the migrants only need to clear the land, and he can take care of everything else.

With this double protection, 50,000 migrants, like an army wielding shovels, launched a general offensive against the swamp.

Clang! Clang!

The dull thuds of iron tools chiseling into the black soil echoed incessantly. The young couple's hoes traced gleaming arcs in the sunlight, their sweat dripping into the earth with a soft hissing sound, as if instantly absorbed by the thirsty land. Elders knelt on the ridges of the fields, their rough, root-like fingers meticulously removing every harmful root. Children's water-carrying teams moved like a busy swarm of ants, the clanging of earthenware pots and their laughter reverberating across the wetlands.

"Come on! Plant these seeds."

Wang Bufu personally distributed wheat seeds to each family. These ordinary seeds from the Shackled Territory trembled slightly the moment they touched the black soil, as if they had been infused with life.

As more and more land was reclaimed, the entire wetland began to shine—emerald mist rose from the reeds, glistening mycelial networks emerged from the humus, and even the wind blowing across the marsh carried an invigorating fragrance of grass and trees.

With the reclamation and planting of farmland, the ecological prosperity around the Lingquan Spring has greatly improved.

Then, the emerald aura of the Spring of Life surged. The light particles gushing from the spring surged like a reversed Milky Way, weaving intricate totems in the air.

The amount of Life Essence generated by the Spirit Spring daily has doubled! It can now produce 20 Life Essence per day!
Wang Bufu took out ten portions of the essence, and when he spread his five fingers, they shone with light.

Five of the essences transformed into a jade torrent that flowed into the newly cultivated farmland, instantly giving the black soil a metallic sheen; the other five transformed into a fine rain that sprinkled on the newly sown wheat fields, causing the seeds to sprout and grow at a visible speed, quickly forming heavy ears of wheat.

"By the Lord of Dawn!" Old Henry knelt before the golden waves of wheat, his trembling hands stroking the plump grains.

Spiritual Wheat

Extraordinary Tier 2 Food

Effects: Temporarily enhances physical constitution, treats diseases, and grants a small amount of experience points upon consumption. Long-term consumption increases maximum health. The wheat ears were covered with fine emerald patterns, shimmering like works of art in the sunlight. Martha, suffering from tuberculosis, broke off a grain and put it in her mouth; the sweet juice instantly filled her mouth, and her purplish-black fingernails visibly faded from their sickly color.

The surrounding villagers erupted in jubilation. Mothers lifted their babies into the glowing wheat field, lame old soldiers threw down their canes and ran along the field ridges, and even the most stubborn old priest tore open his robes and danced wildly. The cheers rose and fell, shaking the reeds: "A miracle! A true miracle!"

Their limited knowledge was insufficient for them to understand why the wheat field grew in an instant; they could only attribute it to God.

Wang Bufu, who created all of this, was naturally regarded by them as a messenger of the gods.

Fifty thousand gazes were drawn to Wang Bufu as if by a magnet. The figure in the black robes that casually conjured miracles with a flick of his wrist had etched the miracle into their minds.

A wave of worshipful, fanatical gazes overwhelmed Wang Bufu.

A subtle, enigmatic smile flickered across Wang Bufu's lips.

He certainly heard the whispers of "divine messengers" rising and falling among the crowd. He neither refuted nor admitted it, letting those fervent speculations ferment in the golden wheat fields.

When the first ear of wheat bent toward him without wind, he suddenly spread his five fingers, and ten emerald-colored life essences poured out like a galaxy, weaving into mysterious rune chains in mid-air.

Wang Bufu used ten essences of life to summon the guardian spirit spring!
Guardian of the Spirit Spring

Rank: Extraordinary 5nd level

Attributes:
Life: 260
Attack: 40
Defense: 40
Speed: 8
Special skill:

Spirit Spring Guardian
Within the influence range of the Fountain of Life, 50 health points are restored per second.

Water element creatures

Immune to poison and corrosion effects, and immune to negative water-based magic.

Summon Spirit Spring (1-minute cooldown)

Summons a massive fountain to attack surrounding enemies and heals allies within its radius.

Life Force (Cooldown: 1 day)
Releases life force, current health -200, causing plants and animals within a one-kilometer radius to grow faster.

As the torrent of essence crashed into the spring, the entire wetland suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The migrants were horrified to see a human-shaped silhouette rise from the water's surface—a three-meter-tall giant formed from liquid jade, its water-ripple-like face adorned with ancient totems, each step it took creating shimmering lotus-shaped ripples on the swamp's surface.

Wherever it passes, the humus instantly loses its stench and transforms into fertile soil that exudes a fresh fragrance; poisonous insects lurking in the reeds, as if encountering a natural enemy, rustle and burrow into the deeper shadows.

The appearance of that towering aquatic creature further confirmed the rumors that the king did not submit to the divine messenger.

The villagers who were watching were all deeply shaken as they gazed at the giant jade body that seemed to have stepped out of a mythical ballad.

(End of this chapter)