Chapter 74: The Happiest Days of Life!

"Science? What science!"

"This is clearly the Five Ghosts Transportation Technique!"

Huang Zong looked at the empty factory, thinking of the large bulk of supplies that had taken so long to transport even with electric forklifts, all gone just like that.

The first thing that came to his mind was not some Sleeve Universe, but the Five Ghosts Transportation Technique, which was quite famous among the heterodox and side sects for stealing things! There was no helping it; the style of Shu Daoren was just like that, and even in the eyes of Huang Zong and the other Registered Disciples, this level of prestige could not be raised.

He was either with rats or with little ghosts.

He was only fit for such evil and crooked paths as the Five Ghosts Transportation.

"Alright, stop shouting so loudly; we already know about this matter."

Lu Daheng spoke up to stop the shouting Captain of the security team.

The other party was also one of their own people they had brought along; the shouting just now was mainly out of fear of being the scapegoat, and upon hearing this, he immediately became obedient.

However, deep down, this Captain and the trusted aides who followed the six of Huang Zong looked at the backs of Huang Zong and his group, all feeling that they had become unfathomable.

And this sense of mystery was actually intentionally created by the six of Huang Zong.

As for the art of controlling people by borrowing the tiger's might, they were old hands at it.

On the road to starting their business, they didn't know how many times they had used this trick.

What's more, they were now, at the very least, Registered Disciples certified by the sole heir of the Burial Ground, so it wasn't entirely a lie.

After confirming that Shu Daoren had taken away the supplies using some extraordinary ability they didn't know about.

The six of Huang Zong set their minds at ease and began to continue investing in Gade City according to the plan they had discussed.

One by one, trading companies involved in relevant materials were registered.

The mayor of Gade City, who had attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony, sensed a hint of something wrong.

However, after squeezing the cash in the thick envelope he had just received, he revealed a simple and unadorned smile again and signed his name in the approval column of the document.

Those who came to invest in a godforsaken place like Kenierbo, weren't they more or less attracted by the fact that the various forces here were intertwined and no one cared about anyone else? In the eyes of this mayor, as long as these trading companies were not involved in those illegal psychotropic drugs and arms, and were just transporting some medicinal materials, timber, and bulk supplies, then they were already rare, law-abiding, and honest companies!

So why worry about so much? Drive them away and wait to be bitten by the opposition and forced out of office? Of course, this mayor only guaranteed that his side would not take action against these Eastern investors.

If other forces came to ask for their information, as long as the price was right, the mayor would sell it without hesitation.

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Su Ping returned to the Cultivation World with a full load of supplies.

And then, only two days of peaceful life had passed.

Su Ping received an urgent message from the Immortal Sect, ordering them to strengthen the guard and patrols in their jurisdiction.

Especially to be on the lookout for traces of evil cultivators; once discovered, report it immediately to receive a reward.

Su Ping keenly realized that this must be some major incident caused by evil cultivators again.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, an urgent letter from a senior brother in the Immortal Sect arrived in Su Ping's hands.

Opening it, he saw that something major had happened in Golden Sword City, which Su Ping had passed by on his way to the island.

In that Golden Sword City, originally, after receiving the news, a Junior Martial Uncle from the Inner Sect had taken several Elite disciples from the Outer Sect to ambush the evil cultivators there.

But he didn't expect that they would be ambushed by the evil cultivators in Golden Sword City instead!

After a great battle, the evil cultivators were executed.

But it also left the Inner Sect Junior Martial Uncle severely wounded, and all the Outer Sect disciples were killed in battle.

It was heard that more than half of the urban area of Golden Sword City was destroyed, and the casualties were countless! Now, several people of great compassion who heard about this were rushing there, seemingly to hold some kind of Dharma Assembly to soothe people's hearts!

"It really is a man-made disaster."

"The anomaly I sensed last time, could it have been that Inner Sect Junior Martial Uncle and his disciples?"

"But after such a commotion, Golden Sword City probably won't be able to recover its vitality for a year or two."

Su Ping shook his head slightly, feeling regret for the other party's misfortune while also feeling fortunate that he had survived another disaster through caution! Su Ping wrote a reply thanking his senior brother and enclosed the urgent gratitude fee in the envelope.

Afterwards, Su Ping lost interest in cultivation, so he simply gave himself a half-day off, changed into casual clothes, and headed to Jinque City.

The most intense scent in and around Jinque City at this time was the smell of incense. Wealthy families had all invited Sealed Dharma Artifacts home to offer sacrifices day and night.

The noble families even built Temples directly for their servants and hired farmers to worship.

It was currently the period of obsession following the Dharma Assembly, and people didn't feel the pinch when using incense in the burners, making it so that people walking on the streets could smell that faint incense.

After strolling for a while, Su Ping discovered that after coming into contact with the information network of his hometown, the novelty of this ancient city was fading rapidly.

Even listening to music in the brothels could no longer attract him.

Unless it was those female cultivators who practiced strange arts performing, otherwise, even watching it live, in Su Ping's view, was not as stress-relieving as playing games in his hometown.

Su Ping ran to the City Lord Mansion, notified the City Lord of the warning from the Immortal Sect, and after handing this heavy burden over to him to be responsible for.

Feeling bored, Su Ping simply returned to the Pot Heaven and officially began his great farming undertaking.

Inside the Pot Heaven, Su Ping, as the commander-in-chief, stood next to the Stone Lion to carry out the most important command work.

White Crane Boy, as a staff member, reclaimed a mu of land according to Su Ping's requirements, and then subdivided it into blocks of different sizes.

Su Ping took out his Storage Bag and poured out the Spirit Soil borrowed from the Jiuye Mountain Market.

And then, after carefully taking out the medicinal materials offered by the six of Huang Zong.

Su Ping, not trusting White Crane Boy, did it himself, selecting some of the various medicinal materials that looked good and had a chance of surviving, and replanted them.

Waving his hand to take out Spirit Water to spray, and tearing up a Ten Thousand Woods Spring Return Talisman worth two Spirit Stones for these medicinal materials, he finally completed this experiment.

At the same time, Su Ping planted Spirit Rice on another piece of open land.

Similar to the steps on the side of the young Daoist Zhou Xuan, the biggest difference was that this time Su Ping used core agricultural technology from his hometown: chemical fertilizer! In agricultural production, having fertilizer and not having fertilizer are two completely different results.

Su Ping did not know if this would be effective for the Spirit Rice crops in the Cultivation World.

Anyway, trying it wouldn't hurt! Thinking of Spirit Rice, he thought of the Spirit Grass that he had let the young Daoist Zhou Xuan cultivate during the last assessment.

With a stir in his heart, Su Ping let White Crane Boy spread his wings and fly over.

At this time, the young Daoist Zhou Xuan had been staying in the backyard of this Zhaoyue Tingfeng Pavilion alone with a civet cat for about 10 days.

It must be said that Zhou Xuan is a seed of the Dao; every day he refines pills, waters and fertilizes, and then follows his three meals and three sessions of cultivation work.

Living in a thatched cottage, he can only eat dry rations and drink cold water.

Yet he is content and at ease, not feeling the days are bitter or dull in the slightest.

"This one understands the Dao."

Su Ping complained inwardly, then turned his gaze toward the two plots of farmland beside the thatched cottage.

At this moment, the Spirit Grass on the farmland is growing quite pleasingly.

Su Ping compared them against the Spirit Grass and relevant book descriptions in his memory.

It appears this batch of Spirit Grass has not grown crookedly.

On the contrary, because of the concentration of Spirit Qi in the Pot Heaven and the lack of pests or diseases.

Both in terms of quality and yield per mu, they are two or three tenths higher than those outside the ordinary Market!

Su Ping nodded in satisfaction.

With a movement of his Object Manipulation Technique, two small bags of Spirit Rice seeds were handed to the White Crane Boy.

Su Ping prepared to have the young Daoist Zhou Xuan plant the Spirit Rice after he finished harvesting the Spirit Grass.

It could also be considered giving himself a control group to see if the fertilizer is actually useful.

And the young Daoist Zhou Xuan, naturally, would not refuse this task assigned by the White Crane Boy.

In his view, this is yet another test given to him by the exiled Immortal of the Yunlai Immortal Realm!

As long as he can continue to cultivate to become an Immortal, Zhou Xuan will not fear any number of similar tests.

To him.

Every day spent farming and refining pills in the Yunlai Immortal Realm is the happiest day of his life! (End of chapter)