Chapter 932

Xiang Weiyuan took a deep breath and barely suppressed his blazing, boiling emotions.

Having spent too long in the Wild Realm, his body grown stronger, Xiang Weiyuan increasingly preferred to solve problems with muscle. But the problem was, Wu clan muscles weren’t Mingwang Palace muscles—they only provided emotion, incapable of thought.

Xiang Weiyuan no longer looked at Xiaoyu, but turned to True Person Chuhe and asked what difficulties there were in opening new fields.

Without me, the human world’s smoke and fire stagnate; Qingming’s vitality is insufficient. Opening fields and planting grain is most prone to mishaps.

True Person Chuhe sighed and said, “Recently, we’ve opened only two million mu.”

Xiang Weiyuan instantly perked up—only two million mu in over half a year? Progress was far behind past years! When I left, we already had thirty million mu of fertile land; how could we get by without opening seven or eight million mu this year?

Xiang Weiyuan’s expression turned solemn. “What’s the reason?”

True Person Chuhe sighed, “To be honest, it’s my fault. When I was selecting rice, I had nothing to do, so I browsed the data on the outside world and came across this thing called fertilizer. Though the records were vague, the concept itself wasn’t hard. So I gathered several fellow disciples—Sun Yu, Xu Henshui, Yu Zhizhuo—and we spent several days studying. We found that using yin-cold Dao power to process certain minerals could produce something similar to fertilizer.”

“So I selected a thousand Dao Foundation disciples with suitable affinities and opened the [Cultivation Fertilizer Workshop], dedicated to producing fertilizer. Each Dao Foundation disciple can produce several hundred jin of fertilizer daily. The process itself isn’t difficult—it’s just that the vats must never stop burning. But as long as we arrange proper shift rotations, there’s no issue. With fertilizer, that season’s grain yield skyrocketed. And because we used so much fertilizer for so long in the just-passed season, the output was exaggerated—yield per mu reached over five hundred jin, doubling outright.”

“Now Qingming has far too much grain stored. We’re considering converting some abandoned mine caves into granaries. So for the past two months, we dared not open new fields—we simply can’t store any more. Opening more would only waste manpower.”

Xiang Weiyuan choked on his breath, yet could only nod and smile, praising the old Daoist for his competence.

The problem was, most of Qingming’s outside-world data wasn’t from Xu Wenwu—it was written by Xiang Weiyuan himself. How had he overlooked fertilizer? Was his old job as a researcher at the Umbrella Corporation really that incompetent?

Xiang Weiyuan now sensed something strange unfolding. He decided to find something only he could do well, to lay groundwork and restore his prestige.

Xiang Weiyuan followed True Person Chuhe’s lead: “Since fertilizer requires so many Dao Foundation cultivators, has the number of template Dao Foundation cultivators increased in the realm recently?”

Feng Tingyu replied, “A Dao Foundation Ceremony was held just a month ago, adding five thousand Dao Foundation cultivators.”

“Oh, Dao Foundation… what? You held another Dao Foundation Ceremony already!? The interval’s too short!” Xiang Weiyuan was stunned—he’d just held one before he left, and that one had been unprecedentedly successful.

Feng Tingyu said, “Mainly because everyone’s body forging accelerated, and we’d accumulated over twenty thousand cultivators waiting to ascend. We discussed it and decided to hold another ceremony.”

Xiang Weiyuan said, “Wait—twenty thousand became five thousand Dao Foundation… twenty thousand minus how many? Nine thousand?”

“Eight hundred.”

Fortunately, Feng Tingyu wasn’t as scheming as Xiaoyu—he didn’t drag it out. He gave the answer straight: “This time, we introduced a new template: Moonlight Heavenly Mist, specializing in Yin Force. This template is extremely easy to grasp and allows direct entry into our newest Cultivation Fertilizer Workshop, so far more people chose it. Of fifteen thousand candidates, four thousand five hundred succeeded. The remaining five thousand-plus became eight hundred.”

“What does this template look like? Show it to me.”

A beam of light shot from Feng Tingyu’s shoulder, forming a brilliant moonlight orb in midair. Xiang Weiyuan instantly understood—this Dao Foundation skipped even the gaseous stage, cultivating nothing but pure light. The threshold was absurdly low, hence the high success rate. But even if it was simple, it was still a Dao Foundation, cultivating the high-quality Yin Force—just diluted.

If Xiang Weiyuan’s Yin Moonlight was a vat of strong liquor, this template was a vat of water with a single drop of liquor—still called liquor.

“Who created this template?” Xiang Weiyuan asked. Even he had to admire how low the threshold was.

Feng Tingyu said, “Xiaoyu. Originally, he designed the Yin Moonlight Sword. But then he realized this Dao Foundation wasn’t meant for combat—making it sword-shaped was pointless, only adding difficulty. So he removed the sword form and arrived at this version.”

Even Xiaoyu had figured it out? Xiang Weiyuan glanced at Xiaoyu again, focusing his vision—he saw Xiaoyu’s fortune thick and radiant, clearly reaping great benefits from the Moonlight Heavenly Mist.

At that moment, Xiang Weiyuan suddenly felt his human smoke and fire stirring. He turned inward and saw many immortal plants clustered together, with Fuyao watering them. Nothing else was amiss. He withdrew his spiritual sense.

The moment his spiritual sense left, the place erupted in chaos.

The girl with crimson eyebrows snarled, “Don’t stop me—I’ll kill that bitch!”

The immortal plants scrambled, desperately holding her back, crying, “It’s not worth it! Think it through! Don’t act rashly!”