106: Chapter 106 A Century-Old Herb Field, Reverse Dumping

In the first year of the Divine Kingdom, the troubles in cultivating the spirit fields were greater than anticipated.

The sixty thousand square kilometers of the new continent looked vast, but there were not many plots truly suitable for the growth of high-grade Spirit Medicine. In many places, the Spiritual Veins had not yet returned to their positions, and the soil quality was churned into a mess by the humidity of the Black Swamp and the miasma of the Green Abyss.

Thirty percent of the Purple-Blood Vermilion Fruits were unstable in germination as soon as they were sown, and the seedlings of the Qi-Condensing Grass were even more delicate; once the Spiritual Qi became chaotic, they would wither away in droves.

Wang Mu stood before the main platform of the Eastern Spirit Fields, listening to the loss reports from each district. His pen tip swept across the ledger, marking out the failed plots with a red brush one by one.

"Do not fear dead seedlings; what is fearful is dying without knowing why."

The apprentices of the Spirit Planting Department turned the soil overnight. The Formation Hall dismantled the first version of the Spirit-Stabilizing Formation and added diversion patterns, changing the Spiritual Qi from a large, rushing influx to a small, steady, and continuous flow.

Things were even livelier on Wang Shan's side.

When the Martial Dao Legion was digging canals in the new land of the Green Abyss, the residual miasma underground was unearthed. A dozen new recruits were dizzy from the fumes and stumbled into the water ditches while carrying baskets of spirit soil.

Wang Shan lifted the person out of the muddy water with one hand and tossed them onto the dry bank.

"I told you to move soil, not to plant yourselves in it."

After this saying spread, the military camp, which had been tense for months, had a rare moment of laughter.

Laughing was one thing, but the speed of canal digging did not slow down.

Wang Shan brought in the Rescue Team to act as supervisors. Anyone entering the miasma-filled plots had to first collect a Miasma-Clearing Talisman and a Pulse-Protecting Pill. Whoever found it troublesome was directly punished by carrying spirit soil for three days.

In the tenth year of the Divine Kingdom, the first batch of C-grade Spirit Medicine entered a stable growth period.

The roots of the Purple-Blood Vermilion Fruits took hold beside the Spiritual Veins, and their leaves turned deep purple. The Qi-Condensing Grass spread out in patches. Although the Azure Mansion Vines were only test-planted on twenty thousand mu, they had already wrapped around the spirit-stabilizing wooden frames and begun to absorb the Spiritual Qi of the earth veins.

Wang Mu did not rush to expand; instead, he ordered a pause on adding new plots, prioritizing raising the survival rate to over eighty percent first.

Someone in the Spirit Planting Department was eager to perform and privately planted a patch of Qi-Condensing Grass densely, hoping to increase the yield by thirty percent.

As a result, the Spiritual Qi in that spirit field was drained within three months, and the Qi-Condensing Grass collapsed in swathes.

Wang Mu arrived in person, his gaze sweeping over the collapsed Spirit Plants, and he slammed the roster shut.

"Go record the reasons for the withered seedlings. Do not return until you have filled thirty volumes."

"The Divine Lord has given us a hundred years, not a chance for you to gamble."

This sentence was posted at the entrance of the Spirit Planting Department, and everyone who wanted to take shortcuts behaved themselves.

In the twentieth year of the Divine Kingdom, the Alchemy Pavilion began to intervene in advance.

Young Purple-Blood Vermilion Fruits could not be used for Alchemy, but a small amount of medicinal liquid could be extracted. The Alchemist used these liquids for low-grade Blood-Replenishing Powder to test the medicinal properties for the Martial Dao reserve camp.

The tender leaves of the Qi-Condensing Grass were sliced into thin pieces and, combined with Spirit-Stabilizing Water, were trial-made into daily nourishing pills for Purple Mansion Cultivators.

The effect of the finished product was not high, but it allowed the Alchemy Pavilion to familiarize themselves with the medicinal properties in advance, reducing the rate of waste pills during large-scale refining after maturity.

Wang Mu sat in command at the Hundred Arts Hall every day, with planting reports, Alchemy loss reports, Formation Plate consumption records, and Spiritual Vein extraction records piled on his desk.

He handled these accounts with even more seriousness than he handled battle formations.

Wang Shan strode in and, seeing that he did not even lift his head, scoffed aloud.

"If you keep calculating like this, you'll turn into an abacus yourself."

Wang Mu turned a page of the ledger without lifting his eyelids.

"An abacus can save Divine Power, can you?"

Wang Shan was stumped by this retort and turned around to go dispatch more of the Martial Dao Legion to dig canals.

In the thirtieth year of the Divine Kingdom, the six-thousand-square-kilometer spirit field system finally stabilized.

The old Eastern Spirit Fields were dedicated to C-grade Spirit Medicine; the new land in the western Green Abyss was converted into a poison-type and blood-type Spirit Planting area; the edge of the southern Black Swamp was used for trial-planting rot-resistant Spirit Plants; and the new northern plains were reserved as a crop rotation area.

Wang Pingan surveyed the overall situation and, confirming that the flow of Spiritual Qi was no longer chaotic, allowed Wang Mu to expand the planting area.

After the second batch of seeds was sown, the Spirit Planting Department had sufficient experience, and the survival rate increased from the initial sixty percent to ninety percent.

This increase seemed like just a number, but what was saved behind it was thousands upon thousands of Divine Power.

On the third day in the outside world, Wang Pingan opened the ledger in the secret chamber. The Divine Kingdom had only reached its thirtieth year, and the first batch of stable medicinal liquids had already been sent out as samples.

Wang Cang's gaze was glued to those low-grade samples, his breathing becoming a bit heavy.

"Dao Child, it has only been three days."

Wang Pingan's gaze fell on the light screen of the Divine Kingdom, his tone steady.

"It is not enough. The Lu family is suppressing the price of finished products; low-grade samples won't hurt them."

Wang Zhenyuan leaned against the doorframe, his gray clothes half-obscuring the corridor light, his voice deep.

"Lu Guang has suppressed the purchase price of finished Qi-Condensing Grass by twenty percent and has also declared that Galaxy City will not be short of Qi-stabilizing Medicinal Pills in the short term."

Wang Cang scoffed.

"The stock in his hands is only enough to last three months. Does he really think others don't know?"

Wang Pingan turned his head.

"Let him keep suppressing it."

In the fiftieth year of the Divine Kingdom, the first batch of Purple-Blood Vermilion Fruits entered the semi-mature stage ahead of schedule.

This was not a hollow product forced by acceleration, but the result of the accumulation of the Spiritual Veins, the Spirit-Stabilizing Formation, and a hundred years of experience from the Spirit Planting Department.

The Alchemy Pavilion harvested the semi-mature fruits in batches and refined a test version of the Purple-Blood Replenishing-Yuan Pill.

The first furnace had a seventy percent failure rate.

The second furnace had a fifty percent failure rate.

After the tenth furnace, the pill success rate stabilized at sixty percent.

Wang Mu's brows were tightly locked. He crushed the waste pills with his own hands and led the Alchemy Pavilion to investigate the points of medicinal property loss, furnace by furnace.

By the sixtieth year, the success rate of the Purple-Blood Replenishing-Yuan Pill had increased to seventy-five percent, and the Red-Marrow Ginseng also began to produce its first batch of usable ginseng whiskers.

The Martial Dao Holy City received the Red-Marrow Bone-Tempering Powder first. Wang Shan had veteran soldiers test the medicine, and once the effects were revealed, the entire military camp exploded in excitement.

This medicine was not as good as the finished pills refined from a complete Red-Marrow Ginseng, but it was sufficient for Blood Condensation Martial Artists and low-grade Martial Masters to polish their Physical Body daily.

Previously, such consumption had to be bought from the outside world, with prices controlled by resource merchants, but now the Divine Kingdom could produce it itself.

Wang Shan gripped the medicine packet and strode into the Hundred Arts Hall, setting aside his usual casualness.

"If this stuff can be made available, the training volume of the Martial Dao Holy City can be increased by thirty percent."

Wang Mu picked up his pen and signed off on the medicine packet.

"Military priority, but every packet must be registered. Whoever dares to waste it, I will go and catch them myself."

Wang Shan grinned.

"Whoever wastes the medicine, I will break their legs first."

In the eightieth year of the Divine Kingdom, a small batch of side branches of the B-grade Azure Mansion Vines matured.

The Formation Hall cut them into sections, made them into Pulse-Stabilizing Formation Materials, and buried them in the weak spots of the new continent's earth veins.

The effect appeared immediately.

The Eastern Spirit Fields, where Spiritual Qi had previously been thin, recovered, and the miasma in the new land of the western Green Abyss was suppressed underground, no longer frequently disturbing the field areas.

This meant that Wang Pingan's Divine Kingdom was not just producing medicine, but also using self-produced spirit Materials to repair its own foundation.

The accounts in Wang Pingan's mind became clearer and clearer.

Sell a portion, keep a portion, deep-process a portion, and use a portion for himself.

As long as the cycle ran, there would be a new source for the consumption of time acceleration.

In the one-hundredth year of the Divine Kingdom, the first batch of C-grade century-old Spirit Medicine officially matured.

In the Eastern Spirit Fields area, purple light connected in patches. Purple-Blood Vermilion Fruits hung heavy on the branches, and Qi-Condensing Grass spread along the ridges into a thick carpet of grass. The farmers of the Spirit Planting Department led apprentices to harvest in batches, and all fruits and Spirit Plants were immediately sent to the Hundred Arts Hall.

The three hundred and sixty Pill Furnaces of the Alchemy Pavilion were lit simultaneously, and the refining of Purple-Blood Replenishing-Yuan Pills, Qi-Stabilizing Pills, and Pulse-Protecting Powder began overnight.

The Formation Hall installed fire-control formations on every Pill Furnace, the Talisman Institute was responsible for sealing the medicine talismans, the Medical Cultivator Camp was responsible for verifying medicinal properties, and the Storage Department was responsible for cataloging and warehousing.

This was no longer just a few Alchemists refining pills, but a true Hundred Arts assembly line.

Wang Mu sat in command at the main platform, his voice spreading throughout the Hundred Arts Hall.

"For the first batch of finished products, thirty percent is to be sold externally for the Divine Lord, thirty percent enters the military warehouse, twenty percent enters the school palace, and twenty percent is reserved as parent stock and for research."

A manager nearby lowered his voice.

"Selling only thirty percent externally, would that be too little?"

Wang Mu's gaze swept over him.

"The Divine Lord is playing the long game, not emptying the family fortune all at once."

In the one-hundred-and-twentieth year of the Divine Kingdom, the first batch of B-grade Red-Marrow Ginseng and Azure Mansion Vines completed their main harvest.

The Red-Marrow Ginseng was refined into Red-Marrow Bone-Tempering Pills, and the Azure Mansion Vines were processed into Pulse-Stabilizing Formation Materials. Another portion was sliced and sealed, ready to go through the high-grade Materials channel of the Xinghe University mall.

Twelve days had just passed in the outside world.

In the secret chamber, the Divine Kingdom passage opened, and boxes upon boxes of Medicinal Pills, spirit Materials, and Formation Materials fell neatly into the warehouse.

The seeds bought with five hundred Divine Power, after over a hundred years of time in the Divine Kingdom and processing by the Hundred Arts Hall, had turned into finished products worth many times over.

More importantly, the Divine Kingdom itself had also kept a large amount of Medicinal Pills, spirit Materials, and parent plants.

The more one calculated this account, the more frightening it became.