116: Chapter 116 Ten Thousand Points of Divine Power, Third-Tier Benefits

Wang Pingan stood in the sky of his Divine Kingdom, overlooking the 80,000 square kilometers of territory. Cities, spiritual fields, mineral veins, academies, and the Hundred Arts Hall were scattered throughout.

Twenty days had passed in the outside world, while two hundred years had passed in the Divine Kingdom. The early generation of citizens had retired behind the scenes, a new generation of Cultivators had taken over military and political affairs, and the output of the Hundred Arts Hall had shifted from self-sufficiency to stable external sales.

The Spirit Planting Department had reclaimed vast tracts of high-grade medicinal fields. purple blood vermilion fruit, ningyuan grass, red marrow ginseng, and qingfu vine were planted in designated zones, with specialized personnel assigned to mother plant cultivation, medicinal property recording, and spiritual field rotation.

The Northern Nether Earth had undergone years of purification, with Soul Power flowing into the Spiritual Veins. The Soul-Nurturing Platform and Shura Field operated day and night, continuously producing nether bone mysterious armor, soul-burning heaven-mending pills, soul-cleansing talismans, and other resources.

In the western mineral vein area, Ore was piled up like mountains, and the furnaces in the Casting Workshop never extinguished. Materials for the second generation nether-bone xuan armor had been sealed and stored, sufficient for the large-scale re-equipping of the legions.

Wang Pingan did not rush to release new resources; he pulled up the general ledger of the Divine Kingdom to verify the output of the past two hundred years item by item.

Three thousand seven hundred and sixty-two boxes of Spirit Medicine, one thousand nine hundred and forty-six boxes of Formation Materials, over two thousand boxes of Nether Earth mineral Materials, eight hundred and sixty-seven soul-fire crystals, and three hundred and twenty thousand standard Magical Artifacts.

Most of these resources had no immediate use, occupying space in the warehouse for nothing and tying up circulating capital.

Wang Pingan opened an anonymous trading channel. The main brain's light beam scanned all the goods, categorizing them by year, grade, purpose, and market demand.

Within the Ancestral Court, Wang Mu summoned the heads of the Storage Division, Trading Division, and the Hundred Arts Hall, demanding a re-verification of the source and quantity of each batch of resources.

Wang Mu stood before a long desk, his knuckles tapping on the ledger. The young official responsible for recording wrote rapidly, fearing to miss a single word.

"All goods must be split into small batches. Separate those with similar years, separate those with conflicting medicinal properties. If it can be split into one hundred parts, do not split it into only ten."

The head of the Trading Division bowed and accepted the order, leading his staff to recalculate the market price and retrieving the transaction records from the last three months.

Wang Pingan did not interfere with the internal affairs of the Divine Kingdom, waiting quietly for the list from the trading platform.

Half an hour later, the first batch of resources had been split.

The purple blood vermilion fruit was divided into two hundred and eight batches, the ningyuan grass into three hundred and seventeen batches, the red marrow ginseng and qingfu vine into over one hundred batches each, and the Nether Earth mineral Materials were categorized by use into Formation Materials, casting Materials, and soil-cultivation base Materials.

Each batch of goods was stamped with the school's verification mark and posted anonymously via the exclusive Grade A Sequence channel.

As the light screen expanded, orders flooded in like a torrent.

Border military suppliers swept up the purple blood vermilion fruit, alchemical chambers locked in the ningyuan grass, dealers of Divine Soul Materials bought out the soul-fire crystals, and dozens of Artifact Refining workshops competed to purchase the Nether Earth mineral Materials.

Wang Pingan ignored all private messages; the trading System automatically matched them according to the preset prices.

The orders piled higher and higher, the transaction records on the light screen merged into one, and the account balance climbed steadily.

Two thousand points, three thousand points, five thousand points.

The numbers on the trading platform kept jumping.

Nine thousand points, nine thousand five hundred points, nine thousand nine hundred points.

As the last batch of mineral Materials changed hands, the orders were settled simultaneously, and the account balance settled at ten thousand three hundred and sixty points of Divine Power.

Wang Pingan stared at the string of numbers, his fingers hovering before the light screen.

Two hundred years of accumulation had finally transformed into capital that could be wielded at this moment.

This amount of Divine Power was enough to equal the multi-year operation of an ordinary 2nd Order God, and it could enable many 2nd Order Gods to reshape their legions.

For Wang Pingan, this was not just an accumulation of wealth, but a massive military budget capable of overturning the battlefield.

Three knocks sounded on the door of the secret chamber, short and forceful, carrying Wang Cang's habitual rhythm of messaging.

Wang Pingan closed the trading page, revoked some Formation permissions, and the stone door slid open in response.

Wang Cang walked in quickly and handed over a gold-stamped Jade Slip.

"Dao Child, the school has just issued a Grade A Sequence notification that requires your immediate confirmation."

Wang Pingan took the Jade Slip, his Divine Thought touching the Seal. The gold-stamped patterns spread out in the air, with several lines of federal official documents suspended above them.

Before the six-month review, Xinghe University would open a batch of special battlefields to this year's Grade A Sequence.

The battlefields originated from the fragments of a Tier 3 Deity's Divine Kingdom that had been cleared by the Federation. The main god had fallen, and the core area had been taken over by the military.

The remaining area of the fragments ranged from 50,000 to 300,000 square kilometers. There was no complete divine core, but the Spiritual Veins, mineral veins, and civilization relics of the Tier 3 Deity's Divine Kingdom remained.

Even more deadly was that the fragments were occupied by a massive number of alien remnants.

They eked out an existence by clinging to incomplete Laws. Their population was huge, and their highest combat power was at the Golden Core and Martial Ancestor level.

The Jade Slip listed three taboos: participants must bear their own battle losses, and the school would only provide access and recover battlefield records.

After reading the explanation, Wang Cang's face tightened.

"A mess left by a Tier 3 Deity. Ordinary soldiers might be able to handle it, but the residual Laws, old battle positions, and alien armies are definitely not child's play."

"The trickiest part is the area. Three hundred thousand square kilometers—if the legion advances a hundred miles, the logistics line will have to be stretched by hundreds of miles."

Wang Zhenyuan walked in from outside the door, his gaze sweeping over the Jade Slip.

"The school's intention in throwing out these fragments is obvious."

He pointed to the exclusive clause for Grade A Sequence at the end of the Jade Slip.

"The six-month review is imminent. The Prodigies at the front are plotting for the seed sequence, while those behind are struggling to protect their Grade A status. These fragments are the final springboard to elevate one's Foundation."

Wang Pingan stared at the Jade Slip without saying a word.

Twenty thousand Immortal Martial main battle legions, over ten thousand Purple Mansion and Martial Master elites, and a complete Hundred Arts System—two hundred years of accumulation had solidified the Foundation of his Divine Kingdom.

However, the legion's ceiling was still stuck at the Purple Mansion and Martial Master level. Facing the Golden Core and Martial Ancestor levels within the Tier 3 fragments, a chasm of rank lay ahead.

To bite off this hard bone, he had to convert all the resources on hand into immediate combat power.

"The quota is limited. Each Grade A Sequence is limited to one fragment." Wang Cang reminded, "The school has given three days for preparation. The coordinates will be posted uniformly in the exclusive Teleportation Hall."

Wang Pingan placed the Jade Slip on the desk and switched to the federal trading platform.

More than ten thousand points of Divine Power lay quietly in the account, leaving no room for hesitation.

Wang Pingan pulled up the Grade A exclusive mall, his gaze sweeping over high-grade Spiritual Veins, Blood Energy Pool cores, Divine Kingdom defensive Formation diagrams, and legion supplies.

All ten thousand Divine Power points were transferred to the procurement account.

High-grade Spiritual Veins, Purple Mansion-level Blood Energy Pool cores, C-grade (Purple Mansion and Martial Master level) defensive Formation diagrams, along with a massive amount of top-tier forging Materials, were all included in the list.

The pre-battle procurement officially began.