129: Chapter 129: Foundation Soars, Top Ten on the List

The Medical Cultivator Camp completed its inspection and confirmed that the efficacy of the Blood Energy Pool had increased by sixty percent, and it could also play a role in polishing the Physical Body of Extreme Realm Martial Artistss.

Wang Shan obtained the results and immediately requested the opening of one hundred secondary pools, allowing the main combat army to enter in batches to first make up for the losses left behind by the Asura Battlefield.

Wang Mu added three Restrictions to the end of the military order: wounded soldiers take priority, meritorious service takes priority, and Medical Cultivators are stationed throughout the whole process.

"This is quite satisfying this time." Wang Shan grabbed the military order and left. Having just taken two steps, the medicinal cloth on his shoulder was already soaked with blood.

Wang Mu stared at the Formation Plate and ordered someone to carry him back to the Medical Cultivator Camp. Wang Shan cursed halfway, but the stretcher still entered the medicinal pool area.

In the center of the new territory, three high-grade Spiritual Veins converged, and Spiritual Qi spread out along the terrain, nurturing a new plain exceeding twenty million mu.

The Spirit Planting Department did not rush to plant on a large scale, first using ten years to determine the spiritual nature of the land, carving out one million mu of high-grade medicinal fields for the first round of reclamation.

The parent plants of the purple blood vermilion fruit, ningyuan grass, red marrow ginseng, and qingfu vine were transplanted in batches, and the newly purchased high-grade seeds were also placed in an independent trial planting area.

The original medicinal fields had long borne military supplies and external sales, and the land fertility was already depleted. After the new plain was put into use, the crop rotation pressure could be reduced by nearly half.

The Alchemy Pavilion of the Hundred Arts Hall was expanded accordingly, with the number of Pill Furnaces increasing from three hundred sixty to eight hundred, and the medicine storage, medicine inspection, and packaging areas were all separated.

The Casting Workshop sent the captured incomplete Xiuluo forging Legacy into the academy, and thousands of Artifact Refiners set about dismantling the usable Body Forging techniques within them.

The Asura Race was not good at fine Formation patterns, but proficient in blood refining and recasting. The pressure-bearing capacity of their battle armor happened to make up for the shortcomings of the second generation nether-bone xuan armor.

Wang Mu did not allow the Casting Workshop to copy blindly, only letting them extract the forging ideas, and then had the Formation Hall design armor structures suitable for the Immortal Martial Legion.

The 180,000-square-kilometer territory gradually stabilized, the divine kingdom's canopy lifted upward, and the legal boundary between Immortal Dao Spiritual Qi and Martial Dao Blood Qi became clearer.

The nether soil formed by the Skeleton Wasteland was located in the north, while the new plain transformed from the Xiuluo Fragment fell in the southwest, and the two Origins were separated by the main Spiritual Vein.

During the day, Spiritual Qi flowed from east to west, nourishing the medicinal fields and Immortal Dao mountain gates; after nightfall, Soul Power sank into the north, supporting the Soul-Nurturing Platform and the Shura Field.

The Martial Dao Holy City stood at the intersection of two main Spiritual Veins, with blood essence mineral veins passing beneath the city, and the concentration of blood qi within the city climbed steadily.

The 1st-order divine kingdom's Laws received a 100,000-square-kilometer Origin supplement, and its carrying capacity grew accordingly, while the pressure brought by Extreme Realm powerhouses was also reduced a lot.

Hundreds of Half-Step Golden Cores and Half-Step Martial Grandmasters had suppressed their Foundations for a hundred years, and at this moment, receiving the Origin's feedback, the power within their bodies completed another round of refining.

Wang Mu sat on the ancestral court's high platform, the Purple Mansion's true essence condensing on its own, vaguely forming a pill shape, and the Golden Core barrier lay before his eyes.

He only needed to take another half step to trigger the Golden Core Lightning Tribulation. However, the Divine Lord was still at the 1st Order, and the existing Laws could not yet support a complete Golden Core.

Wang Mu gathered his true essence, suppressing the restless power back into the Purple Mansion, and stood up to open the master plan of the new territory.

He had already waited for over a hundred years, and waiting for some more time would do no harm. The Divine Lord had not yet advanced, so no one could place bets with the Foundation of the divine kingdom.

Inside the Medical Cultivator Camp of the Martial Dao Holy City, Wang Shan sat in the medicinal pool, the muscles of his shoulders and back emitting muffled sounds as blood qi surged, and the pool water beneath him churned endlessly.

He raised his arm to grip the crimson flame saber. Before the blade was even unsheathed, the profound iron heavy shield used for testing ahead had already been pressed with patches of dents by his blood qi.

Several Medical Cultivators hurriedly turned off the Blood Energy Pool's Formation patterns, and locked his blade into the Restriction to prevent the Medical Cultivator Camp from incurring another repair bill.

"What are you panicking for? I'm just testing my strength." Wang Shan loosened the hilt, a smile suppressing at the corner of his mouth; that Martial Ancestor barrier within his body could already not withstand a few more impacts.

On the Asura Battlefield, he had once shouldered the blood qi of three thousand Extreme Realm Martial Artistss and twenty thousand armored soldiers, his Physical Body long approaching its carrying limit.

The 100,000-square-kilometer Origin feedback fell, repairing most of his hidden injuries, and his tendons, bones, and Divine Soul also underwent a round of reshaping, raising his combat strength once again.

Wang Shan looked up at the firmament, his voice passing through the Medical Cultivator Camp's Formation: "As long as the Divine Lord advances, I will split open the Martial Ancestor barrier that very day."

Wang Pingan's will descended into the Holy City, the golden divine fire suppressing the surging blood qi: "Heal your injuries first. During the half-year review, there will be a place for you to swing your blade."

After hearing the divine decree, Wang Shan placed the crimson flame saber horizontally across his lap, obediently sitting back down in the medicinal pool, and the surrounding Medical Cultivators finally released the Restriction Formation Plate.

The 100,000 square kilometers of Origin all settled, and the divine kingdom's area finally settled at 180,000 square kilometers, still 120,000 short of the threshold for a 2nd Order God.

Advancing to the 2nd Order required the divine kingdom's area to reach 300,000 square kilometers, a population of no less than eight million, and the birth of Golden Core or Martial Ancestor-level subjects.

The population condition was already met, but the area and civilization upper limit still needed to be made up. If any single item had a gap, the divine rank ascension could not be completed.

The 180,000-square-kilometer territory had already entered the upper tier among 1st-order divine kingdoms, and its Law thickness and resource structure far surpassed most of the same rank.

Wang Pingan did not rush to impact a higher Realm. He had stepped into the 1st Order not long ago, and his population had just reached eight million; right now, he should rather digest the new territory.

The larger the territory, the more resources were consumed by Spiritual Vein laying, population migration, city construction, and border defense; blind expansion would only leave behind an empty shell.

Wang Mu quickly submitted the first new territory plan, dividing the 100,000 square kilometers of land into agricultural, mining, cultivation, city, and reserved areas.

Four-tenths of the land would not be developed temporarily, leaving it to be gradually enabled after the population grew, so as to avoid spreading everything out at once and exhausting the Spiritual Veins and construction resources.

After reading the plan, Wang Pingan only changed one place, allocating twenty thousand square kilometers in the center of the new plain to the academy and the Hundred Arts Hall.

After the population continued to grow, the divine kingdom would need more Formation Masters, Alchemists, Artifact Refiners, Medical Cultivators, and spirit planters for the army to support the next expedition.

Receiving the divine decree, Wang Mu mobilized craftsmen from various cities to build twelve school cities on the new plain, which could accommodate five hundred thousand apprentices in the first batch.

The eight million subjects also began to move into the new territory in batches, with the migration order uniformly arranged according to city capacity, spirit field demands, and family population.

No one seized the mining areas, and no one contended for high-grade spirit fields. All rosters had to be verified by the three parties of the city government, the academy, and the military department before they could be executed.

The external teleportation array was still guiding Wang Pingan, but inside the divine kingdom, the first round of Law reshaping and territory planning had already been completed with the aid of time authority.

At the same time, on Xinghe University's freshmen leaderboard, the golden patterns representing battle achievement settlements pushed all the way up from the fifteenth place.

Fourteenth place was surpassed, followed closely by thirteenth, twelfth, and eleventh, and the threshold of the top ten was also pushed open by the golden patterns.

Wang Pingan's name finally stopped at the ninth place, with the battle record of single-handedly devouring a 100,000-square-kilometer 3rd-order fragment listed beneath his name.

The Central Star Domain Prodigy who previously occupied ninth place dropped to tenth, and several aristocratic families that formulated resource plans around the top ten received the leaderboard changes simultaneously.

Deep within Xinghe University, Formation patterns lit up in several temples that had been closed year-round, and several high-grade tutors who had been in seclusion for many years pulled up Wang Pingan's profile.

They ignored where Wang Pingan originated from, their gazes remaining fixed on the two complete battle reports of the Skeleton Wasteland and the Xiuluo Fragment.

Solo combat, continuous replenishment, Formation modification, Hundred Arts production, cross-Realm slaughters—when these abilities converged into a newborn divine kingdom, their value had long surpassed single-item talent.

A 6th-order tutor flipped to the record of Wang Pingan rejecting discipleship previously, pondered for a moment, and had the deacon re-draft the resource conditions.

In another temple, the tutor in charge of the Immortal Martial warfare system research opened their private Legacy repository and ordered a deacon with authority to rush to the mission grand hall.

The external leaderboard changes had not yet spread into the divine kingdom. Neither did Wang Pingan care how many gazes ninth place could attract; he only verified the power genuinely added in his hands.

180,000 square kilometers of territory, eight million subjects, twenty thousand main combat troops, hundreds of Extreme Realm powerhouses, a complete Hundred Arts system, and war logistics capable of stable expansion.

These Foundations would not grow because of other people's evaluations, nor would they be damaged by a few words of doubt. They were the Foundation for Wang Pingan to stand in the top ten of the leaderboard.

The tremors of the mountains and rivers in the new territory gradually subsided, the migration team marched along the newly built roads, and the Spirit Planting Department also sent the first batch of seeds into the million-mu medicinal fields.

The cheers inside the divine kingdom gradually subsided. Wang Pingan stood in the firmament, feeling the surging power deep within the territory. The light of the external teleportation array filled all around, and he took a step forward.