79: Chapter 79 A Shopping Spree, Hundreds of Arts Enter the Country

The internal mall light screen of Xinghe University unfolded, and the dense list of resources scrolled down for several screens.

Spirit Veins, Blood Pools, Plane Soil, War Formation Blueprints, Hundred Arts Inheritances, Alien Corpse Processing Techniques, Legion Medical Systems... the variety was dizzying.

If an average freshman stood here, their first reaction would likely be hesitation.

Divine Power points didn't fall from the sky; one wrong purchase would drag down the development progress of the entire Divine Nation.

Wang Pingan did not hesitate.

His route had never changed from beginning to end: Immortal-Martial Dual Cultivation, heavy-armor legions, war formation systems, time acceleration, and automatic civilization evolution.

He knew exactly where his biggest shortcoming was at the moment.

Resource self-production capabilities and Hundred Arts inheritances.

No matter how fast external procurement was, it was ultimately separated by a layer.

A Divine Nation that could truly withstand long-term consumption had to refine its own pills, forge its own armor, set up its own formations, repair its own heavy cannons, and nurture its own logistics talents.

He flipped the light screen to the energy resource category.

C-Grade Spirit Vein Cards, suitable for supplementing regional spiritual energy circulation in a demigod nation, can be stacked and deployed.

C-Grade Blood-Qi Pool Cards, assisting Blood Condensation-realm Martial Dao Citizens in tempering their bodies and nourishing their blood, with recovery efficiency far exceeding ordinary blood-qi springs.

The unit price was one Divine Power point each.

Outside, this price would be enough to make an ordinary demigod gasp.

Wang Pingan maxed out the quantity directly.

Twenty C-Grade Spirit Veins.

Twenty C-Grade Blood-Qi Pools.

Forty Divine Power points were deducted, and his account balance dropped from one hundred to sixty.

The light screen flickered, and forty resource cards were all collected into his Divine Core space.

He immediately flipped to the inheritance category.

There were many high-grade inheritances in the mall, and the prices were even harsher. Some single-line secret scriptures leading straight to the Golden Core and Martial Ancestor realms started at thirty Divinity points. Complete legion secret techniques were even more outrageous, with prices so high that Wang Pingan couldn't be bothered to open them; he already had the inheritance stele and didn't lack these for now.

He didn't want to cultivate a single powerhouse.

He wanted a civilization foundation that could be spread on a large scale across the entire Divine Nation.

His gaze quickly locked onto two items.

《General Outline of Cultivation Hundred Arts》, covering Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Talisman Making, Formation, Spirit Planting, Puppetry, Medical Cultivation, and other branches, with a complete system from entry-level to Purple Mansion-level, for ten Divine Power points.

《Illustrated Record of Martial Dao Hundred Arts》, covering Armor Forging, Weapon Tempering, Blood Medicine Refining, Ordnance Maintenance, War Drum Crafting, Blood-Qi Patterns, and War Formation Apparatus, with a system from entry-level to Martial Ancestor-level, for ten Divine Power points.

A total of twenty.

Wang Pingan bought them on the spot.

His Divine Power point balance dropped from one hundred to eighty, and two thick inheritance light orbs fell into his Divine Core space. The amount of information was so vast that an ordinary demigod's brain would swell just from scanning it with their divine sense.

Wang Pingan didn't feel a shred of heartache.

These twenty Divine Power points were spent most worthily.

Pills could save lives, artifacts could kill enemies, formation patterns could increase the power of heavy cannons, and forged armor could reduce combat losses. During the five-year blood war at the Blood Moon Wreckage, more than six hundred elites died. Those six hundred names were carved on the monument of heroes, constantly reminding him of one thing: resources couldn't just be piled into frontal combat power; if logistics lagged behind, combat losses would increase by another batch.

He scanned the mall one more time and stopped for now.

The remaining eighty Divine Power points couldn't be spent recklessly; the A-Grade sequence review hadn't started yet, and they would definitely be needed later.

The light screen closed, and his consciousness sank into the sky of the Divine Nation.

Four thousand square kilometers of territory spread out beneath his feet. Post-war repairs were still ongoing. In the Northern Military Camp, the wounded were sent into medical tents; people from the Formation Hall were lying next to heavy cannons, rushing to repair the formation patterns; Martial Dao Citizens were moving the remains of bone spiders into small hills; Cultivation Citizens were cleaning up the residual Blood Moon baleful aura.

Wang Mu and Wang Shan looked up almost simultaneously, sensing the arrival of the Divine Lord.

"Greetings, Divine Lord!"

The voices of over thirty thousand citizens merged into a tidal wave, shaking the clouds.

Wang Pingan didn't say much and waved his hand.

Forty streaks of light fell from the sky.

Twenty cyan streaks of light smashed into the Eastern Immortal Dao Ancestral Court. The earth shook violently as twenty C-Grade Spirit Veins took root between the mountains. The main trunks sank into the ground, and the branches spread rapidly. Cyan spiritual light lit up from the middle of the mountains, tender shoots emerged from the spirit fields, the water level of the spirit springs rose sharply, and the spiritual mist above the Immortal Dao Ancestral Court became so thick it covered half the sky.

Twenty red streaks of light smashed into the Northwestern Martial Dao Holy City. C-Grade Blood-Qi Pools rose from the ground, the water churning, blood energy soaring, and red energy storms gathered at the pool mouths. As soon as the Martial Dao Citizens approached, the blood-qi in their bodies began to stir, many people's faces flushed red, and their bones crackled.

Wang Shan widened his eyes, his face full of excitement.

"If we had this stuff earlier, I would have taken a lot fewer beatings!"

Several Blood-Condensing Heavy Infantry nearby watched with wide eyes.

Having fought the five-year blood war at the Blood Moon Wreckage, they knew better than anyone what recovery resources meant. If there was one more Blood-Qi Pool on the front line, the heavy infantry with severed limbs might be able to return to the team faster. If blood-qi recovered one point faster, the shield wall could withstand one more round of impact.

Wang Mu looked up at the Eastern Spirit Vein cluster, his eyes lighting up.

"With twenty Spirit Veins entering the ground, the spiritual energy circulation of the Immortal Dao Ancestral Court will at least increase several times."

Wang Pingan looked down at the earth.

Spiritual energy turned into fine rain, falling densely. As the spirit fields in the east were watered by the spiritual rain, the spirit rice shot up, herbs sprouted leaves, and ordinary citizens knelt in the rain and cheered. On the side of the Northwestern Martial Dao Holy City, the blood-qi storm swept through the city square. Young warriors stood in the storm, their skin turning red, their muscles and bones being tempered by the blood energy layer by layer.

A baby's cry came from afar.

The woman in charge of midwifery was full of joy.

"This child has such vigorous blood-qi; he could grab my hand without letting go as soon as he was born!"

The people around laughed.

This wasn't an isolated case. After the concentration of spiritual energy and blood energy skyrocketed, the physique of ordinary citizens improved accordingly, and the aptitude of the new generation became visibly better.

Wang Pingan saw it more and more clearly. The foundation of a Divine Nation isn't just about how many powerhouses it has. Soil, spiritual energy, blood pools, inheritance, population aptitude, legion equipment, pill supplies, war formation training—every link determines the ceiling of the future.

Resources were poured in, and the feedback came quickly.

Deep within the Divine Core, the half-divine fire jumped slightly. The overall physique of the citizens climbed, which was feeding back to the Divine Lord himself.

Wang Pingan raised his hand and took out two inheritance light orbs.

《General Outline of Cultivation Hundred Arts》 turned into a white-cyan giant stele, which landed in front of Wang Mu with a boom. The stele was a hundred zhang tall, and patterns of alchemy furnaces, formation disks, talismans, spirit plants, and artifacts surfaced alternately on the stele face, shining brilliantly.

《Illustrated Record of Martial Dao Hundred Arts》 turned into a red-black giant stele and landed in front of Wang Shan. The stele was carved with casting furnaces, combat armor, weapons, blood medicine cauldrons, war drums, blood-qi patterns, and ordnance structure diagrams, with bold and powerful lines.

Once the two Hundred Arts steles landed, the civilization aura of the entire Divine Nation suddenly sank, becoming more than a level heavier.

Wang Mu stood in front of the white-cyan giant stele. As soon as his divine sense touched the stele face, a massive amount of knowledge poured into his mind. Alchemy heat control, formation pattern layering, spirit plant grafting, artifact inscription, medical cultivation pulse reconnection—a system unfolded like a scroll. His figure swayed, but he stabilized immediately, the ecstasy in his eyes impossible to suppress.

Wang Shan's side was more direct.

He stared at the armor forging diagrams and blood-qi patterns in the red-black giant stele, his breathing becoming heavy.

"This is what war should have!"

Wang Pingan's divine decree resounded throughout the entire Divine Nation.

"Effective immediately, establish the Hundred Arts Hall."

"Beyond war formations, I want the Divine Nation to be able to self-produce pills, self-forge artifacts, and self-carve formation patterns."

"Wang Mu will lead the Cultivation Hundred Arts and establish the Alchemy Pavilion, Formation Hall, Talisman Making Institute, and Spirit Planting Department."

"Wang Shan will lead the Martial Dao Hundred Arts and establish the Casting Workshop, Blood Medicine Workshop, Ordnance Institute, and Armor Battalion."

Wang Mu knelt on one knee and kowtowed heavily.

"Wang Mu accepts the divine decree and will ensure the Immortal Dao Ancestral Court fills in the foundation of the Hundred Arts!"

Wang Shan cupped his fists heavily and accepted the order loudly.

"Wang Shan accepts the order! From now on, whoever says we only know how to buy armor and swords, I'll smash the self-produced heavy armor into their face!"

Laughter erupted in the military camp.

This sentence diluted the post-war gloom and reignited the fire in everyone's eyes.

After fighting the war at the Blood Moon Wreckage, they had suffered enough from the strained logistics.

Even if Wang Pingan could use time acceleration to recover, external resources were ultimately limited.

If the Divine Nation could self-produce pills, forge armor, repair cannons, and carve formations internally, the next war could be fought longer, and fewer people would die.

Wang Pingan didn't stop.

He activated his surface talent.

A-Grade Comprehension blessing descended on the entire domain.

Invisible rules spread, and the minds of all citizens participating in the deduction of the Hundred Arts became clearer.

The pill formula structures they couldn't understand before could suddenly be understood a layer deeper; the formation pattern paths they couldn't grasp before could suddenly find several key nodes; the dark iron smelting heat they couldn't stabilize before was no longer so hard to master.

Wang Mu was the first to notice the change. He looked up at the sky, his eyes full of awe.

"The Divine Lord is helping us comprehend the Dao!"

Wang Shan clenched his fists and turned to scan the Martial Dao Citizens behind him.

"Did you all hear that! The Divine Lord has paved the road to our feet. Whoever is still lazy, I'll hang him by the casting furnace to wake him up!"

The Martial Dao Citizens laughed in unison, then dispersed, rushing to the newly built workshops.

Wang Pingan then activated Master of Time.

The Divine Core roared.

The time flow rate of the Divine Nation was pulled to the current limit: one day outside, three years in the Divine Nation.

This time, it wasn't just the military camp and logistics area; the entire Divine Nation entered high-speed operation. The spirit veins roared, the blood pools boiled, and the dual steles of inheritance and the Hundred Arts steles bloomed with light simultaneously.

Wang Pingan looked down at the earth, watching time flow away with his own eyes.

The first year.

Wang Mu selected the batch of people with the strongest divine souls from the Foundation Establishment Cultivation Citizens and set up the Alchemy Pavilion and Formation Hall. These people did not go to the battlefield but spent their days and nights studying the 《General Outline of Cultivation Hundred Arts》.

The first furnace of Qi-Returning Pills was opened, and the alchemy furnace shattered on the spot.

Several alchemy citizens were covered in black ash, but none of them retreated.

Wang Mu stood by personally, recording the reasons for failure one by one in a jade book.

"The heat was chaotic, the medicinal properties clashed, and the spiritual energy was introduced too quickly. Try again."

The second furnace also collapsed, the third furnace barely didn't, producing three waste pills with only thirty percent of the medicinal properties left.

At the seventh furnace, five usable Qi-Returning Pills were finally produced.

There was cheering in the Alchemy Pavilion; the movement was no less intense than winning a small battle.

In the same year, Wang Shan selected a batch of Martial Dao Citizens with vigorous blood-qi and amazing arm strength in the Northwestern Martial Dao Holy City and built the Casting Workshop. The first batch of dark iron embryos was carried into the furnace, and everyone swung hammers according to the illustrations. The clanging sound lasted all night.

The first sword had an absurdly thick back, but the edge was so brittle it was unbearable; Wang Shan snapped it with a casual slash.

He stared at the broken edge, frowning.

"Is this a sword or an iron pancake?"

The people in the Casting Workshop were embarrassed and buried their heads to keep practicing.

Failure didn't drag them down. There was enough time, enough resources, and the A-Grade Comprehension blessing was still there. They just needed to keep trying, keep changing, and step on each failure.

The second year.

The Alchemy Pavilion stably produced basic Qi-Returning Pills and Hemostatic Powder.

The Formation Hall began to study the maintenance of heavy cannon formation patterns, starting with the simplest gathering spiritual energy nodes.

The Spirit Planting Department divided the spirit fields into zones, no longer letting high-grade herbs and ordinary spirit rice compete for spiritual energy.

The Talisman Making Institute had just started, and the scrap rate of talisman paper was shockingly high, but the most basic cleaning talismans and hemostatic talismans could already be drawn.

On Wang Shan's side, the Casting Workshop finally forged qualified E-Grade weapons.

The Blood Medicine Workshop boiled the first pot of Blood-Qi Paste using Blood-Qi Pool water and low-grade spirit herbs.

The smell was very pungent.

Wang Shan drank a bowl himself, his face turning green on the spot, but he held it in and managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"It can replenish blood-qi, but I want to beat people up after drinking it."

The Martial Dao Citizens burst into laughter, but the people in the Blood Medicine Workshop remembered this sentence very seriously; as long as it could be used, the taste could be improved slowly later.

The third year.

The first set of simple self-produced logistics chains in the Divine Nation took shape.

Spirit fields provided herbs, the Alchemy Pavilion produced pills, the Casting Workshop repaired weapons and armor, the Formation Hall maintained cannon formations, and the Ordnance Institute was responsible for the daily maintenance of heavy shields and cavalry spears.

The grade was still low, and the output wasn't high, but the significance was completely different.

Wang Pingan looked at all this, his expression becoming more and more calm.

The Divine Nation had finally started to produce its own blood.