Immortal Father
Chapter 859 - 859 300 Just an Ordinary Spring 3_2

859: Chapter 300: Just an Ordinary Spring 3_2 859: Chapter 300: Just an Ordinary Spring 3_2 The development of the cultivation service industry has driven the employment of loose cultivators in this area.

Previously struggling in their cultivation lives, they now easily find jobs in Dong’an City that earn them Spirit Stones.

Although the Spirit Stones they earn are just a small part extracted from their employers’ grudging payments.

In the liveliest tea house, an old loose cultivator storyteller was animatedly discussing a storybook that had just started circulating in Dong’an City a couple of days ago.

“The Jie Sect Strikes Ling Mountain”

According to the unwritten rule, anything popular in Dong’an City would spread across the entire Coast of the East Sea in three months, reach all medium and large towns in the East Continent within six months, and within a year, almost all Qi Cultivators not in seclusion would know about it.

Just like “The Great Enlightenment Sutra” and “Heavenly Emperor Ping’an Battles the Myriad Demons” stories had spread.

Behind this push, of course, went unsaid.

At the moment, a shadowy figure planning to gradually take control of the East Continent’s ‘public opinion industry’ was on the second floor in a private room, brewing a cup of excellent tea, listening with a smile to the storyteller vividly narrating the events at Ling Mountain.

Naturally, some artistic embellishments were added.

For instance, the segment “Zhao Gongming Storms the Gates” was actually just mutual cursing and the Jie Sect applying pressure step by step;

After artistic embellishment, it turned into:

‘Zhao Gongming bathed in blood fighting the disciples from the West, causing heaven and earth to darken, and finally reached the gates of Ling Mountain, smashing the gates with a single slap, instantly killing several evil-filled, karma-burdened fierce demons.’

And the segment “Tongtian Tests Daoist Jieying with a Sword” was also embellished, portraying how suave and carefree the Tongtian Sect Leader was, and how dangerous Daoist Jieying was.

Li Dazhi, listening to this, almost believed it himself.

He picked up the scripture beside him, his eyes reflecting helplessness, and continued to pore over the works of Jieying and Zhunti.

It’s easy to know, hard to act, as it has always been.

He had to implement his own plans step by step.

The voice of Minister Weiyen came from outside:

“Sect Leader, Fairy Wen Rou requests an audience, she is currently in the guest hall over in that high building.”

“Have her come here,” Li Dazhi spoke slowly, “let my wife know about this.”

“Yes, sure,” Minister Weiyen laughed, “Elder Xiao doesn’t bother with you.”

“Bothering or not, reporting is reporting,” Li Dazhi spoke indifferently, “go now, have someone send me some sweet snacks.”

Minister Weiyen agreed and hurried away.

Before long, a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance wafted over, Li Dazhi put aside the scripture in his hands and turned to look towards the door.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a Heavenly Immortal, Wen Rou, clad in a white gown, gracefully entered, raising her hand to remove the veil from her face, revealing a maturely beautiful face paired with clear and innocent eyes, rendering Li Dazhi’s words unconsciously much softer.

“How come you’re here so suddenly?

Come, have a seat.”

“Okay,” Wen Rou moved gracefully forward, crossing a small tea table to sit beside Li Dazhi.

A maid brought over several dishes of snacks, and Li Dazhi casually covered the area with a barrier.

Li Dazhi spoke kindly, “Try this.

It’s a new flavor developed after months of research by more than a dozen old Heavenly and True Immortals, using century-old Spirit Grass to replicate the texture of oranges.”

Wen Rou smiled as she pinched a piece of the rind and gently chewed it in her mouth, finding the flavor delightful and lingering pleasantly.

She said, “You seem quite at leisure, letting your subordinates handle everything.”

“Well, managing is managing, and tech work is tech work.

Those who manage should understand the tech but needn’t know how to do it.”

Li Dazhi raised an eyebrow:

“I’m just starting to spread my ventures.

Wait twenty years, and you’ll see, my various chain stores will cover a third of the towns in the East Continent.

“The wealth of the Heavenly Court isn’t a single transaction; it needs to continuously generate Spirit Stones to support the celestial soldiers.

“As a father, my ultimate goal is to resolve the support for a million celestial soldiers for Ping’an and establish a Celestial Treasury that can support several large-scale wars.

I really need to put in some effort.”

Wen Rou’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she whispered, “When will I come to work by your side?

I’ve already left my position with the Wind Whisper Guard.”

“Today would be fine,” Li Dazhi smiled, “Yue’er is now in charge of Magic Artifacts, you could take over the alcohol and tea houses, how about that?”

Wen Rou nodded with a smile, looking away.

She asked softly, “Did Sister Yue’er agree?”

“She agreed,” Li Dazhi lifted his hand to pinch his nose, “also, how did the Eastern Alliance react to the recent events at Ling Mountain?”

“Many of the elders were drunk for a while.”

Wen Rou laughed:

“Having the Tongtian Sect Leader intervene on behalf of the Human Race sent a centuries-old grievance up in smoke!

“Now, the whole Eastern Alliance is praising the name of the Heavenly Emperor, and Ping’an’s prestige has indeed risen significantly.”

“When will the battle in the West start?”

“I’m not sure about that, over three hundred thousand celestial soldiers have already gathered,” Wen Rou sighed lightly, “not just soldiers, six-tenths of the Elixir Pills in storage have been mobilized, and nearly all Magic Artifacts have been called up.”

Li Dazhi muttered, stroking his chin, “Goodness, the Human Emperor is really looking for a decisive battle with the Demon Race.”

“The Eastern Alliance will issue an Alliance Order here in the East Continent soon.”

“Alliance Order?”

“That’s to summon all cultivation sects to head to the northern side of the East Continent, the Coast of the East Sea, and the southern part of the Western Continent.

One purpose is to protect our vast rear in the East Continent, and the other is to serve as reserve forces on the frontline.”

Wen Rou gently said:

“I heard from my father that this time, a special route will be opened for the sect Immortals and numerous loose cultivators.

“If we can’t defeat the Demon Race this time, our Human Race will need at least ten thousand years to recover its vitality.”