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Chapter 314 - 307: Finally Open The Vein [Seeking Monthly Ticket, Seeking Subscription]

Chapter 314: Chapter 307: Finally Open The Vein [Seeking Monthly Ticket, Seeking Subscription]

Hovering near the edge of the urban buildings, they saw the limitless primeval forest, and at the edge of the forest, new pulse areas scattered in the jungle appeared like small towns.

If the city buildings were behind him, then the newly developed pulses of varying sizes in the forest ahead would resemble village architectures!

Following the guidance of the map, Wang Zijia flew for over a hundred more miles and towering before his eyes was a mountain filled with peach trees. Although not particularly gigantic, with the height just a few hundred meters, this was their destination - the White Peach Peak!

This was a fourth-grade spiritual vein found by the sect ninety years ago during an exploratory expedition. Due to the inadvertent disturbance of its spiritual vein by the God Monarch and a demon in the mountain during their battle, it was then left to recuperate for nearly a hundred years until it once again regained its fourth-grade status.

Originally, a fourth-grade White Spirit Longevity Peach Tree grew in the mountain. This was dug out by the God Monarch who was in charge of the exploration. The two offshoots of the third-grade Spiritual Peach Trees were also taken by his disciples.

The ordinary first-grade Spiritual Peach Trees that once spread all over the mountain were awarded to the exploration team members. All that was left were seven second-grade White Spirit Peach Trees and a mountain of valueless Spirit Peach Wood. These accounted for the spiritual products of the mountain.

To guard these peach trees, the dwellings of the disciples stationed on this peak were all built in the peach garden at the top.

Now that Wang Zijia had chosen this location, these spiritual products naturally became the assets of his pulse. One could consider it as a form of welfare for creating a new pulse.

Of course, the white spirit peaches below the third rank were just plain spiritual peaches, used as auxiliary materials in some antidotes and healing and purification elixirs. They weren’t that valuable.

Only after ascending to the fourth rank, they would undergo a significant transformation, becoming White Spirit Longevity Peaches. Consuming them would prolong one’s lifespan by a hundred years in the lower three realms, while infant God cultivators would see different effects ranging from thirty to fifty years.

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Wang Zijia and his group descended from the peak. The Blood Fiend Jade Shuttle transformed into streaming light and was stored in his sleeve.

"Greetings, Junior Brother Wang!"

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Wang!"

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A novice Sacrificial wine Brother in his twenties, along with over a dozen young people who seemed to be approaching the peak of childhood, had been awaiting on the peak.

Despite the certain risks of the defense mission, being in a fourth-grade spiritual vein was indeed a significant welfare task.

As such, every one of the group of more than ten individuals had a complicated background, with the leader already a disciple in the Inner Sect among the seven peaks.

Obviously, he was the one responsible for tasks like serving tea and running errands.

"Senior Brother Gan is too kind!" Wang Zijia warmly approached, chatting with him.

However, Gan Ping did not seem too interested. It wasn’t clear if he was upset about losing such a great place for cultivation or simply had no interest in more interaction with Wang Zijia.

Both of them, accompanied by their respective followers, began the handover process.

After half a day, and once both parties had confirmed everything was in order, Gan Ping led his people away.

It was entirely unaffected, showing no signs of reluctance.

The team then performed a detailed survey of the relatively low mountain and its surrounding areas, based on the information available.

They even utilized an extremely precise third-grade Spirit-testing Disk borrowed from the Qifu Faction, sketching out the conditions over several dozens of miles around.

Wang Zijia mainly wandered around the mountain peak to undertake some territorial planning.

The White Peach Peak would likely be his Taoist field in the future, and the construction for creating a new pulse would probably be formed around this mountain.

Below the middle of the mountain, some management buildings might be set up;

However, above the middle of the mountain, not too many structures should be built.

Most probably, it would be preserved in its natural state.

"What’s the specific situation?" After spending half the afternoon, Wang Zijia, who saw that the survey group’s senior brothers had already begun to gather results, asked such a question.

At this moment, a 3D panoramic sandbox, covering the square area of several dozen miles, had already been produced.

"According to the initial allocation, Junior Brother Wang, you have the right to manage the land within a thirty-mile radius during the first phase of creating your pulse."

"Among them is one subprime fourth-grade spiritual vein, right at the peak. Based on this vein as the main body, within the surrounding area, five third-grade spiritual veins and a total of one-hundred and six spiritual veins of the second rank and below are distributed in various ways. It is a good spiritual pulse group suitable for creating a new pulse."

"The only downside is that this location is entirely barren, far away from the seven peaks of the sect and our pulse, which is somewhat inconvenient."

"In addition, the area is abundantly inhabited by low-level demonic beasts. If we plan to transfer a large number of junior Lingtong or ordinary people, a detailed cleaning-up would be required."

The leader of the survey team was handling the sandbox-like survey map and pointing at the various spiritual vein points while talking.

After a long discussion, the two completed the handover, and the senior brothers from his pulse in the survey team left one after another.

"Have you got a general understanding of the situation?" Wang Zijia looked at An Xingsheng, who was beside him, and asked.

"I’ve got a clear understanding!" An Xingsheng promptly responded.

Wang Zijia nodded, saying, "Let us consult with Great Uncle about the construction. Any clan that participates in the initial construction can be reasonably allocated a spiritual site within a thirty-mile radius."

"As for the First Grade spiritual veins, let’s share them equally. For those above Second Grade, tell him that even the every one of those veins including those selected by the Xiang family as their base cannot be changed. These should be reserved for future distribution of contributions within the pulse."

"Understood!" An Xingsheng paid his respects and hurriedly left.

After he had left, Wang Zijia came to the Peach Garden at the corner of the peak.

Here, there was a large peach forest. At its center were seven trees arranged in a circle around a flat open space.

The seven peach trees were significantly taller than the rest of the mediocre peach trees in the surrounding area, standing nearly ten meters tall.

In the center of this clearing stood what was formerly the source of the Fourth Grade Spiritual Vein, the place where the spiritual energy was the most concentrated, which housed three high-level peach trees.

The peach trees had since been moved, leaving behind a large open area spanning hundreds of square feet.

In the center of the open area were some grass houses, probably temporary shelters for the rotating resident disciples over the years, very crude accommodations.

With a thought from Wang Zijia, these houses were demolished.

Surveying the open space in the peach garden, he pondered for a moment but ultimately refrained from any construction himself.

Since such a good place was rare, he decided to let the professional brothers of his sect do the designing.

As he thought this, a realization suddenly occurred to Wang Zijia.

Yes, Senior Brother Yan Yuankai, whom he had met in the Illusion of the Dao Seed, had a particular fondness for large-scale garden designs, and he had heard that the buildings Yan Yuankai had developed were highly acclaimed!

In a flash of thought, Wang Zijia tried to contact him and was pleasantly surprised to receive a response agreeing to come over the next day to take a look.

Pocketing his identity token, he made another round of inspections in the peach forest.

The peach forest covered the majority of the mountain, but apart from the seven Second-grade White Spirit Peach Trees, all the rest were of the ordinary Spiritual Peach variety. There wasn’t a single First-grade tree. Clearly, it had been exploited, and the big shots who initially opened the site had distributed the fruit to their disciples.

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It was just a short while before the sky began filling up with a dense array of paper kites and a variety of shabby flying magical tools.

They began to descend one after another at the foot of the mountain, and under the arrangement of the Qifu Faction’s professional construction team, they started building around White Peach Peak.

The quiet foothills of White Peach Peak suddenly lighted up with an abundance of spiritual energies as many disciples enthusiastically began construction.

Most were lower-level family monks, their faces full of vigor and brimming with happy smiles, filled with anticipation and hope.

After all, this would become their clan’s base in the future. Whether their clan could become a powerful faction with Perfected or even Infant God-level practitioners depended on where they started now.

As long as Wang Zijia successfully opened the pulse and initiated the construction to the level of the Qifu faction, these clans would at least not exist at the margins like they used to do in the Qifu faction.

Amid their bustling activities, there was no division between day and night. Even as night fell, there was no sign of stopping their work. Under the blessing of various illuminating spells, the construction kept going on and on.

Water, Fire, and Gold disciples cleared the wild, while Earth and Wood disciples started performing spells based on the blueprints given by their architect senior brother, commencing the preliminary standardized building’s construction.

Of course, this was just the initial construction. Further changes would be made over time. Even the disciples themselves would involve in the construction, which would only make it better over time.

The warm and busy atmosphere lasted till night, and by the next day, even more re-enforcement arrived.

The construction steadily moved into progression, so there wasn’t much need for Wang Zijia to always be around.

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Early the next morning, Yan Yuankai, who Wang Zijia had contacted, arrived at White Peach Peak.

"Junior Brother, this place of yours is quite nice. If you really start it up, I wouldn’t have to worry about resources even at the Infant God level, let alone the Perfected realm!" Yan Yuankai hovered at the top of the peak, looking down at White Peach Peak, some envy in his voice.

Not every Dao seed would open a pulse, nor every Dao seed would have the opportunity that Wang Zijia had.

This was why even though he was a disciple who had received traditional teachings, his pulse was supporting him so much.

Added to his talent for teaching, even if Wang Zijia might end up halting at the Perfected Realm in the future, he would still be able to extract enough benefits for the Qifu faction.

Of course, it wouldn’t be fair to say that the secular courtyard’s people had short-sighted. It was just a matter of different perspectives.

Wang Zijia, as a member of a different faction, didn’t have the potential to become an Infant God. Thus, he was destined to mingle in his pulse for a lifetime. Deciding how to treat Wang Zijia, a mere direct disciple, wasn’t wrong.

"You’re just teasing me, Senior Brother. How could we expect revenues from opening a pulse without hundreds of years? I’ll be grateful if I don’t have to pour a bunch of resources into it!" Wang Zijia, floating at the peak and looking at the countless White Peaches, responded with a bitter smile.

"It’s quite different when the Perfected Monarchs fund the opening of the pulse themselves compared to when the Sect provides support!" Yan Yuankai retorted.

"Senior Brother, you must have heard about the Yue Family’s case. Do you think if I really applied for a large amount of support in advance, the construction under White Peach Peak would be this thriving?" Wang Zijia pointed to the supposed bustling atmosphere at the foot of White Peach Peak.

Yan Yuankai’s expression faltered for a moment when he heard this, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let’s not talk about this, let’s check out the specific situation of the place you want to build."

"Right this way, Senior Brother Yan!" Wang Zijia, cordially escorting, flew towards the Peach Garden.

After a while, the two arrived at the center of the garden. Wang Zijia pointed to the open space and said, "I want to build a tower here."