Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 191 Get The Resources

Just a few days ago, Luis had publicly defeated Lei Zhen, a renowned rogue cultivator, with a single sword strike, leaving everyone stunned.

Lei Zhen's fame among independent cultivators wasn't just due to his altruistic nature but also because his strength was exceptional, ranking among the top foundation-building cultivators.

Yet despite his formidable reputation, he had fallen to Luis—a mere early-stage foundation-building cultivator—in just one move.

Wei Lidao couldn't help but compare himself to Lei Zhen. As a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator, he knew he was no match for someone like Lei Zhen, who was at the late stage of foundation building.

The disparity between his own strength and Luis's was glaringly obvious.

Among cultivators, status is determined primarily by cultivation level because, under normal circumstances, higher-level cultivators hold overwhelming strength over their lower-level counterparts.

But geniuses like Luis and Zhou Mubai are the exception to this rule.

Their combat power defies conventional expectations, making it routine for them to defeat opponents across levels.

Faced with someone like Luis, Wei Lidao naturally didn't dare to show disrespect.

If Luis's request hadn't been so outlandish, Wei Lidao wouldn't have dared to voice any objections. After all, this was the commander's first official order since arriving at the base.

"Very good!" Luis said with a nod, his sharp gaze fixed on Wei Lidao.

"Let me ask you—will your Wei family choose to remain in your original clan land or migrate to Redwood Island?"

Hearing this, Wei Lidao frowned slightly and folded his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Of course, we will migrate here with my subordinates," he replied.

"How many people do you have?" Luis asked.

"Your Excellency Commander, my Wei family has over 300,000 members!" Wei Lidao declared with pride.

"More than 300,000 people," Luis repeated, his tone calm but pointed. "Tell me—where will they live when they arrive on Redwood Island?"

"Uh…" Wei Lidao hesitated, momentarily at a loss for words.

The question hit hard. Indeed, accommodating such a large number of people was no trivial matter. Where would they all live?

Mortals and monks live vastly different lives.

For a monk, constructing a palace or a cave is as simple as waving a hand, completing the task in just a day or two. Their ability to adapt to harsh environments is unparalleled; surviving on wind and dew is mere child's play for them.

But ordinary mortals cannot do such things.

Without proper shelter and food, they would either freeze in the cold or starve to death. Compared to monks, mortals are far more fragile.

Moreover, the members of the Wei family represent just a fraction of the mortals migrating here. More families and independent cultivators will continue to arrive in the future.

There is no other choice.

To fend off the zombie tide and prepare for Master Shen Jue's impending threat, everyone must band together for mutual protection.

If a single family or lone cultivator were to face a zombie invasion, it would be no different from courting death. Even the mighty Zhao family couldn't survive the chaos of the corpse uprising; their entire clan was wiped out. What chance would weaker families stand?

Seeing Wei Lidao rendered speechless, Luis pressed on.

"The first wave of mortals will arrive in less than a month. If we don't build the necessary houses before then, they'll freeze to death!"

Luis swept his gaze across the room, folding his hands.

"Tell me—do you really want to see your own people, or the mortals under your care, freeze to death?"

Under his sharp gaze, everyone averted their eyes, lowering their heads in silence.

Noticing this, Luis exchanged a look with Zhou Mucheng. Understanding his command, Zhou Mucheng stepped forward and declared, "In this time of crisis, I am willing to take the lead in building a city for the mortals!"

The others glanced at each other before following suit.

"We are willing as well!" they said, bowing.

"Good," Luis said with a smile, though his tone held a stern edge.

"Not only must you be willing, but as captains of my Western Defense Zone, the ten of you are also responsible for ensuring that the soldiers under your command understand the importance of this task. All of you must work together to help the mortals build this city!

"Guang'an Prefecture is facing its darkest hour. Whether monk or mortal, we must unite to overcome these challenges.

"And let me make this clear—if I hear about any monks oppressing mortals, they will answer to me.

"I might recognize the person, but I won't hesitate to recognize the sword in my hand!"

The chilling murderous intent in Luis's tone silenced the room.

At that moment, the monks fully grasped the nature of their commander—not just a young Foundation Establishment cultivator in his twenties but a member of the renowned Hartmann family, famed for supplying weapons.

Those who had served on the front lines of Izumo Kingdom understood what this meant. If someone like Wei Lidao had defied orders there, he would have been executed on the spot for insubordination.

Now, with Guang'an Prefecture designated a war zone by the Qianyuan Sword Sect, the same strict laws applied.

Realizing how close he had come to disaster, Wei Lidao broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing the silence in the room, Luis nodded in satisfaction.

He continued, "The second matter concerns the supply of magical weapons for the western defense zone. Does anyone have reliable channels to procure them?"

Everyone immediately understood that this was an opportunity to earn favor with their new commander.

Lei Zhen was the first to step forward. His voice, deep and resonant, boomed through the hall as he spoke.

"Commander-in-Chief, the magical weapons we need are primarily for Qi Refining soldiers who currently lack them.

"In my opinion, first-grade low-quality and medium-quality magical weapons are sufficient for most of our forces. While first-grade high-quality weapons are undoubtedly superior, they are too costly and should be reserved for elite Qi Refining cultivators.

"As for sourcing, it's well known that the Hartmann family produces the best low-grade magical weapons in Guang'an Prefecture."

Hearing this, the others nodded in agreement, recognizing the opportunity to align themselves with Luis.

Luis was pleased by their quick understanding and the show of loyalty. For the first time, he truly felt the weight and privilege of command.

"Since you all agree that my Hartmann family crafts the best low-level magical weapons, then this military supply order will naturally be entrusted to us!" Luis declared confidently.

He added with a wry smile, "Given the size of this military order, my family will require a deposit. Without it, I'm afraid even we might face financial collapse!"

His comment drew hearty laughter from the room.

"Hahaha! Of course, of course!"

"As expected!"

"Well said!"

The practitioners echoed their agreement enthusiastically.

Luis continued, "For the first batch of supplies, I plan to order 50,000 flying swords. This will include 30,000 first-grade low-quality flying swords and 20,000 first-grade medium-quality flying swords.

"Based on the current market price, this order will cost 3.5 million spirit stones. The Hartmann family will require a deposit of half that amount—1.75 million spirit stones. The remaining balance can be paid in installments as agreed.

"In return, the Hartmann family guarantees delivery of this batch of flying swords within three years!"

As Luis laid out the terms, everyone nodded in approval. The arrangement seemed reasonable and fair.

However, one question lingered in their minds.

"Commander," one of the captains finally spoke, "why only 50,000 flying swords? Shouldn't we prepare at least 100,000?"

Hearing the question, Luis explained, "If we buy too much at once, I fear my Hartmann family won't be able to manage it all. Let's take our time with it!"

Of course, he will swallow this resource slowly and sustainably.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

At this point, anyone with a bit of sense understood that magical weapons, special elixirs, and talismans would soon become scarce resources.

In any war, logistics are key.

The same applies to conflicts between monks. However, unlike traditional wars, in monk battles, besides the logistical resources, the numbers and formations of the forces, the difference in cultivation levels between the monks plays a crucial role.

For example, a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, no matter how powerful their magic weapon, can't compare to a Foundation Building cultivator, even if the latter has no magical weapon or external items.

When the gap in cultivation level is significant enough, external resources won't make much of a difference.

By taking on this large military supply order, the Hartmann family did very little but immediately earned 1.75 million spirit stones.

This was just the first deal. In the future, with an estimated 80 million spirit stones—minus the cost of building spirit veins—the majority of this would end up in the Hartmann family's pockets.

If Luis couldn't accomplish this, all his years of effort would have been wasted.

Moreover, the constructed spiritual veins would eventually belong to the Hartmann family, effectively becoming their own spiritual veins.