Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 216 Who Supplies You Pills?

At that time, Luis planned to use a spiritual thread made from spiritual stone powder to transport spiritual energy and effectively replace the use of spirit stones to power these two special magical instruments.

Back then, he was constantly troubled by issues related to spiritual pressure. Later, as Luis encountered more challenges, he eventually put that matter behind him.

However, with the continuous expansion of the Hartmann Island Industrial Zone, the consumption of spirit stones was on the rise.

The Flying Sword Factory and the Pharmaceutical Factory had been expanded several times, and their current scale far surpassed what it had been originally—a direct result of past development.

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As the number of monks increased and growth became explosive, the scale of the Hartmann Island Industrial Zone expanded at a similar pace."Boss, look—this is the spiritual pressure device we invented," Blogs said, pointing to a black, box-shaped magical weapon.

"This is a small experimental unit. When we build a spiritual line network covering the entire industrial zone, we'll need to construct a giant spiritual pressure device that's at least a hundred times larger than this one."

Hearing this, Luis nodded and asked, "How did you solve the spiritual pressure problem?"

"Formation!" Blogs replied enthusiastically. Then he handed Luis a jade slip.

"It's a bit complicated to explain verbally, Boss. Please read our technical information."

Luis took the jade slip from Blogs and immersed his spiritual consciousness into it. It took him about the time it would take to drink a full cup of tea.

When he finally withdrew his consciousness, he had a rough understanding of the working principle behind the device.

Simply put, the spiritual pressure device uses a formation to generate high-intensity spiritual pressure in a section of the spiritual line, forcing the spiritual energy to flow along that line.

The other end of the device can be connected to the spiritual lake of a third-level spiritual vein, converting the spiritual liquid there into energy, which is then infused into the spiritual line.

In this way, the entire spiritual line network can be activated. The power source for the Hartmann Island Industrial Zone has now shifted from spirit stones to the Hartmann family's third-level spirit vein, supplemented by spiritual sunflowers and moonflowers.

Seeing this, Luis couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Blogs' brilliant idea.

Really, no matter where people come from, they all possess a spirit of innovation. What they often lack is proper guidance during their growth. Blogs, having been influenced by Luis since childhood, naturally thinks differently from others in this world—his mindset is closer to that of people from Luis' previous life.

Luis has also clearly recognized Blogs' talent in magical instrument research. In less than a year, Blogs has become a second-level top-grade weapon refiner.

In a timeframe of at least one year, and at most two, Blogs could be promoted to a third-rank weapon refiner.

This kind of talent in weapon refining is rare, even within the Qianyuan Sword Sect. Of course, this achievement is built on his inherent talent as a blue goblin; otherwise, he would merely be considered a weapon-refining genius at best, far from being the best among his peers, as blue goblins naturally have extraordinary talent.

It seems the issue of the Reiki network has finally been resolved. Overjoyed, Luis asked, "Is there enough spirit stone powder?"

"Don't worry, Boss. Over the years, whether from the spiritual veins cultivated by the family or from the third-level spiritual veins of Sea View Fairy City, all the spirit stones that have exhausted their spiritual energy have been stored by us," replied Blogs.

Luis nodded. "Even though we have enough spirit stone powder now, we must prepare for a rainy day."

After a moment of thought, he continued, "Forget it. I'll assign someone to handle this matter. I'll have them go to Zhou Main City and Lingzhou Immortal City to buy up all the spirit stones that have exhausted their spiritual energy. You don't need to worry about that part.

Your current task is to replace all the soul-melting furnaces and centrifugal wall breakers in the Hartmann Island Industrial Zone and to build a new spiritual energy network. It's a heavy task!"

Then he glanced at the crowd and asked, "There are fewer than 300 of you. Can you do it?"

Hearing this, Blogs looked a bit bitter and said, "There are thousands of magical instruments that need to be replaced in the two factories, plus the laying of the entire spiritual energy network. I'm afraid it will take at least a week."

Luis nodded in understanding.

"That's acceptable, but make sure it's done perfectly." The Reiki network is integral to the foundation of Hartmann industry, and Luis had to take it seriously.

In the following days, the Hartmann Island Industrial Zone entered a period of vigorous reconstruction. This reconstruction might not fundamentally improve the industrial production capacity, but it solves the industrial power problem.

It's like switching from battery power to grid power—it not only saves costs further but also lays a solid foundation for future industrial expansion.

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Just as Hartmann Island was undergoing a transformation of its Reiki network, ten thousand miles away at the corpse refining ground on Lotus Island, new changes were taking place.

Within the third-order Yin meridian, inside a gloomy, terrifying hall filled with a strong evil aura, a young monk suddenly sat up from the cold ground.

"Hehe, brother, he's awake," said his younger brother, Sun Mang.

Hearing this, Sun Fu turned his head and fixed his dark golden eyes on the Qi Refining cultivator before him, his gaze cold and eerie. To the young monk, the scene looked like hell.

The Zhao family's hall, once imbued with a fairy-like atmosphere, had long since become eerie and terrifying.

Outside the main hall, the lingering presence of corpses made the young cultivator feel weak in his hands and feet.

"Boy, in order to bring you back alive, I sacrificed one of my foundation-building corpse servants. Tell me, how should this account be settled?" Sun Mang said as he gradually approached the young Qi Refining cultivator.

A disgusting stench of decay emanated from him, and the young monk felt dizzy and unsteady after just one whiff.

"So fragile," Sun Mang murmured, frowning as he said, "Brother."

Sun Fu nodded in agreement with a low, sinister chuckle.

After receiving Sun Fu's approval, Sun Mang smiled cruelly and lightly scratched the air with his inky black nails, causing a hissing sound.

"What? You're not talking. Are you dumb?" he sneered. As he spoke, he gathered corpse poison on his fingernails and gently scraped the young monk's skin, causing black blood to immediately seep out.

"Ah!" the young Qi Refining cultivator cried out, but he refused to speak.

Then, Sun Mang ruthlessly grabbed his legs and began tearing them apart bit by bit with force. "This feeling is so comfortable, hehehe," he murmured with sadistic delight.

The young monk's cries grew fainter and fainter until, finally, he could no longer breathe. After literally tearing the monk in two, Sun Mang hoisted half of his body and dragged him over to another middle-aged monk lying on the ground. With a grim tone, he said, "Now that you're awake, stop pretending.

"The middle-aged monk, startled, suddenly sat up.

Pointing at Sun Mang, he backed away while trembling, stammering, "You—you..."

"Brother, this guy is finally willing to speak. It's really boring," Sun Mang remarked with contempt.

As he spoke, Sun Mang hurled the severed half of the young monk's body next to the monk who had just awakened. The sight terrified the newly awakened monk, who let out a scream."

With such courage, you dare to attack us?" Sun Mang sneered.

"The weak will always be weak—even if they embark on the path of cultivation."

Faced with Sun Mang's ridicule, the middle-aged monk, already on the brink of collapse, merely lowered his head and trembled.

However, when he saw the torn half of his companion's body lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood and internal organs, his fear intensified.

"I'll ask you a question. If you're willing to answer it, I'll let you go."

After a moment, the middle-aged monk mustered his courage and, trembling, asked, "How do I know whether what you say is true or false?"

"You can only choose to believe or die!" Sun Mang replied, stroking his sharp, ink-black nails.

The middle-aged monk struggled violently, and after a long moment, he finally nodded.

"Let me ask you: where do you, the cultivators of Guang'an Prefecture, obtain your elixirs? Didn't all the Zhao family members die? Could it be that other prefectures are providing you with elixirs?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk lowered his head, unwilling to answer. Suddenly, with a cry of pain, one of his legs was torn off alive.

"Not tactful."

Sun Mang shook his head and seemed ready to kill him outright. But the middle-aged monk's fierce will to survive broke through.

He collapsed to the ground and roared, "I say, I say! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"Sun Mang paused, his claws outstretched. "Go ahead," he said coldly.

Finally, the middle-aged monk managed to cry out, "Most of the elixirs on our front line are supplied by the Hartmann family—the Hartmann family of Hartmann Island!"