Chapter 515.

The next morning, Wang Chen quietly left Weifa City and returned to his own guardhouse.

Although Wei Fa City was the only city in the Netherworld and the West Sea Sect’s home base in this world, not only was it very safe, the city had all sorts of facilities.

There was even a wine, color, and wealth getaway pavilion.

Wang Chen understood the enjoyment of those fellow disciples who threw away spirit stones in the Easy Pavilion, after all, being alone in the outside world and facing the demonic spirits and evil spirits that came at any time, even a Purple Mansion cultivator would find it hard to ignore the pressure of survival.

Coming to Weifa City for two days every month to detoxify and soothe is actually beneficial to cultivation.

However, Wang Chen’s heart and mind was not comparable to those children from the world of Immortal Cultivation, he had mixed with the Yunyang Sect from the bottom of a small cultivator to the present, the ups and downs of life, all the way up and down, long ago a heart of the Dao polished to be stronger than a rock.

Easily will not be shaken!

After returning to the guardhouse, the letters from Mou Guangji suddenly became fewer.

Originally three or four days a letter, now ten days and half a month to come, and the content of the letter inside the news are very vague.

There was not even a single piece of business involving the Mutual Alliance.

Wang Duan understood that he was rejected!

He deduced that this might not be Mou Guangji’s own decision, after all, this senior brother’s character was seven-tongued, there was no need to offend himself so much, and it was probably someone else’s idea.

But it was normal for Mou Guangji to come along for the ride.

Wang Dust was indifferent to this.

He originally did not like the party camping, and with the Mutual Alliance that gang of the same door does not have much common language.

As the saying goes, if we don’t talk to each other, there’s not much impact on Wang Duan if there’s less Mou Guangji as a channel of information.

He continued his own farming endeavors around the guardhouse.

After obtaining new grain seeds, Wang Chuan opened up another two hundred acres of spiritual fields in one fell swoop.

This made the total number of acres of fields break through the five hundred mark!

There were no seasons in the Yin Underworld, so the Sect’s carefully cultivated San Ying Valley could be planted at any time of the year and matured once every three months.

Not only did this kind of spiritual grain nourished by Yin Qi taste good, but it was also quite rich in spiritual energy, making it the main ration for the cultivators of the West Sea Sect in the Netherworld.

The only drawback was that the yield was very low, one mu field would only produce over a hundred pounds of rice.

Moreover, the number of rice seeds was limited, they had to be cultivated by the sect in order to be planted, and they were unable to keep them for themselves.

As for those indigenous residents in Weifa City, they ate another kind of Yang rice, which was basically planted near the city.

Wang Chen’s five hundred acres of three Ying Valley all planted, more than a month later can harvest about 50,000 pounds of hulled spiritual rice, shelved in the city of Weifa is considered a lot of wealth.

The prerequisite was that everything went well.

In the last few days, Wang Chuan clearly felt that as the three Ying Valley in the spiritual field began to draw ears, the vitality of the spirit became more and more vigorous, and the number of demonic spirits that came to attack the spiritual field became more and more numerous.

In the past, they used to fight a wave of monsters in ten days and half a month, but now they have to do it in three or two days.

It was no wonder that those fellow Topaz Guards were unwilling to plant their fields, focusing their main efforts on finding resources.

Planting is tiring and worrying, and if you don’t pay attention to it, you may give up, and the hard work of one or two months will all go down the drain!

However, for Wang Chen, the frequent arrival of evil spirits was a good thing.

The Tianluo Evil Destroying Net unfolded noiselessly in the air, and with the injection of Wang Chuan’s mana, it expanded hundreds of times its original size in an instant, enveloping all of the demonic spirits that had been blocked outside of the Black Iron Thorn’s defense line.

The number of Black Iron Thorns used to protect the spiritual field also surged after the spiritual field planted by Wang Chuan was expanded to five hundred acres, and this special plant could be completely forcefully ripened with the Withering Technique, and put into use in the shortest possible time.

The current width of the black iron thorn bushes around the spiritual field exceeded a hundred paces.

And it was still spreading outwards.

Since the demonic spirits that came to attack the spirit field were actualized, meaning that they had real bodies, scales, armor, and claws, they would be blocked by the black iron thorns.

Although this line of defense was not solid, stronger demon spirits were able to easily break through.

However, their existence was enough to buy Wang Dust time to react.

This was enough.

For example, this group of demonic spirits that had just been caught in the net had run out from inside the mountain, and then drove straight towards where the spiritual field was located, and if there was no black iron thorn bush to block them, I’m afraid that they would have already rushed into the spiritual field by now.

And now they were desperately struggling inside the Evil Punishing Net, emitting mournful screams, their bodies constantly contracting and even breaking apart, emitting a trace of black smoke.

The demonic spirits and evil spirits of the Netherworld were all essentially derivatives of the Yin Evil Qi.

Or condensed bodies.

Even if they were actualized demonic spirits, there was no real flesh and blood inside their shells, so as usual, they could be restrained, devoured, absorbed, and digested by the Heavenly Luo Punishing Evil Net.

The role that this treasure played in the Netherworld was unrivaled!

All the demonic spirits that entered the net, regardless of their size, and no matter how much they struggled and fought for their lives, they were unable to break free from the Evil Punishing Net that was firmly controlled by Wang Dust.

Their origin was quickly transformed into the purest spiritual energy, which was stored inside the Evil Punishing Net.

A moment later, Wang Chen shook his hand.

A crystal bead with a silvery-white glow leaked out from the net’s eye and flew down into his hand.

It was precisely the Yin Qi Bead.

Not bad!

Wang Chen satisfactorily put the loot into his Sumeru Ring.

As of now, he had already captured seventeen Yin Qi Beads.

In terms of “explosion rate”, the probability of the evil spirits of the Netherworld producing Yin Qi Beads was higher than the evil spirits of the Mountain and Sea Realm.

With these Yin Qi Beads, returning to Wei Fa City at the end of the month would be enough to submit a report to the sect.

And then redeem a sum of merits into the account.

Wang Chen didn’t even need to venture into the mountains to look for the specialty resources of the Yin Underworld, he only needed to guard these spiritual fields of his own, attracting the demon spirits and evil spirits to come from the source, and it would be enough to ensure that he would get the merit honors needed to enter the vein.

Planting a field, it still smelled really good!

After making a round of the surrounding area to make sure that there were no demonic spirits that had missed the net, he returned to the guardhouse.

By the end of the month when he returned to the city to report his duties, Wang Chen rushed to the Wei Fa City Clan Dharma Hall as fast as he could, and after delivering a batch of Yin Qi beads in exchange for the supplies and merit badges he needed, he quickly returned to the Wei Fa City again.

In a month’s time, the San Ying Valley would be ripe, and if the spiritual fields were destroyed because of his return to the city, then he would lose a lot of money.

Therefore, on the way back and forth, Wang Dust had utilized the speed of his Yaoguang Flying Sword to the extreme, rolling up dust and smoke at a height close to the ground, as if it were a long dragon traversing the wilderness.

Coming and going in such a hurry, Wang Dust naturally didn’t have the time to attend the monthly gathering of the Mutual Alliance Association again.

Although Mou Guangji had sent him a rune letter a few days earlier.

Wang Dust politely declined on the grounds that he was busy with wilderness expansion matters, and this made his relationship with Mou Guangji and other fellow disciples even more estranged.

By the time the Sanying Valley was ripe, Wang Chen actually did not receive any more letters from Mou Guangji.

Wang Chen didn’t care at all, he was immersed in the joy of the harvest.

Because more than five hundred acres of spirit fields, the whole brought Wang Dust more than eighty thousand pounds of rice harvest!