Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 193 Spiritual Veins

These pills were not just for cultivation. During wartime, pills that restored true energy and essence, healed injuries, detoxified poisons, and more were in immense demand.

Take the current situation in Guang'an Prefecture, for example.

Beyond the auxiliary cultivation and realm-breaking elixirs, there was an overwhelming need for three types of pills: Qi-Restoring Pills, Detoxification Pills, and Evil-Breaking Pills.

This was especially true for the Eastern Defense Zone on the front lines.

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Luis could imagine Zhou Mubai must be deeply concerned about the production of Evil-Breaking Pills and Detoxification Pills. These two types were absolutely critical for dealing with zombies. Without them, the danger faced by monks fighting zombies would increase exponentially—by at least two levels.

Luis had experienced the incredible effects of an Evil-Breaking Pill firsthand.

Of course, what he had taken at the time was a second-grade superior-grade Evil-Breaking Pill, leagues above the ordinary first-grade version. But even the lower-grade Evil-Breaking Pills had proven essential in helping him and Zhou Mubai fight their way out of the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Evil Formation.

"Since we're officially setting up production here, why don't we give it a name?" Xiao Wei suggested from the side.

"A name?" Luis repeated, lowering his head in thought.

"How about 'Hartmann Pharmaceutical Factory'?" he finally said.

"Hartmann Pharmaceutical Factory," Xiao Wei echoed, testing the name.

After a moment's thought, both Xiao Wei and Arthur nodded in agreement. The name was simple, standard, and left little room for debate.

With the name decided, Luis turned to Arthur.

"Do you know why I asked you to come?" Luis asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Arthur raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Don't look at me like that," Luis said, shaking his head. "I need to set up a soul formation for my family and for Redwood Island. Especially Redwood Island—our family will build a fairy city there next."

Arthur's eyes widened. "Uncle Oliver said I'd be stationed there to monitor the cultivators?"

"That's right," Luis confirmed.

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

Arthur's expression brightened. "Is it going to be like Zhou Main City—a real fairy city?"

Luis smiled. "It won't be as grand as Zhou Main City just yet, but who knows what the future holds? It's certainly going to grow into something remarkable."

The demarcation of the Western Defense Zone meant that the vast area west of Guang'an Prefecture would officially become the Hartmann family's sphere of influence.

It was important to note, however, that the Hartmanns were not the only family thriving in this region.

Although the Western Defense Zone was vast and sparsely populated, the total population still numbered in the tens of millions. With such a large population, the number of monks alone could easily reach hundreds of thousands—and that's not including the influx of people who might arrive in the future.

The reason for this migration was simple.

While the Western Defense Zone was considered the weakest, it also served as the rear base of Guang'an Prefecture. The Eastern Defense Zone, Northern Zone, and Lingbei Island were all front-line territories, constantly embroiled in conflict.

For casual cultivators who had no intention—or courage—to risk their lives on the front lines, the South and West Defense Zones were ideal choices.

The Western Defense Zone, in particular, was attractive.

Unlike the South, which was also under the Zhou family's leadership, the Western Zone seemed to offer more stability. If the war on Lingbei Island were to worsen, the South would undoubtedly be drawn into the conflict to provide reinforcements.

The Western Defense Zone, on the other hand, was currently the safest. Apart from guarding against a potential sneak attack by zombie hordes detouring through the Ten Thousand Star Sea, the area faced minimal threats.

For any clear-headed casual cultivator, the decision to settle in the West was obvious.

When Arthur heard that the Hartmann family planned to build a fairy city on Redwood Island, his excitement was palpable.

Despite his earlier fatigue, his energy was renewed in an instant.

Watching the family grow and prosper under their collective efforts filled him with an unparalleled sense of accomplishment and pride. Luis felt the same way.

What was the ultimate purpose of cultivation?

Was it solely the pursuit of immortality?

If that were the case, then becoming a half-human zombie, like the Sun brothers, could also be considered a form of immortality. But that wasn't the point.

For Luis, cultivation was about achieving freedom—a life lived on one's own terms.

In the human world, however, the concept of "freedom and unrestrained living" was incredibly difficult to attain. In fact, it was even harder than achieving immortality or ascending to the realm of immortals.

"By the way, how is your Qi training coming along?" Luis asked suddenly, as if remembering something.

Hearing the question, Arthur's confidence surged.

"My Qi training will soon be polished to perfection!" he declared proudly.

"So soon?"

Luis raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Certainly, refining one's Qi wasn't influenced by spiritual roots. Instead, it depended entirely on an individual's constitution. Arthur's physique clearly made it easier for him to hone his true Qi to perfection.

Seeing Arthur's smug expression, Xiao Wei smiled and shook his head.

Arthur's rapid progress wasn't solely due to his physique or spiritual roots. The Hartmann family's unlimited investment in cultivation resources played a significant role.

Of course, Luis' vortex also had its share of credit.

Such an extravagant investment would seem irrational to other major spiritual forces. But the Hartmann family didn't care.

To Luis, Arthur and Xiao Wei were more than friends; they were invaluable allies. In the short term, he hoped they could shoulder some responsibilities alongside him.

While their current Qi Refining Stage cultivation limited their capabilities, once they advanced to the Foundation Building stage, their influence and usefulness would significantly increase. At the very least, they would make a stronger impression when representing the Hartmann family in discussions with other families.

After offering a few words of encouragement to Arthur and Xiao Wei, Luis left the Hartmann Island Industrial Zone.

He began setting up a second-order Soul-Nourishing Formation on Hartmann Island.

As its name suggested, this was a second-tier formation. Over the next few days, Luis watched the power within the spirit stones gradually transform the island's spirit veins, upgrading them from zero-level to second-level veins.

Additionally, the spiritual energy from the spiritual sunflower and moonflower enhanced the process. When combined, their effects were greater than the sum of their parts.

After completing the upgrades on Hartmann Island, Luis followed the same procedure to enhance the spiritual veins of Redwood Island.

The delay had been long, but finally, the commander was attending to Redwood Island's cultivation environment.

Seeing him start the process of cultivating third-level spiritual veins for the island, everyone's spirits lifted.

Redwood Island had long been a barren place, making it difficult for cultivators to practice effectively. Most of them had been forced to rely on refining the sparse spiritual energy in the air to restore their true essence.

Under normal circumstances, such poor conditions would have led to an uprising. But the cultivators understood the broader context.

Guang'an Prefecture was in chaos, and the front line faced an ongoing threat from the zombie tide on Lotus Island. Having a safe place to stay was already a luxury.

If Redwood Island hadn't been an option, returning to their original clan territories would have been their only choice.

But after witnessing the fate of the Zhao family, who would dare risk staying on an isolated island alone?

"Master Commander!"

Noticing Luis' escape light, a captain commanding ten thousand soldiers, currently at the middle stage of Foundation Building, stopped cutting trees with his flying sword and bowed deeply to him.

"Mm," Luis acknowledged with a nod.

Looking around the bustling construction site, he asked, "Where's Mr. Biggs?"

"General Biggs is up front," the captain replied, pointing toward a specific area.

Following the direction of the captain's finger, Luis spotted Biggs lying over a massive blueprint, explaining something to a group of practitioners.

Although the monks weren't as skilled in architecture as Biggs and his experienced construction team—who had spent their lives building houses—they weren't entirely ignorant. After all, they often dug caves for their personal cultivation retreats.

With Biggs' guidance, the cultivators quickly grasped his instructions.

"I believe a 70-30 ratio works best—70% of the workforce handling building materials and 30% focused on constructing houses and paving roads. These cultivators work at an incredible pace," Biggs explained.

"Biggs!"

Luis approached from behind as Biggs was speaking.

"Master Commander!"

"Master Commander!"

Upon seeing Luis, everyone present bowed in respect.

Luis nodded in acknowledgment to each of them before turning his attention back to Biggs.

"You've already finalized the city design?" Luis asked, surprised.

Biggs grinned and replied, "Nothing too complicated, Boss. We already had a blueprint. I just modified it to fit the soil and terrain!"

Hearing this, Luis nodded in understanding.

Indeed, the resources of the two world can be exchanged and this blueprint might just have advantage of building of two world.