Chapter 1258 — Picking Up a Great Power Along the Way
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
Compared to Nantian, Jingping was countless times smaller.
When Bai Yuqiong arrived at Jingping, it happened to be harvest season, and she saw many minor divine-ability practitioners of the Five Luminaries Realm and the Six Harmonies Realm helping the common folk bring in the crops, thresh grain, till the fields, and channel water for irrigation, even using rain-summoning divine abilities or dispersing clouds and mist. This place was bustling and clamorous. Bai Yuqiong had traveled to many places, and she discovered that when some places suffered disaster, those minor practitioners would go report it to the authorities. The authorities would send many powerful practitioners skilled in the Art of Creation, who used Creation divine abilities to make the crops grow swiftly.
After more than ten days of ceaseless toil, the crops ripened, and these older practitioners were all left badly worn out.
After the harvest, a leader among the practitioners summoned the disaster-stricken folk and said, "The Art of Creation may ease a pressing need, but it thins the soil's fertility, and the land must be fertilized and nourished. Still, it won't delay the next season's harvest. " The disaster victims gave thanks and handed over some money to these practitioners. Bai Yuqiong asked an old farmer, and the old farmer chuckled. "These past few years have been decent.
I've a bit of spare money in hand, so even a lean year won't do me in. " "But paying the practitioners - doesn't that leave you with no money at all? " Bai Yuqiong asked. "Won't wealth just concentrate in the practitioners' hands?
In time, they'll become great clans and powerful houses, holding the nation's wealth in their grip.
" "If you've some martial ability, you can go work in the mines," the old farmer laughed. "You can also grow medicinal herbs.
There are more and more practitioners these days, and they need more and more spirit medicines.
Growing spirit medicines is very profitable! My aptitude isn't good, and I'm getting on in years, but my little grandson is clever - he's already opened the Primal Embryo Divine Treasury, and he's studying at a primary school right now.
" Bai Yuqiong was startled.
The old farmer's brows knit with worry. "Once that little rascal became a practitioner, he turned into another big spender! Luckily he's learned some alchemy and forging, so at the very least he can refine some spirit pills and forge primal weapons to help with the household. If he makes something of himself and cultivates into a deity, that would be wonderful - he could become an official! " His face lit up with excitement.
"Even if he doesn't become an official, if he founds a primary school or an academy, or opens a manufactory or the like, that would bring glory to our ancestors too!
It's only that the court is about to go to war, and if he joins the army, I can't bear to part with him. " A matron nearby laughed. "War is good - promotions come fast! " The old farmer said angrily, "People die in war! " "One soldier of our Jingping is worth ten soldiers of those heavens.
And we'd march with a legitimate cause, under the name of the August Lord of Earthly Virtue - who would dare not surrender? " This matron, however, was a woman of uncommon insight. "Go to war, and the military honors are free for the taking!
" Bai Yuqiong walked through Jingping in a daze.
She saw many practitioners, led by godfiends, building roads and bridges, while others were constructing cities and raising buildings.
On the roads there were many land-going ships, and in the sky, tower-ships and great vessels came and went. All she saw here was utterly different from Nantian.
This place was practically a Heavenly Court in the mortal world!