Chapter 1132: Determined Dao Heart Wang Yingjie

On Mysterious Moon Island, a scorching sun slowly ascended from the sea, bringing a touch of warmth to the island.

On a mountain peak abundant with exotic flowers and rare plants, a vast courtyard sat at its summit. In a corner of the courtyard stood ten light-green fruit trees, each bearing hundreds of pale green fruits. Beneath one of the trees hung a massive yellow beehive, with numerous red spirit bees flying in and out.

Not far away stood a cyan pavilion tens of feet tall. Inside one of its guest rooms, Wang Yingjie sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his body enveloped in a faint cyan glow.

After a while, the cyan glow around Wang Yingjie dissipated, and he opened his eyes.

"Still, I haven't managed to break through to the seventh level of Qi Condensation," he mused. "It looks like I'll need to purchase a few more bottles of medicinal pills."

Wang Yingjie muttered to himself. He had been stationed on Mysterious Moon Island for several years. Over this period, the Wang family's cultivator population had steadily increased, easing the pressure of insufficient manpower. Mysterious Moon Island was currently guarded by three Qi Condensation cultivators, with Wang Yingjie overseeing them.

Wang Yingjie stood up and walked out. The spirit grains in the spiritual fields had ripened, and the air was filled with an alluring scent of rice.

The Golden Pearl Spirit Rice he cultivated matured every two years. It was easy to grow, requiring infrequent watering; Wang Yingjie only watered it about once a month, which allowed him to cultivate with peace of mind.

Golden Pearl Spirit Rice was exceptionally cheap; twenty jin of it would only sell for one spirit stone. It was commonly used to feed low-level spirit beasts and spirit insects.

One mu of spiritual field could yield five hundred jin of Golden Pearl Spirit Rice. With sixty mu of spiritual fields, he could harvest thirty thousand jin of Golden Pearl Spirit Rice, which would theoretically be worth one thousand five hundred spirit stones. However, if he were to actually sell the Golden Pearl Spirit Rice in the market, he wouldn't be able to fetch one thousand five hundred spirit stones, as all major factions cultivated vast quantities of it.

After the great war, the number of demonic beasts sharply decreased. Hunting teams could only manage to hunt a batch of demonic beasts after a long time, and if luck was poor, it was not uncommon to encounter no demonic beasts for half a year.

Hunting demonic beasts was a major source of income for minor factions. Without this source, these factions extensively cultivated Golden Pearl Spirit Rice, which led to a sharp drop in its price. Consequently, it was commonly used to feed spirit beasts and spirit insects.

The Wang family cultivators learned how to raise sea clams from the Xue family. Sea clams had a large appetite, requiring not only low-level spirit grains but also regular feeding of spirit beast meat.

The Wang family encouraged its members to cultivate Golden Pearl Spirit Rice to raise Mountain-Pushing Beasts, which were then used to feed the sea clams.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, good morning!"

A clear, bell-like female voice came from behind him. Wang Yingjie turned to see a young woman in a blue dress, appearing eighteen or nineteen years old, standing there.

The young woman in blue had snow-white skin, a slight baby fat, and two cute dimples on her face.

This was Lan Xueyun, a three-spirit-root cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

The Wang family continuously recruited low-level cultivators, encouraging them to intermarry with Wang family members. Lan Xueyun was one such recruit.

"Fairy Lan, you've advanced to the fifth level of Qi Condensation! Congratulations!" Wang Yingjie said with a smile.

"I exchanged two bottles of Qi Condensing Pills from the Affairs Hall and luckily broke through," she replied. "Speaking of which, it's thanks to you for teaching me how to raise Mountain-Pushing Beasts."

Lan Xueyun smiled faintly, expressing her gratitude.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, Sister Lan, what are you two talking about?"

A curvaceous young woman in a red dress walked out of the pavilion. She was lightly dressed, her ample figure subtly visible, inspiring improper thoughts in those who beheld her.

This was Du Jiao, a four-spirit-root cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation.

Du Jiao and Lan Xueyun had been specially placed on Mysterious Moon Island by the family. As Wang Yingjie was an only son, his uncles, while appreciating his devotion to cultivation, also hoped he would settle down soon, marry, and have descendants, as the family now needed a large number of hands.

Du Jiao's husband had died in the great war. After joining the Wang family, she was ordered to be stationed on Mysterious Moon Island.

Although Wang Yingjie's aptitude wasn't great, he was a descendant of Wang Qingling and had several uncles supporting him. Marrying him would ensure one wouldn't have to worry about livelihood for the rest of their life.

Wang Yingjie was skilled in cultivation techniques and was ambitious. Marrying him would surely guarantee a comfortable life.

Du Jiao had roamed the world for decades, deeply understanding the difficulties faced by rogue cultivators. Fortunately, she still possessed some charm. Yet, whether it was the alluring Du Jiao or the pure and lovely Lan Xueyun, Wang Yingjie consistently ignored them, barely acknowledging their presence.

"Sister Du, why are you dressed so lightly?" Lan Xueyun said with a frown. She knew Du Jiao's intentions, and she disapproved.

"Hehe, I feel a bit stuffy," Du Jiao chuckled. "It's more comfortable to wear something cooler."

Du Jiao chuckled, her chest rising and falling enticingly.

Wang Yingjie ignored her and asked, "I'm returning to Cyan Lotus Island. Do you need me to bring anything for you?"

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please bring me two bottles of Qi Condensing Pills! I'll give you the spirit stones."

"I need one hundred jin of clam meat and some clam pearl powder."

Wang Yingjie readily agreed. He released two Golden Scale Earthworms, which burrowed into the spiritual fields, creating mounds of earth as the spirit grains fell.

Du Jiao turned and walked towards the stove. They couldn't abstain from food and all needed to eat, so Lan Xueyun and Du Jiao took turns cooking.

Lan Xueyun walked towards a side courtyard, where over a dozen Mountain-Pushing Beasts were being raised.

Mountain-Pushing Beasts resembled wild boars, but they were spirit beasts. These spirit beasts had tough hides and thick flesh, but their meat was very dry, making it unpalatable for cultivators. It was commonly used to feed other spirit beasts and spirit insects.

Lan Xueyun conjured a yellow cloth bag, releasing over a dozen black worms as thick as an adult's arm. The black worms resembled earthworms but had a row of small, short legs on their undersides.

These were Earthworm Ants, non-aggressive spirit insects that fed on spirit rice and were typically used to feed spirit beasts and spirit fish.

Over a dozen Mountain-Pushing Beasts rushed over, vying for the Earthworm Ants.

After feeding them the Earthworm Ants, she also gave them some feed made from Golden Pearl Spirit Rice.

A short while later, she returned to the cyan pavilion. Wang Yingjie had already finished harvesting all sixty mu of Golden Pearl Spirit Rice, and Du Jiao had also prepared the meal.

There were nine dishes and one soup, mostly meat dishes, with very few vegetarian options.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, traveling is hard work," Du Jiao said with a smile as she served Wang Yingjie a bowl of clam meat soup. "This bowl of clam meat soup was specially stewed for you; please drink more."

Lan Xueyun, long accustomed to such behavior, sat down and quietly began to eat.

Wang Yingjie didn't refuse and thanked her.

Wang Yingjie was taciturn, as was Lan Xueyun. It was Du Jiao, however, who continuously tried to engage Wang Yingjie in conversation; she would ask a question, and he would give a single reply.

"Alright, I'm full. I'm leaving now," Wang Yingjie instructed. "You two keep an eye on Mysterious Moon Island. If you encounter anything you can't handle, send a transmission talisman for help."

After giving his instructions, Wang Yingjie conjured a palm-sized cyan lotus. The lotus glowed brightly with shifting runes, clearly not an ordinary object.

With a flash of cyan light, the lotus carried Wang Yingjie soaring into the sky.

The sea was azure, and white clouds dotted the sky. Wang Yingjie sat within the cyan lotus, swiftly traversing the high altitude.

As he traveled, he calculated what cultivation resources he would exchange for upon returning to the family.

His aptitude was too poor. To reach the Foundation Establishment stage before forty, he would need the aid of medicinal pills; mere arduous cultivation wouldn't suffice. He had cultivated diligently for several years, yet remained at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, while Lan Xueyun had already advanced from the fourth to the fifth level.