Chapter 1062: Black Robe
Yu Shen's departing steps paused.
Though he knew Wu Rong could not possibly say anything convincing, he still stopped.
He still hoped Wu Rong could abandon that original "naivety." Calling it naivety was already giving it too much credit—it was clearly nothing but a fantasy.
Forcefully raising a hundred thousand Golden Core cultivators?
That was even more absurd than spirit rice yielding ten thousand catties per mu.
If such a thing truly existed, it would be the work of immortals.
Yu Shen knew that Wu Rong would most likely next display the immense foundation he had accumulated over the years, perhaps even rapidly establish a sizable force.
But no matter how plentiful resources were, there would come a day when they were spent clean.
What would happen once even the coffin savings were gone?
Would they steal and rob?
With such limited vision, what right did he have to boast of emulating the Divine Court?
"Please, go on."
Wu Rong's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Resources amount to no more than three things: cultivation arts, pills, and weapons. If we divide them further, even cultivation arts can be removed. Demons, monsters, ghosts, and strange beings do not need cultivation arts to absorb spiritual energy and cultivate; humans are the same."
"Train in martial arts and temper the body until breaking through its limits and returning to the Innate state—cultivation arts are unnecessary for that as well."
"In the end, there are only pills and weapons."
"Pills accelerate cultivation; weapons protect one's body and serve in battle."
Yu Shen nodded.
He had to admit that Wu Rong's understanding was sound.
But why could he not let go of his obsession with forcefully raising a hundred thousand Golden Core cultivators?
Yes.
He held vast resources in