Zhang Gu's Helplessness, a Swift Blade to Reap the World

Faced with Chen Changsheng's demand, a representative of the Forbidden Grounds frowned.

"We can control only one-tenth of the total. Isn't that a little too little?"

"Not at all."

"The spirit herbs that work for you consume vast amounts of spiritual energy, and they also draw nutrients from the Hundred Herbs Garden."

"If we planted top-grade spirit herbs throughout the entire Hundred Herbs Garden, it would collapse before long."

"Keeping their numbers under control is necessary for the garden's long-term development."

"You also need to open the Space Channels in every direction as soon as possible."

"The spiritual energy here is too thin to sustain the Hundred Herbs Garden's consumption."

"And once the Hundred Herbs Garden is established, sales of pills and magic treasures will soon begin. Without plenty of channels, who will buy what we produce?"

After hearing Chen Changsheng out, Si Shan, the representative of the Heavens Forbidden Ground, spoke.

"How long can the Hundred Herbs Garden last as it is?"

"One thousand years!"

"If you still haven't finished building the Space Channels by then, the Hundred Herbs Garden will have to close."

Si Shan nodded. "The channel the Heavens Forbidden Ground is responsible for will be open in four hundred years."

With the Heavens Forbidden Ground taking the lead, the other Forbidden Grounds gave their completion dates one after another.

Chen Changsheng nodded. "Good. If you all open your channels on time,"

"I can guarantee that money will keep flowing into your pockets."

"To celebrate our agreement, I have another benefit for you."

With a wave of his right hand, Chen Changsheng sent a dozen or so bottles floating toward them.

They opened the bottles and found only ordinary spirit liquid inside.

"Why give us this?"

Wang Zun asked curiously.

"Don't underestimate it. This is a swift