Spirit Nurturing Grand Array

"Thirteenth Uncle,"

Chen Daoxuan pondered for a moment before saying, "Aside from purchasing enough Spirit Mine ore for the Flying Sword Factory on this trip, I have another important matter to attend to."

"You mean—"

Chen Daoxuan nodded. "I mean it is time to put the matter of nurturing the family's Spirit Vein on the agenda."

At these words,

Chen Xianhe's old face immediately flushed red with excitement. He was so agitated that he could not speak for a long while, and could only lift the teacup from the table and gulp down a mouthful to calm himself.

After a long while,

only after composing himself did Chen Xianhe say in a trembling voice, "Our Chen Family has finally lived to see this day."

As he spoke, tears streamed down Chen Xianhe's aged face.

"Thirteenth Uncle—"

Chen Xianhe raised a hand and waved it. "I'm fine. I'm just a little happy, a little happy, haha!"

Seeing Chen Xianhe like this, Chen Daoxuan could not help feeling deeply sorrowful.

Who could know how Chen Xianhe had endured these past years, shouldering the Chen Clan alone ever since the twelve cultivators of the Immortal generation had died fighting in Cloud Country fifty years ago?

To be fair,

Chen Xianhe's talent was mediocre—one could even say poor.

His methods and ability in managing the family were not particularly outstanding either.

Yet this utterly unremarkable Chen Family cultivator would rather guard the family's immense fortune of more than eight thousand Spirit Stones, would rather give up his own spiritual resources to the younger cultivators, than abandon the family or its clansmen.

For that alone, Chen Xianhe had not failed the ancestors or the descendants, and was worthy of the reverence of all future members of the Chen Clan.

After wiping away his tears,

Chen Xianhe said hoarsely and solemnly, "Nurturing the family's Spirit Vein is no trifling matter. Not only will it require over a hundred thousand Spirit Stones, but it will also require the assistance of a first-tier Spirit Nurturing Grand Array.

I'm no longer worried about the Spirit Stones. It's just this Spirit Nurturing Grand Array..."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Xianhe said, "I have heard that the Zhou Family Auction House in the Core Commercial District of Guang'an Prefecture immortal city holds a small auction at the start of every month. They auction complete first-tier and second-tier Spirit Nurturing Grand Array setup methods and array materials there."

It had to be said,

after spending three months in Guang'an Prefecture immortal city, Chen Xianhe had become extraordinarily familiar with the place.

Chen Daoxuan, for instance, had no idea where in Guang'an Prefecture Spirit Nurturing Grand Arrays were sold.

Upon hearing this news,

Chen Daoxuan's face lit up with delight. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go take a look at the auction house tomorrow."

At this, Chen Xianhe laughed. "Look at you, always so impatient. The Zhou Family Auction House only holds an auction once at the beginning of each month. Counting the days, there should still be three days left.

During that time, you can first gather all the Spirit Mine materials needed for the Flying Sword Factory."

Only then did Chen Daoxuan flatter him, saying, "Thirteenth Uncle is still the most thorough in his considerations."

"Enough. Stop looking for chances to flatter me on purpose. Tell me, what scheme are you holding back this time?"

Perhaps because he saw hope for the family to nurture its Spirit Vein, Chen Xianhe felt lighter than he had in a long time. Even his tone carried a hint of playful liveliness.

"Thirteenth Uncle truly sees all. Nothing can be hidden from you,"

Chen Daoxuan chuckled, then his expression turned serious once more. "Thirteenth Uncle, I want to order several Cargo Ships from the Yang Family Shipwright."

"Order Cargo Ships?"

Chen Xianhe frowned. "What do you need Cargo Ships for? Our Chen Family's Azure Dragon is more than enough to transport the family's supplies. Besides, the Flying Sword Factory does not need that much Spirit Mine ore for the time being, does it?"

"Cough, cough,"

Chen Daoxuan feigned a cough and lowered his voice. "More precisely, they are not Cargo Ships for carrying goods. They are Slave Ships!"

At this,

how could Chen Xianhe not understand what Chen Daoxuan was planning?

To purchase Slave Ships from the Yang Family meant that next, he would surely purchase mortal female slaves from Cloud Country to breed more members for the Chen Clan.

In fact, Chen Xianhe had occasionally bought slaves from Cloud Country over the years, though never in great numbers.

For instance, the servants in Chen Liangyu's household had come from such purchases.

But judging from Chen Daoxuan's tone now, he clearly did not merely intend to buy dozens or hundreds of female slaves. He was going to make a grand undertaking of it!

Otherwise, he would not have gone to the Yang Family Shipyard to purchase specialized Slave Ships.

At this thought, Chen Xianhe could not help hesitating.

The family was just about to save enough Spirit Stones to nurture its Spirit Vein. Now they would be purchasing female slaves and Slave Ships in large quantities, on top of buying Spirit Mine ore and purchasing a Spirit Nurturing Grand Array from the auction house.

Though the tens of thousands of Spirit Stones in the Storage Bag were a great sum, they could not withstand such reckless spending.

Seeing the hesitation on Chen Xianhe's face, Chen Daoxuan could not help pulling a long face and saying in a muffled voice, "Thirteenth Uncle, you can't go back on your word!"

Chen Xianhe was baffled by those words. He looked up and said, "How have I gone back on my word?"

"Have you forgotten? You promised me before that as long as our Chen Family earned three thousand Spirit Stones in a year, you would let me freely cultivate the descendants of the Chen Clan. How can you now refuse to honor your word?"

Hearing this, Chen Xianhe nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He had promised Chen Daoxuan that if the family's annual income reached three thousand Spirit Stones, he would consider cultivating the descendants of the Chen Clan. But he had never expected Chen Daoxuan's method of cultivation to be this.

Had he known what Chen Daoxuan meant, he would never have agreed even if beaten to death.

Seeing Chen Xianhe's darkened face, Chen Daoxuan continued, "Thirteenth Uncle, think about it. What does a hundred thousand Spirit Stones amount to for our Chen Family now?

Do you know how many Flying Swords our family's Flying Sword Factory can produce in one day? A full five!

And that is merely your nephew's daily output alone. What if our Chen Family had ten Artifact Forgers?"

At this, Chen Xianhe scoffed. "Do not try to fool me. Are Artifact Forgers so easy to cultivate?

Even with ample resources, it would already be like burning incense to the heavens if one Artifact Forger could be cultivated out of ten cultivators."

"Exactly! It is precisely because the success rate of cultivating Artifact Forgers is so low that we must expand the number of cultivators in the family. And what do we rely on to expand the number of family cultivators? We must rely on the ordinary members of our Chen Clan!

Therefore, purchasing Slave Ships and Cloud Country Female Slaves is imperative!"

Chen Daoxuan did not say this in a negotiating tone, but as the Chen Clan Leader.

Looking at the young man before him, speaking with such confidence and eloquence, Chen Xianhe opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

"Forget it,"

Chen Xianhe sighed. "Since I handed the family over to you, you can make the decisions on these matters!"

"Thank you for your support, Clan Leader!"

Chen Daoxuan rose to his feet and bowed deeply to Chen Xianhe.

Chen Xianhe waved a hand. "Although I do not quite agree with the way you handle matters, I can see that in your hands, the family has taken on a flourishing and vibrant appearance.

Daoxuan, you are better than me!"

Chen Xianhe looked straight into Chen Daoxuan's eyes and said this with gratification.

Hearing this praise, Chen Daoxuan instead felt somewhat embarrassed.