Shang Hongye Enters Yujing City

In the courtyard, Xiao Luoyu crouched down, examining the lid of the cauldron that had created the massive pit.

Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, and she scratched her messy hair, a frustrated voice emerging from her lips.

"Cracked again!"

"This cauldron is useless."

"Those artificers, they cheated me again!"

As Xiao Luoyu grumbled, Daoist Xuanqing, accustomed to her complaints, beckoned to her.

"Luoyu, come here."

"I have something for you to do."

Hearing Daoist Xuanqing, Xiao Luoyu appeared in the room in a flash, a hint of annoyance on her pretty face.

"Master, didn't I tell you? I'm busy refining pills, preparing for the Five Emperors Dharma Assembly."

"Your junior brother has been ordered to establish the Ministry of Agriculture and is short on staff. Go to the Ministry of Agriculture and help him," Daoist Xuanqing said.

Xiao Luoyu looked at Fang Heng in surprise.

"Junior brother, I didn't expect you to amount to something."

"Can I refine pills at the Ministry of Agriculture?"

Fang Heng chuckled inwardly.

My second senior sister really is a pill fanatic.

He didn't immediately answer Xiao Luoyu, instead changing the subject.

"Second senior sister, what's wrong with your cauldron?"

"I was conned by the artificers." Xiao Luoyu rolled her eyes and sat down.

As soon as she sat, her loose daoist robe naturally slipped down, revealing her smooth, fair shoulder.

Xiao Luoyu pulled her robe back up and continued.

"The power of the earth's core fire is immense. For refining pills, the cauldron needs to be sturdy enough."

"I had the artificers specifically reinforce it, but it still couldn't handle it and just exploded."

"The artificers at Evergreen Temple are so unreliable."

Xiao Luoyu complained incessantly.

She was practically disparaging the artificers of Evergreen Temple, making them out to be utterly worthless.

Evergreen Temple wasn't known for its artificing, but it wasn't so bad that it couldn't even produce a decent cauldron.

Daoist Xuanqing shook his head and said, "Luoyu, your demands are too high."

"What artificer would bother figuring out how to make a cauldron sturdier?"

"Your earth-fire pill refining method is too aggressive. I'm afraid only a spirit treasure-grade cauldron could withstand such abuse from you."

Fang Heng listened to their conversation, a realization dawning on him.

The Flash of Inspiration Fate Attribute activated.

A spark of inspiration bloomed in his mind.

Second senior sister's cauldron exploded due to high temperature and high pressure.

High temperature and high pressure—isn't that exactly the reaction condition for Ammonia Synthesis?

Constructing a reactor for Ammonia Synthesis is extremely difficult and highly technologically advanced.

Being able to build an Ammonia Synthesis reactor means being able to build a nuclear submarine.

That's why there's a saying on Earth: "A country that can build nuclear submarines won't go hungry."

Fang Heng wanted to synthesize ammonia to refine chemical fertilizers, but there were two major hurdles:

First, the reactor. Second, the catalyst.

What he saw and heard today gave Fang Heng an idea.

He remembered reading about protagonists in dual-world novels using rice cookers to refine pills.

If a rice cooker can refine pills, then why can't a pill refining cauldron refine fertilizer?

"Second senior sister, I think you're absolutely right."

"It must be that the artificers' craftsmanship is poor, and the cauldrons they produced are substandard."

"So, I'm investing in this project!"

"The Prince's Manor will fund 100,000 taels to help the alchemists of Evergreen Temple improve their skills and produce qualified cauldrons."

"If that's not enough money, I can add more investment."

Daoist Xuanqing was dumbfounded after hearing Fang Heng's words.

His original intention was for Xiao Luoyu to go out and clear her head.

He never expected that Fang Heng and Xiao Luoyu would end up being on the same wavelength.

Xiao Luoyu's bright eyes lit up, and an excited, delighted expression appeared on her pretty face.

The more she looked at Fang Heng, the more satisfied she became.

"Junior Brother, you really understand me."

"Come, let's have a good chat about improving the alchemy furnace."

Xiao Luoyu was full of excitement and abruptly stood up.

Her loose Daoist robe slipped off her shoulders again.

She frowned and complained, "There's something wrong with this Daoist robe; they must have cut corners."

"It always slips down."

Fang Heng glanced at her and thought to himself, The Daoist robe is fine; it's clearly Senior Sister whose shoulders are too slick.

Night fell.

Inside the quaint guest room.

Daoist Xuanqing, tired after a day of work, had a weary look on his face after washing up.

"Heng'er, honestly, I asked him to help Luoyu clear her head."

"But he ended up fooling around with Luoyu instead."

Daoist Xuanqing's tone held a hint of complaint.

The beautiful woman beside him, dressed in a translucent green gauze dress, rolled her eyes at Daoist Xuanqing.

"You're getting senile too."

"Still haven't figured it out yet?"

"Figured out what?"

Daoist Xuanqing, hearing his wife's playful scolding, paused for a moment and looked at his beloved with curious eyes.

The beautiful woman said exasperatedly, "You, as a master, are truly muddled."

"Heng'er's true intention lies elsewhere."

With the beautiful woman's hint, Daoist Xuanqing suddenly understood.

"So... so that's how it is."

"My wife is right."

"Luoyu just doesn't usually dress up. If she tidies herself up, she's also a top-tier beauty."

"That boy Heng'er has sharp eyes. My careful guidance wasn't in vain."

"Careful guidance? What did you teach Heng'er? How to visit brothels?"

The beautiful woman snorted coldly.

Daoist Xuanqing's face changed twice in fright.

"Wife, that's not true. Don't let your imagination run wild."

"My heart only holds you."

"Who's Guanguan? I don't know her."

"Hmph—good that you know what's good for you."

"Tonight, I'm on top!"

In the dim space.

Six figures emanated surging energy.

"What are your Blood Sea Lineage plotting, sending a divine servant to approach Fang Heng?"

"Don't you know that because of the Blood Sea Lineage's exposure, you almost ruined our Path of God Worship's grand plan?"

A cold snort emanated from the ethereal girl's nose.

"Heh heh, what could we be plotting?"

"Once Fang Heng's Sacred Emperor Rice is cultivated and widely promoted, Great Qian will undoubtedly gain a massive increase in its foundation, which is disadvantageous to our six lineages."

"We merely want to prevent the promotion of Sacred Emperor Rice."

A blood-robed elder spoke up.

He didn't mention a word about the oracle.

"Hmph—"

"Idiot!"

"You Blood Sea Lineage only know how to fight and kill."

The ethereal young woman said with a cold voice, extremely displeased.

Provoked repeatedly by the ethereal young woman, the elder of the Blood Sea Lineage showed a murderous glint in his eyes.

"Junior, I advise you not to be presumptuous."

"You only have the right to attend today's gathering because you are the White Lotus Saintess."

"Otherwise, killing you would be as easy as eating and drinking for this old man."

The ethereal young woman's aura was not weak. She raised her delicate brows, her tone quite playful.

"Oh?"

"You can try."

"Cough, cough!"

"Gentlemen, please calm down. We are here today to discuss how to deal with Great Qian's promotion of Sacred Emperor Rice."

The spokesperson for the Eternal Life Lineage interrupted the two.

This person appeared young, no different from a young man in his early twenties.

However, the aura emanating from him was heavy with the decay of old age, his deathly pallor comparable to an old man about to pass away.

As the Eternal Life Lineage stepped in to mediate, the Blood Sea elder slightly lowered his stance.

"White Lotus Saintess, then according to you, what should we do?"

"Are we just going to watch Great Qian promote Sacred Emperor Rice?"

"If Sacred Emperor Rice is grown by Great Qian, can't we grow it too?"

"The divine domains we control are far more numerous than those of the Great Qian imperial family."

The divine domains the ethereal young woman referred to were the small worlds within the Ancient Eerie Temple.

The Path of God Worship believes in evil gods and cultivates divine nature.

They are far superior to cultivators of the other three lineages in sensing and occupying secret realms within the Ancient Eerie Temple.

At the same time, the ethereal young woman cursed the Blood Sea Lineage inwardly.

People from the Blood Sea Lineage must have cultivated themselves into brain damage.

All they know is fighting and killing all day long.

Sacred Emperor Rice is a good medicine for Great Qian, capable of increasing its foundation.

Isn't it the same for their Path of God Worship?

"Sacred Emperor Rice is of great importance, and that dog emperor will surely guard it strictly."

"It won't be easy to get our hands on Sacred Emperor Rice."

"Once Great Qian completes its promotion, if we follow up then, we'll be at a disadvantage."

"What's so difficult about that?"

The ethereal young woman said lightly, drawing glances from the others.

"White Lotus Saintess, what brilliant plan do you have?"

"Sacred Emperor Rice will eventually be promoted, and the various princes will certainly get it first."

"Your White Lotus Lineage is skilled at manipulating people's hearts."

"Could it be that you've already manipulated a certain prince?"

"Manipulate a prince? It's not that easy."

"If a prince cultivates the God Worship method, they definitely won't escape Emperor Yuanchu's notice."

The ethereal young woman shook her head, then changed the subject.

"However, Shang Hongye is coming to the capital to choose a husband."

"As far as I know, Shang Hongye has no particular hobbies, except for her obsession with military strategy."

"All the military treatises from across the Northern Border have been collected by her."

"If we release this news, the various princes will certainly scramble to collect military strategies."

"White Lotus Saintess, do you mean exchanging military strategies for Sacred Emperor Rice?"

"But among our six lineages, none are skilled in military strategy."

The ethereal young woman did not answer immediately, but instead turned her head to look at a black coffin not far away.

The pitch-black coffin floated silently in mid-air.

It was deathly still, chilling, and ominous…

It gave off an extremely eerie feeling.

"You, from the Corpse Mountain Lineage, have excavated so many ancient cultivator corpses. Don't tell me there aren't any Military School practitioners among them."

After a brief silence, a hoarse voice emanated from within the black coffin.

"The military strategies, leave them to our Corpse Mountain Lineage."

"That's good. We six lineages are connected and should work together; no one should act on their own initiative again."

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

All five people agreed to the White Lotus Saintess's method.

But as for those words, "connected and working together"…

All six of them were sneering inwardly.

If they truly believed those words, "connected and working together," they probably wouldn't even know how they died.

Divinity is indestructible; it can only be transferred.

Don't be fooled by how amicably the six of them were conversing now.

In reality, each of the six saw the others as "delicacies."

Should anyone show weakness, the other five would pounce.

Outer Realm Evil Gods are as numerous as cattle, so why are there only six lineages of the Path of God Worship left now?

Most of them were devoured by the current six Outer Realm Gods.

Three days later.

Dozens of people, riding tall Dragon Colts, entered Yujing City with an imposing air.

The one leading them, dressed in silver armor, was a woman disguised as a man, looking valiant and spirited.

Someone with sharp eyes shouted.

"General Shang has entered the capital!"

The news of Shang Hongye's arrival in the capital spread like wildfire throughout Yujing City.

After the Left Prime Minister left the capital, Yujing City, which had been peaceful for only a few days, once again saw undercurrents stirring.