Chapter 465: 344: Sweeping the Battlefield with Firearms, Creating a Printer Factory_4

Chapter 465: Chapter 344: Sweeping the Battlefield with Firearms, Creating a Printer Factory_4

The “Life Divine Seed” can certainly be cured, but Yang Genshuo no longer had a third one.

Thinking of this, he looked at Yang Fujian.

“Don’t fail your father’s expectations…”

Yang Fujian became even more diligent every day, practicing swordplay and cultivation, and had not slept in six years.

Seeing his almost crazed state, Yang Genshuo sighed.

He threw him a “Blessing: Calming Heart” that lasted one year.

[Incense -365]

[Manifestation]

“Cultivation must be balanced with relaxation to avoid falling into madness…”

Yang Fujian glanced at the sky; it was the first time he had seen instructions from the ancestors since he received the ancestor’s reward six years ago.

“Fujian pays respect to the ancestor!”

He knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times toward the sky.

Yang Fujian was the most reserved and polite among the children of the Yang Family.

Every time he spoke with the ancestor, he would kneel and listen, treasuring this hard-earned opportunity for dialogue.

And he had almost never actively called upon the ancestor himself.

“Child just… feels some distress, hating that I don’t have the ability to find such a treasure for father. Aside from dedicating myself to cultivation, child doesn’t know what else to do.”

The hardened leader of the Martial Cultivation Sect of the Danai Dynasty, Yang Fujian, showed his vulnerable side only in front of the ancestor.

He was somewhat lost.

He could only numb himself with constant cultivation.

“You still haven’t taken my words to heart. Last time I asked you to find a daoist couple, yet six years have passed and you’re still unmarried? Do you want to anger your ancestor to death?”

“Child doesn’t dare! Child is just… just thinking of becoming stronger… even stronger, and then find a daoist couple after reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage.”

“Don’t obsess over realms, it’s not too late to get married first. Your mother… she’s also looking forward to your marriage.”

Yang Shi had aged, so had Liu Zihan… With even lower talents and not diligently practicing Martial Arts, Liu Zihan hadn’t even reached the Divinity Realm, now being merely a congenital grandmaster.

At 104 years old, her vitality was declining, with no more progress possible.

Her lifespan was almost at its end.

At this, Yang Fujian’s eyes reddened.

“Child understands, I will marry this year.”

Yang Genshuo sighed and withdrew his spiritual sense from the Immortal Cultivation World.

“All is inferior, only Immortal Cultivation is supreme.”

“What’s all this struggle for if not for a longer lifespan?”

“Everyone talks about becoming immortal, but isn’t it all for the longing of eternal life?”

Through this journey, Yang Genshuo felt that all the affairs of the world were but passing clouds, and only the path to longevity was everlasting.

“In the future, strengthen the security level, the company has grown big, and I can’t take care of everything everywhere.”

Also, for the orchard in Southeast Asia, he decided not to send Tian Zhe there anymore.

It’d be fine to arrange another reliable person to oversee it; it was just for form’s sake, and there was no need to put a brother in danger.

After going out on this trip, Yang Genshuo gained a new appreciation for how much safer things were domestically.

If someone wanted to mess with your company at home,

At most they’d steal your company’s seal and then water your money tree to death.

Abroad… they’re really out for your life…

“It’s too insecure out there!”

Yang Genshuo said this while scanning the tanks, drones, missile vehicles, and various warheads stored in his storage ring.

These were supplies for the battlefield to the west, intended for the state to use in war.

The quantity was immense!

Yang Genshuo estimated that this supply could enable both sides to maintain peace for at least half a month.

Without supplies, what would they fight with?

“Please call me the Peace Envoy.”

After getting off the plane, Yang Genshuo returned to his manor, feeling exceptionally comfortable.

He resumed his routine life.

After living in his place for a week, Yang Guohua and Li Xiufeng decided to leave, despite Yang Genshuo’s strong urging for them to stay.

But Li Xiufeng gently smiled and said,

“Xiaoshuo, although your place is nice, and it has everything, it’s not home for your dad and me, without our neighbors. We belong to that little village for our whole lives, that’s where our roots are, and we feel more at ease there.”

“Alright, enough with the nonsense. Xiaoshuo, your mom wants to go back and play mahjong, and I want to go back and fish with my buddies. Can’t sit still any longer, let’s go, let’s go!”

Yang Guohua was carrying the fishing rod worth 50,000 that Yang Genshuo had bought for him, and could barely suppress the smile on his lips.

He just wanted to go back and have a good fishing session with his brothers.

Show them that it was only because of a poor rod that he used to come back empty-handed before, but now… With a 50,000 rod, he would never come back empty-handed again!

Absolutely not!

Seeing this, Yang Genshuo also laughed and ceased his efforts to persuade them to stay.

“Fine, if my dad says so… then I’ll have Brother Wang send you back.”

The old couple had been fed a few kidney-strengthening and body-nourishing elixirs over the past few days by him, making them at least 20 years younger, as vigorous as a middle-aged person just in their forties, thinking more clearly and with abundant energy.

Moreover, with the Protective Magical Artifact he had given them, they would basically be out of harm’s way in the country.

After sending his parents away, Yang Genshuo arranged for Guo Xiaozhi to buy a plot of land back in his hometown and build a small villa to improve their living conditions.

Then he began to get busy with his own affairs.

“First of all, I need to set up a factory…”

In the game over the past few years, Yang Fu and his daughter Yang Qiangjin had sold all 80 of the “Heavenly Mechanism Talismans” they first made, averaging 700 mid-grade Spirit Stones each, making a total of 56,000 mid-grade Spirit Stones!

It was a fortune that would drive even a Golden Core cultivator crazy!

This proved that the path to mechanized talisman printing could succeed!

After this initial accumulation of Spirit Stones, Yang Genshuo did not plan to have the Yang Family sell “Heavenly Mechanism Talismans” continuously for a short while, fearing it would draw too much attention, and the price was also dropping.

Lie low for a few years, cool down the market, and sell again when this batch of merchandise was almost all consumed.

Hunger marketing.

But printing talismans won’t stop!

Because if he could make “Heavenly Mechanism Talismans,” he could just as well follow this process and make all sorts of other talismans!

“Since the rupture of the Demon Realm in 20 years is inevitable, let me arm the Yang Family!”

“Printer factory, activate!”