Chapter 962 - 962 31 Nurturing All Beings_3

Chapter 962: Chapter 31 Nurturing All Beings_3 Chapter 962: Chapter 31 Nurturing All Beings_3 “The situation is still unclear; we might as well hold the fort here for now.”

“What nonsense about holding the fort, it’s just three Evil Gods.”

Yao Wudi said impatiently,

“If we’re going, let’s hurry up and stop being so pretentious, lest we regret missing out on seizing the Dao Secret and slap our thighs in frustration.”

Yao Wudi’s words didn’t anger Song Dongyang and Tang Ji; they exchanged glances and then nodded appreciatively.

Without Guardian Leader Yao’s nod, neither dared to leave their posts on a whim.

They both bowed towards Yao Wudi.

Then Song Dongyang produced a fiery red bead, his expression embarrassed yet eager, and apologetically said to Wang Ba,

“Martial Nephew Wang, I’m afraid we have to trouble you once more.

The dungeon that Guardian Leader Yao brought back contains not only thirty million mortals, but also Incense-burning Dao Cultivators and numerous resources.

Keep an eye out, among these items, I noticed quite a few I haven’t seen before.

If you’re unsure about anything, just hold on to it.”

Wang Ba fell into a brief silence, then nodded emphatically.

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This was indeed going to be taxing work.

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But there was no helping it; he was from Diwu Hall, and as the Right Enforcer of Diwu Hall, it was his inescapable duty to undertake such arduous tasks.

“Hmm, even Master Song has mentioned that there are quite a few items he hasn’t seen before, it seems reasonable for me to be uncertain about more things…”

Just then, Tang Ji suddenly said to Song Dongyang,

“By the way, I heard that Hu Zaixi and Ling Weizi are currently in Sen State, investigating the previous disappearance of cultivators.

It’s a good opportunity to call on them, let’s join forces to snatch the Dao Secret…

”

“Martial Uncle Tang, did you say Martial Uncle Hu and Martial Uncle Ling Weizi also went to Sen State?”

Wang Ba was somewhat surprised and couldn’t help but interject.

Tang Ji looked at Wang Ba, puzzled, and nodded,

“Yes, what about it?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

Hearing the names of these two Martial Uncles while being away from the Sect, a flash of joy crossed Wang Ba’s mind, and he couldn’t help but want to join Song Dongyang and the others on a trip to Sen State.

However, firstly, he had finally got the chance to be with his master, and secondly, with Song Dongyang, the Vice Hall Master away, if he, the Right Enforcer, were also absent and resources in the dungeon ran into any trouble, it would be difficult to explain to the Sect.

After hesitating for a while, he finally shook his head.

But sincerely said, “I wish the two Martial Uncles victory!”

“Haha!

Thanks for the kind words!”

Song Dongyang and Tang Ji didn’t waste any more time and promptly returned to the Ghost Market to step onto the Teleportation Array.

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“Thirty million mouths to feed…”

In the temporary imperial palace below Yuhuang Peak,

Wang Ba looked at the sheets spread out in front of him with a headache, filled with various numbers.

Those numbers recorded the various supplies needed to feed this number of people.

He felt a wave of bitterness in his heart.

Yao Wudi had captured these people effortlessly, but figuring out where to house them turned into a big problem.

Food and water were only the most basic necessities.

Then there was clothing, housing, organizing labor, and so on.

If they were saved, they couldn’t just be ignored.

The thing was, all their resources were aimed at cultivators; there really wasn’t much for mortals.

And that led to another issue.

For example, food supplies.

Food takes time to grow.

But there wasn’t much stored food in the Pearl Dungeon, and the little there was would only last for a few days when divided among thirty million people.

If no food arrived after a few days, these mortals would starve to death.

Wang Ba furrowed his brows and wrote a series of numbers on the sheets in front of him:

“The top priority now is to resolve the food problem.

We have already set the mortals to farming in the dungeon and specially invited cultivators to induce rain and bring in sunlight to speed up the growth of crops, but we still need to survive for two months…”

“A stone of food supply is enough for an adult for about sixty days, so for thirty million people, taking into account the old and young, it means we need between twenty to thirty million stones of food to last these two months…”

“Furthermore, to cook this food, we also need a massive amount of firewood…”

The more he calculated, the more overwhelmed he became.

“No wonder Martial Uncle Song was so eager to leave; this matter is a headache for him too.”

Wang Ba shook his head helplessly.

Cultivators naturally have ways to go without a grain of rice for two months.

For instance, the Fasting Pill.

But even the Wanxiang Sect couldn’t possibly produce thirty million Fasting Pills all at once.

And even if they could, it was unrealistic to actually use them for mortals.

Sometimes you just have to admit that although everyone says mortals are important,

when it comes to the allocation of resources, cultivators are still undeniably given priority.

Memories of buying grain at East Saint Sect suddenly flooded his mind.

Wang Ba contemplated,

“Grain…

it seems we can only rely on the local sects to find a solution.”

As local powerhouses, these sects may not match the Cultivation Realm or combat power of the All Appearance Sect Cultivators,

but there are ways unique to them, and these local sects have more contact with mortals; they may just have some methods.

And the sects native to Chen State certainly wouldn’t dare defy the powerful support of the Wanxiang Sect.

Some were even proactively approaching, showing goodwill.

Two days later.

“Mistress Shi Taihe, Sect Master of the Jiuling Sect, pays her respects to the great and virtuous Master Wang of the All Appearance Upper Sect!”

An elderly cultivator stood in front of Wang Ba, bowing deeply with the utmost respect.

“Mistress Shi Taihe?”

Wang Ba looked at the elderly man before him and, hearing this name, felt a strange and complex array of emotions wash over him for a moment.