Chapter 1060 - 147: Harvest—Sword Casting Manor’s Windfall!
True Immortal Momei wrapped herself up from head to toe and started attacking other Immortal Sects.
"That’s the third True Immortal Sect." She patted her money pouch at her waist, a smug grin spreading across her face.
Even between True Immortals, there are gaps.
A True Immortal like her, at Tenth Layer Great Perfection, is clearly a whole tier above the average Low Tier True Immortal.
Those ordinary True Immortal Sects can’t even beat a single True Immortal-level Beast Taming beast under her command.
"We’re making bank."
She took a deep breath, movements swift and decisive.
Unlike Ning Zheng, who was mostly raiding Celestial Immortal Marketplaces, True Immortal Momei only hit True Immortal powers.
Her main slogan: rob only the high-end!
In no time, the money in her pouch had already surpassed Ning Zheng’s.
As a top-grade True Immortal, her haul today was destined to be richer than Ning Zheng’s.
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The Immortal Realm was in total chaos.
Among the forces under the thirteen Immortal Venerate giants, quite a few True Immortals in Core positions had been secretly taken out and turned into Painters.
And the other top-grade True Immortals who weren’t part of the giant Immortal Venerate Sects were all sharp as hell, masking their faces and jumping in to loot while the fire was raging.
The entire Immortal Realm, under the waves stirred up by these greedy True Immortals, grew ever more chaotic.
If they’d gone all out to help, the Immortal Realm would probably have calmed down very quickly.
But hearts are greedy. The low-tier commoners and Cultivators having problems, getting infected—what’s that got to do with them?
Mortals are like straw; in a few decades you grow a new batch.
To the lofty True Immortals, the death of the people at the bottom is just death.
On the level of life itself, the gap between the two sides is like humans versus the lush weeds by the roadside.
Do you care how many blades of grass you crush walking past a patch of weeds?
Even if a mountain fire burns down a whole forest and countless weeds die, a True Immortal at most sighs that burning a mountain wastes resources—but give it a few decades and that charred mountain will be green again.
"Next Marketplace."
True Immortal Momei moved extremely fast.
And the Night Emperor was inwardly ecstatic:
Stick with a big shot, and you eat ten meals a day!
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Boom!
In another Marketplace.
Screams and shrieks of terror spread along the streets.
Suddenly, waves and waves of golden Firewood flames swept out, burning through all the Pseudo-humans and Painters on the streets.
Xin Xichen and the others were laughing:
"It’s all mine, all ours. The Painter stirred up chaos, and gods know how many powers got the hint and jumped in to loot while the fire was hot—we’re just one of them!"
Cursed and the others were also madly ransacking every shop, specifically targeting those famous Immortal Venerate-owned chains.
Murder and arson bring golden belts; they were set for resources now!
True Immortal, within reach.
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On the other side.
Ear stalk buds blossomed into ear-flower soldiers one by one, starting to attack various Celestial Immortal Marketplaces, while Jiu Shui was quietly looting Sect after Sect.
This was the life he wanted.
He’d never proactively gone out to earn resources before, not just because he was afraid the Painter would find him again in the Immortal Realm and bring him extra trouble.
It was also because he understood the Painter—this guy loves to paint; he paints Immortal Venerates, paints Powerhouses...
So of course he’d find a way to make the Immortal Venerates start moving.
Only when the Immortal Venerates make a move can he slip in from the shadows and paint his scrolls.
So, the world was bound for great chaos; the Painter was bound to spread double disasters and kick off a grand Tribulation.
All he had to do was wait until then to start earning resources.
Convenient, and he wouldn’t get locked onto by the Painter again.
"No matter how good an ordinary person’s methods are, without a status high enough, who’s going to care about you? Who’s going to listen when you say ’let’s join hands and scheme against the Immortal Realm’? You don’t even get past the threshold."
Jiu Shui let out a long sigh:
"The Painter is a lifeform born of Xian."
"His roots are extraordinary, an intent born from a prehistoric shell; in essence, he’s no different from the current Immortal Venerates."
"There are only a few dozen tombs of the three Immortal Venerates in all the Heavens."
"But Xian’s tombs have fallen like stars, numbering in the tens of thousands, even millions."
"Both sides are lives born from the corpses of ancient Immortal Venerates; Xian’s corpse is obviously higher, so naturally the Painter’s origins are nobler than those Immortal Venerates’."
Though Jiu Shui had no right to know the true history, he could guess a rough outline and had dug up a few pieces.
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A day of chaos finally came to an end.
As dusk fell, this day was marked down in Immortal Realm history.
Countless people were drowning in wealth; countless others were ruined.
Ning Zheng also wrapped up a full day of hard work, having robbed more than three hundred Marketplaces—this was the most exhausting day of his cultivation career.
The blacksmiths had raided two True Immortal Sects and brought two batches of friends back to Chongshan Town for placement.
A bunch of blacksmiths happily counted their spoils.
Ning Zheng’s Xirong Manor ushered in the greatest harvest in its history.
The next morning at dawn.
Order returned; the Immortal Venerates immediately began quelling the chaos, reclaiming land through various means and reestablishing order.
But one piece of news still came out:
The Immortal Venerates had been injured and delayed for a full day by all sorts of methods.
This news was spread intentionally, stirring a fair bit of panic and causing the Immortal Venerates’ Invincible image to start collapsing.
The blacksmiths, upon hearing it, exclaimed that this was badass.
On the Forum, all kinds of big shots posted and analyzed.
[Holy shit, the Painter is insane—taking point on the charge and even making the Immortal Realm eat losses.]
[It’s not like there are only those few Immortal Venerates from the thirteen Civilizations; the Immortal Realm at most is a superpower. Other strong Civilizations have Immortal Venerates too—small nations. It’s an "one hegemon, many strong" situation.]
[The Netherworld is said to be a force jointly opened up by Immortal Venerates from other Civilizations, meant to match the Immortal Realm. It’s much smaller, and has always wanted tourists to come work there, but sadly, everyone only recognizes the "Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou" Immortal Realm.]
[For this little city called Netherworld to become an international metropolis, the road is long and hard—but this wave made them famous, so I bet plenty of Immortals will go work there? Boost the economy?]
[Work with what, exactly? The Netherworld doesn’t have Immortal Veins; you can’t mine there.]
[You don’t get it; you can still do Alchemy. As long as the population grows, the economy will grow.]
[How about you think instead about how to develop our Ghost Realm that’s on par with the Netherworld—we’re going to form our own Realm too, jie jie.]
[The Immortal Realm has already felt the terror of us Nine-State Cave Dwellers.]
[The Immortal Realm is about to be covered in tombs—they’ll become Cave Dwellers themselves.]
[Hahaha! Just imagining their style suddenly flipping makes me want to laugh!]
[Immortal Realm Immortal Venerate: Painter, you have corrupted the simple folk customs of my Immortal Realm—you are seeking death!]
On the Forum, countless people were heatedly discussing.
They’d earned too much, gotten too rich!
This one-day windfall had the blacksmiths beside themselves with joy.
By their calculations, this wave of launching their blacksmith Children was now guaranteed.
They could raise a massive Human Immortal Puppet Character Team.
And the various other resources they’d gained were no small amount.
Ning Zheng had emptied more than three hundred Celestial Immortal Marketplaces; the resources weren’t top-tier, but the vaults of two True Immortal Sects held plenty of good stuff—top-grade Treasure at True Immortal level.
Sword Casting Manor.
Ning Zheng arrived in the manor’s treasure vault and watched several thousand excited blacksmiths counting every kind of material like warehouse clerks.
"Sir, our net profit is at least over a billion Upper Grade Immortal Stones."
Jiucai Rong said, "It looks a bit low, but there’s nothing we can do; these Sects’ fixed assets—their land, buildings, Spirit Veins, grand formations—make up over sixty percent of their total wealth, and you can’t haul that off in a single day."
Ning Zheng nodded; that was perfectly normal.
Beside him, the Night Mad Cultivator added, "We can’t get cocky. According to the Night Emperor’s secret intel, True Immortal Momei alone pulled in over three billion Upper Grade Immortal Stones in one wave—twice the total assets of the Ink Plum Immortal Sect!"
True Immortal Momei had been developing for so long, and her entire net worth was only around a billion Upper Grade Immortal Stones.
Now she’d earned twice her total assets in a single day, and she was over the moon.
The other top-grade True Immortals’ hauls were probably also higher than Ning Zheng’s.
You could only say that this kind of stroke of fortune is extremely rare even in the history of the Immortal Realm—something you can’t seek out, only stumble into.