Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Immortal Ascension Assembly Cannot Stop

"Have you prepared the things I asked for?"

Suddenly, Wang Mu looked at Li Yuanhua and asked.

Li Yuanhua replied respectfully, "They are already prepared!"

Wang Mu nodded. "Leave some people here to keep watch. As soon as anyone comes out alive, send the items to them!"

"Should we send them to everyone?"

"Send them to everyone!"

"Yes!"

Although this secret realm had already opened twice, most of its treasures and opportunities had already been plundered.

However, for those low-level cultivators, a vast amount of fortune still remained.

Even the slightest fraction of the collection left by a peak Nascent Soul stage Jiaolong clan powerhouse could play a tremendous role in the hands of Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and even Golden Core cultivators.

One could easily imagine that if those cultivators managed to emerge from the secret realm alive, the majority of them would experience a sudden surge in cultivation within a short period.

Investing in them offered a very high rate of return.

Of course, there was also one paramount priority!

"Also, keep an eye out for one specific person!" Wang Mu raised his hand and gently twirled his fingers. A wisp of spiritual aura slowly materialized. Li Yuanhua took it and carefully sensed it, confirming that it belonged to a human cultivator whose cultivation level shouldn't be very high.

"If you find him coming out, give this storage bag to him!"

Wang Mu produced an empty storage bag and began filling it with items.

Two Seaborne Dragon Pearls.

Two bottles of Nirvana Pills capable of preserving one's life at a critical moment!

Then came a full hundred superior-grade spirit stones, piled like a mountain and brimming with dense spiritual energy.

"Young Master, who is this person..." Li Yuanhua's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he asked with utter confusion.

"You don't need to worry about that! Just deliver the items directly into his hands. If he asks or refuses, tell him that we are running out of time!" Wang Mu instructed.

"Yes!"

"Remember, you must deliver the items personally into his hands and watch him accept them!"

"Understood, this old servant will handle this personally!" Seeing Wang Mu's solemn expression, Li Yuanhua took a deep breath and answered earnestly.

"Mm."

...

Although Wang Mu had already established his strategy of cost-effective investment, encountering a Son of Fortune meant he should invest whenever possible.

After all, the returns were truly exceptional.

By now, he had already maxed out his investment progress with little囡囡 (Xiao Nannan).

If he could also max out the investment progress for Lin Yan,

the cultivation effect rebates from both Sons of Fortune would be added to himself, which, combined with the hundreds of millions of cultivators across the world, would give Wang Mu much greater peace of mind.

In the future, even if he had to face revenge from several Sons of Fortune, he might not be entirely without the power to fight back.

...

The duration of the secret realm was unpredictable.

Two or three months was a completely normal occurrence.

Naturally, Wang Mu could not stay here indefinitely. Having arranged the investment matters, he mounted the golden lion and flew back to the Tianjue Island Foundation headquarters.

"Young Master, the Immortal Ascension Assemblies for the first batch of one hundred outer-ring islands have all been concluded! We are currently preparing for the second batch you designated..."

Nie Tingting had changed into a dress today that accentuated her figure. Her breasts were full and prominent, and her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, possessing a distinct charm.

Standing on Wang Mu's right side, she leaned forward slightly, hesitation written across her face.

Wang Mu smiled faintly. "Go on!"

Nie Tingting said, "Well, the Foundation's funds are running a bit low. We might need to temporarily slow down the pace of the Immortal Ascension Assemblies!"

The second batch of outer-ring islands designated by Wang Mu numbered as many as a thousand.

Although they were outer-ring islands whose area and resources could not compare to inner-ring islands like Tianjue Island, and the resources required for a single island were far less, the sheer quantity was there.

If they were to cover all of them, the required funding would be an astronomical figure.

In recent days, thanks to the steadily rising reputation of the Langya Foundation, the revenues across the chamber of commerce had also been increasing.

However, only one percent of those revenues was allocated to the Foundation.

It was simply insufficient to sustain the expenses of holding Immortal Ascension Assemblies across a thousand islands simultaneously.

"The Immortal Ascension Assemblies cannot be stopped!" Wang Mu said decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.

This was his foundation.

Once he slowed the pace, his cultivation growth rate would inevitably be affected.

Nie Tingting bit her rosy lips and suggested, "Then perhaps you should consider whether we need to mobilize funds from the chamber of commerce and inject them into the Foundation?"

Given Wang Mu's status, a single command from him

would make it quite easy to transfer funds from the chamber of commerce to support the Foundation's operations.

However, Wang Mu had no intention of doing so for the time being.

Allocating one percent of the chamber of commerce's sales to the Foundation was a ratio he hadn't decided on a whim.

Rather, it was the optimal distribution ratio calculated after serious consideration,

after deducting the chamber of commerce's operational and labor costs, ensuring that the revenues of all parties remained unaffected.

Once that ratio was exceeded,

it would mean the chamber of commerce's operational status would slip into an unhealthy mode.

In the short term, out of respect for his status, few would complain, and many would simply give face.

But over time, that might not hold true.

Although his grandmother, Nalan Rongyun, could hold down the fort, her lifelong reputation was untarnished, and Wang Mu did not want her to be criticized behind her back because of him.

Things had not yet reached a desperate juncture.

...

"Do not stop the Immortal Ascension Assemblies. Expand however you need to; I will figure out the money side of things!"

Wang Mu said calmly.

Nie Tingting responded respectfully.

Wang Mu flipped through the mountain of papers on his desk, picked out one of them, stored it away in his spatial ring, and stood up to leave.

"Prepare the carriage, we are heading to the Northern Nether Sacred Land!"

...

God-Forging Island.

Ranked as one of the thirty-six core immortal islands of the Northern Sea.

Beneath this island lay the largest submarine volcano in the Northern Sea, where subterranean fires surged and spiritual veins were astonishingly powerful.

Influenced by the formidable array formations of the Northern Nether Sacred Land,

the surrounding fire veins were intensely condensed to achieve perfect utilization.

Whether for alchemy or weapon refining, this place was hailed as a supreme blessed land.

And indeed, facts bore this out.

The island was divided in two: the southern part belonged to the Weapon Refining Pavilion of the Northern Nether Sacred Land, and the northern part belonged to the Alchemy Pavilion, distinct and clearly separated.

Of course, not every disciple of the Weapon Refining Pavilion or Alchemy Pavilion had the opportunity to refine weapons or concoct pills on God-Forging Island.

Only the pavilion masters and a small number of prestigious elders could reside here permanently.

As for the disciples, only core disciples were granted the opportunity to practice here once every certain period.

Ordinary disciples could only cultivate on other islands within the inner ring.

...

The golden lion radiated an overwhelming spiritual might as it just landed on God-Forging Island, instantly drawing countless gazes.

"Hiss... That great villain Wang is here!"

"Why is he here again? Which pavilion is he targeting this time?"

"I beg you, please don't come to our Alchemy Pavilion! We finally managed to refine a furnace of fifth-grade Dongming Pills, you must not ruin them again!"

"..."

As Wang Mu walked across the island, every sacred land disciple who caught sight of him wore a look of terror, fleeing in panic as if they had run into a plague god.

He felt a slight trace of awkwardness.

The sacred land disciples lived in seclusion, mostly detached from worldly affairs and dedicated solely to cultivation, paying little attention to outside matters.

Their impression of him was still shaped by the reputation left behind by his predecessor.