Chapter 1024 This is my East China Sea
The tentacles of Tushan Atrium are spread throughout the Western Desert.
The first thing to start is naturally to build the first, second and third level teleportation arrays relying on the spiritual veins of various places.
The third-level teleportation array refers to the short-distance teleportation array that teleports within a thousand kilometers, and is mostly used by middle- and low-level monks.
The second-level teleportation array refers to the long-range teleportation array within the range of 3,000 kilometers to 30,000 kilometers.
The first-level teleportation array refers to the cross-domain teleportation array, which can transport people from the Western Desert to the Northern Plains. It must rely on fifth-level spiritual veins to build. It is expensive to use and requires strict approval. Generally, only Nascent Soul and above monks can use.
Currently, what is being built in the Tushan Atrium is the second and third level teleportation arrays. As for the first-level teleportation array, Jiang Ding will do it himself and use the Xianmen prefabricated arrays to lay them in the Holy Land of Snow Mountain.
The teleportation arrays built in various places are expensive and require more than fifty years of tax revenue from the entire Northern Plains.
But it's necessary.
This represents Tushan Atrium's actual control over the Western Desert.
If there were no teleportation arrays in various places, the army of monks would have to march from the Northern Plains to the Western Desert for more than ten years, and the search and tracking of the enemy would take another several decades. It would take hundreds of years to go back and forth.
The daylilies were cold by then.
In this case, the so-called rule was out of the question, and the only option was to enact de facto enfeoffment and appoint Nascent Soul monks to manage various places on their behalf. As long as taxes were paid, the implementation of Tushan Law was usually satisfactory.
Naturally, Jiang Ding couldn't accept this.
Poor traffic conditions not only make it difficult to govern, but also make it difficult to promote the exchange of goods and technology. Beiyuan and West Desert are nominally managed by Tushan Atrium, but in fact due to geographical restrictions, they have become two independent economies. The advantages of Xiandao Industry cannot be used at all.
This would put a huge dent in his wallet.
The feudal sect of Immortal Dao, no matter how brutal and cruel it is, can't squeeze out much oil and water. What's more, he is still a tolerant and kind-hearted person, so he will get even less.
Therefore, it is necessary to establish a fairy industry in this small world, even if it is only based on the primary processing fairy industry under the fairy system.
Otherwise, no grand blueprint plan can be discussed.
"Fall!"
Jiang Ding stood on the top of the Snow Mountain, on a bird's nest as big as a mountain, made of various spiritual black ices.
He pinched the magic weapon in his hand, and large cauldrons, copper nails and other arrays flew in all directions, determining the earth's veins, sorting out the spiritual energy, and dividing yin and yang.
There are not many arrays, only tens of thousands of them. Compared to the millions of arrays of all levels that the Six Dao Sect set up, the atmosphere was much worse.
This is because Jiang Ding's requirements are not high.
Jiang Ding spent several months carefully studying the Mountain-Suppressing Ice Soul Divine Light Formation of the Western Desert Demon Clan Dynasty. He found that it was also quite simple, so he modified it himself and customized a batch of formations in Xianmen. I just started building the device myself and am now in the final step.
Buzz!
As the last ice crystal cauldron fell, tens of thousands of kilometers of heaven and earth spiritual energy and earth veins stabilized, and mysterious formations spread in all directions.
"Fifth level low-grade, Ice Soul Divine Light Sword Formation!"
"Well, it's a bit nondescript. It seems to be worse than the original ice soul divine light array of the Western Desert Demon Clan Dynasty..."
Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness and sword intention scanned the four directions, carefully checking and accepting, and his face turned slightly red.
He had previously ridiculed the Bingfeng clan's formation inheritance, saying that they were so clumsy that they were indeed a barbaric and ignorant demon clan, only suitable for body training and unable to do such delicate work.
I didn’t expect that if I tried it myself, it would be worse than others!
"This is definitely not a problem with my formation level!"
Jiang Ding's blush flashed away and disappeared quickly, and he said confidently: "This plan is the most cost-effective. It only costs more than one billion low-grade spiritual stones, and there is a usable fifth-level low-grade formation."
"Such saving, such frugality is simply a genius design!"
"The beauty of this formation lies in its cost control. Most people can't see it and have some misunderstandings. I'm too lazy to argue with him..."
Jiang Ding rambled on, saying things that people couldn't understand.
After finishing his work, Jiang Ding looked everywhere, threw a jade sword, and landed at the core of the formation.
This is a fourth-level spiritual sword with a ray of his divine will. It contains some necessary memories and is used to guard the Holy Land of the Snowy Mountains and to control the formations of the Snowy Mountains to deal with the enemy when necessary. It is similar to the previous generation of the Great Sun Swordsman Ming Guangziliu. The ray of spiritual thought in the Great Sun Sword Sect is similar. This wisp of jade sword divine thought combined with the fifth-level low-grade ice soul sword formation is pretty good against a monk in the early stage of becoming a god, at least he won't lose.
This is just right, enough.
It is either impossible to raise the standards any further, or it will result in losses, which violates the immortal principle centered on economic construction.
"The core of this mountain peak is the fifth-level spiritual vein. It cannot be wasted. We have to create a fifth-level spiritual medicine garden, a spiritual beast garden, etc..."
Jiang Ding has had too many hard times and has saved a lot.
He sent an order to Masamune and asked them to deal with it.
In other words, with the conquest of the Western Desert Demon Clan Dynasty, Tushan Atrium gathered some tree demons, flower demons, ginseng demons, grass demons and other spiritual plant monsters.
Those who cannibalize people are naturally put to death, while those who do not cannibalize mostly join the Nong Sect and belong to the Nong Sect leader Jiuyuan Lingshenwa. They are very good at cultivating spiritual plants.
Chun Sanwa, the leader of the Nong Sect, confidently told Jiang Ding that with these elite soldiers and generals, the agricultural output of Beiyuan will increase by at least 20% in the coming year. As these spiritual plant monsters practice Nong Sect magic, the output will also increase. More.
These spiritual plant monsters have expertise in this area.
Jiang Ding did not ignore the taxation that was the cornerstone of agriculture. He retrieved relevant information and studied it carefully.
For now, many spiritual plant monsters have their hearts set on Tushan Zhongting, and there is no need to wait for their fortunes to be clear in a few generations.
Because in the West Desert Demon Clan Dynasty, the dominant demon clans are the Bingfeng Clan and the six royal families, so many spirit-planted demon beasts are on the fringes.
Being on the fringe of a force like the West Desert Demon Clan Dynasty, where the weak and the strong prey on the strong, is a terrible thing.
Many demon clan royals don't care whether you are a member of the demon clan or not. In their view, many spiritual plant demon beasts are blood-eating slaves that are no different from humans. Sometimes they are even more delicious, and it is common for them to eat them alive.
‘Monster clan’, this racial identity is too illusory.
Demons without a royal family would think that weak demons such as pig demons and grass demons are the same kind as themselves. They are the same race. They are just food on the dinner plate. There is no difference.
The racial conflicts within the demon clan are huge, not much worse than those of the human clan.
Now, these spiritual plant monsters have joined the Tushan Atrium, enjoying the same treatment as monks, and instantly felt like they were in heaven.
"Be careful,"
"The Agricultural Sect must pay attention to the training of human agricultural monks and must ensure that more than 50% of agricultural talents come from the human race."
Jiang Ding gave instructions.
It's not racist - well, it is.
Tushan Atrium must ensure that the human race will not be controlled by others in agriculture, the weapon refining industry and other places. The monks of all races can only add icing on the cake. This is the principle.
What’s more important is that, just like the human race’s talent in combat, the human race is indeed weak at the beginning and is not as good as the spiritual plant monsters in agricultural spells. However, as they learn, geniuses continue to emerge and their spells are constantly improved, and they are able to surpass the spiritual plant monsters. The limit of plant monsters.
As long as there are talented agricultural monks, the upper limit of human agricultural spells will be much higher than that of these monsters.
Of course, if there is a bloodline of demon beasts such as phoenix or green dragon, that's another story.
It may take the top genius of the human race born in the endless world to compare. It is almost impossible for the genius of the human race to reach such a height in a world.
Jiang Ding was busy and spent some time handling the government affairs in West Desert.
After it was confirmed that Tushan's rule in the Western Desert was initially stable, Jiang Ding walked onto the cross-domain teleportation array in the center of the Ice Soul Sword Array and chose the direction of the East China Sea. There was no corresponding array, so he teleported randomly.
"East China Sea,"
"Xi Ping'an, this is my East China Sea..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself and disappeared in the teleportation light.
(End of chapter)