My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Chapter 625: Chapter 139: Preparation and Mobilization

Yinjiao sat in the main seat, frowning as he reviewed the account books.

His mind worked with incredible speed. With just a single pass from beginning to end, he had spotted the discrepancies in the books.

The one responsible had likely mistaken him for a reclusive Cultivator, someone who focused solely on his practice and paid no mind to worldly affairs. But Yinjiao had been assisting his master with the army’s supply ledgers back at the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion on the Western Continent. During his time at the Seven Nations Ticket Shop, he had seen what true masters of accounting could do.

The tricks used to doctor these books were, in his eyes, pathetically crude.

Yinjiao used his Divine Thought to mark every forgery and inconsistency in the books. Then, with a casual wave of his hand...

...the Jade Scroll containing the accounts shot out like a sharp sword, knocking off the headdress of the Cultivator before him and pinning it to the wall.

The Cultivator had been all smiles and pleasantries, completely unprepared for Yinjiao’s sudden move. As strands of his severed hair drifted down, his face instantly turned deathly pale from fright.

His round face trembled slightly.

"Might I ask, my lord, what is wrong with the account books?"

"What’s wrong? You will repay the Spirit Stone discrepancy I marked, twofold. I don’t care how many people are lining their pockets with you. If you can’t come up with the full amount within three days, you will be annihilated, body and soul. The same goes for anyone behind you."

Yinjiao said, his face cold and his voice brimming with killing intent.

He knew that a gentle approach was useless with parasites like these. It would only make them see him as weak and easily deceived, encouraging them to become even bolder in the future.

The only way was to make them fear him.

These supplies were crucial to his master’s grand plan; there could be no room for even the slightest error.

The Cultivator cautiously retrieved the Jade Scroll pinned to the wall. The moment his Divine Sense touched it, what little color remained drained from his already pale face, and his portly frame began to tremble uncontrollably.

As a Steward of the Thousand Islands Alliance, he was a master of skimming off the top. He never expected to run into someone so uncompromising.

"Yes! This subordinate will certainly make up the difference within three days!"

Thankfully, out of fear of Nine Yang’s reputation, they hadn’t dared to be too greedy this time. Otherwise, he and his collaborators would have been utterly ruined.

Yinjiao watched the man scramble away in terror and snorted. ’To think they’d dare steal from my master,’ he thought. ’They’re truly courting death.’

He strolled out of the main hall. Dawn Island had become a massive port. After his master, Yang Jing, took on a massive Spirit Stone debt with the Nine Marvels Sect, ship after ship of Spirit Medicine and Spiritual Materials began arriving at the island.

Even Yinjiao was privately staggered by the way his master, Yang Jing, spent Spirit Stones like water.

Among his martial brothers, Iron Head was in charge of inspecting the arriving Spirit Medicines and Spiritual Materials. His Dharma Eye could perceive the tiniest detail, making it impossible for anyone to pass off inferior goods as high-quality ones before him.

His junior brother, Ji Feng, was amidst a group of Artifact Refiners from the Nine Marvels Sect, engaged in Artifact Refining.

On Dawn Island, the Nine-Spirit Fire-Return Grand Refining Array operated ceaselessly. The Artifact Refiners from the Nine Marvels Sect worked in three rotating shifts; the people changed, but the forges never cooled, relentlessly Refining all manner of Spiritual Materials into Magical Artifacts.

The Magical Artifacts they were Refining were all standardized models that Master Yang Jing had designed, perfectly suited for Spirit Binders at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages, striking an extreme balance between cost and power.

At first, these Artifact Refiners struggled to adapt. Even with Ji Feng’s guidance, the failure rate remained high. But they were disciples of the Nine Marvels Sect, after all. After a few days of adjustment, their success rate skyrocketed.

However, this high-intensity Artifact Refining, which worked the Cultivators like beasts of burden, caused the disciples from the Nine Marvels Sect to be filled with complaints.

It was only when Iron Head produced several batches of Spirit Pills that enhanced Cultivation that their resentment was suppressed.

While the Nine Marvels Sect had been able to dispatch nearly three hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators skilled in Artifact Refining, they couldn’t scrape together a similar number of Alchemists and Talisman Makers. So, using Spirit Pills and Magical Treasures as bait, Yang Jing leveraged the Nine Marvels Sect’s connections to borrow Alchemists and Talisman Makers from other Sects, putting them to work on Alchemy and Talisman Making day and night.

Vast quantities of Low Tier Spirit Pills and Low Tier Talismans were produced and stored away in Dawn Island’s secret vaults.

Yinjiao sighed. The supply of these Low Tier Magical Artifacts, Spirit Pills, and Talismans was remarkably stable. If they had tried to purchase them directly with Spirit Stones, the sudden demand would have imbalanced the market and sent prices soaring.

Even though his master, Yang Jing, had chosen to purchase the Spiritual Materials and handle the Refining himself, the prices of even these common materials were gradually beginning to rise.

Building an expeditionary force to reinforce the Western Continent was an incredibly complex undertaking. The preliminary preparations alone were enough to keep the few disciples working tirelessly around the clock.

He suddenly looked up. A Flying Boat from the Thousand Islands Alliance was approaching Dawn Island, towing a battered, ragged Flying Boat behind it.

Before the Flying Boat could even dock at Dawn Island’s sky-port, a streak of Tunneling Light descended and landed on the island.

"Greetings, Eldest Sister."

Yinjiao bowed.

The many Cultivators on the island all looked toward the figure that had emerged from the Tunneling Light, their gazes a mixture of fear and reverence.

Si Taizhen was fully armed. Her Ruyi Five-Cloud Armor was still stained with spirit blood, and her devastatingly beautiful face was as cold and sharp as a drawn blade.

Yang Jing’s use of the Thousand Islands Alliance’s Flying Boats to purchase massive quantities of Spiritual Materials from across the Central Continent naturally attracted the attention of certain opportunistic parties. Flying Boats would often go missing—the vessels destroyed, their crews killed, and all the Spiritual Materials aboard vanishing without a trace.

Wielding the Divine Fire Demon-Quelling Spear, Si Taizhen hunted them down one by one. Because she carried the Three Lights Divine Mirror, lent to her by Yang Jing, none of those who attacked the Flying Boats could escape the mirror’s pursuit, no matter how carefully they covered their tracks.

Whether they were notorious Tribulation Cultivators or local Cultivation Clans moonlighting as bandits, she exterminated them all. The power of the Tier Four Magical Treasure, the Three Lights Divine Mirror, was immense. Not even a Grand Array supported by a Spirit Vein could withstand the blast of Sun Divine Light it unleashed after gathering the light of the heavens.

One Nascent Soul Clan, even more powerful than the Ruan Family, sent three of their own to attack her at once. Yet they could not breach the Defense of her Ruyi Five-Cloud Armor and were slain one by one by Si Taizhen with her Divine Fire Demon-Quelling Spear and the Three Lights Divine Mirror.

This fierce retaliation greatly boosted the Thousand Islands Alliance’s prestige in the Central Continent. Their Flying Boats could now travel unhindered, as no one dared to prey on them any longer.

By now, Si Taizhen’s fame had grown to eclipse that of the Thousand Islands Alliance’s own leader, Wood Palace True Monarch. Some Cultivators, ignorant of the Alliance’s structure, even mistakenly believed that she was its true leader.

Seeing Yinjiao, the murderous aura on Si Taizhen’s face dissipated.

"There were still Tribulation Cultivators who dared to attack the Alliance’s Flying Boats. I killed two of them and seized their vessel," she said. "How is your master?"

Yinjiao looked at the wrecked Flying Boat. It was clearly a large, Tier Three Upper Grade War Flying Boat.

"Master is still in seclusion, Refining Nascent Soul Pills. He plans to use them to hire several more Golden Core Cultivators."

A worried expression crossed Si Taizhen’s face.

"The sword duel is less than ten days away! How can he still be expending his Magical Power and exhausting his spirit like this? This won’t do. I must go and talk some sense into him!"

If the Nascent Soul Tribulation Cultivators she had hunted until they were scared witless could see her now, with her expression of delicate, heartfelt concern, their jaws would likely drop in shock.

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