Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 14 Fine Gold
"Has there been any incident in the Fang family's territory?"

Fang Jun sat cross-legged at the top, his eyes calmly sweeping over Fang Qicheng below.

Fang Qicheng respectfully presented a jade box and bowed his head as he replied, "Reporting to the Patriarch, everything is fine and there is no accident."

Fang Jun nodded slightly and continued, "What about the mortals under his rule?"

Fang Qicheng said, "According to your request, we have revised the laws, reduced taxes, and strictly prohibited monks from injuring or killing mortals without reason. Currently, three monks in Beixin Town have violated the ban and have been fined a total of thirty low-grade spirit stones."

Fang Jun looked indifferent when he heard this.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the status of mortals has always been low, and their productivity is almost negligible to cultivators.

Most of the things produced by mortals are useless to monks.

It’s not that the things produced by mortals are useless to monks, but that there is no need for so many mortals to produce things.

Any spiritual object used by monks requires the production of monks who possess spiritual roots.

The only value of a mortal is to give birth to a mortal with spiritual roots.

However, too many monks will only dilute the limited resources, which is something the top monks do not want to see, so they will deliberately set thresholds to limit the number of monks.

Therefore, mortals are truly insignificant in the world of immortal cultivation.

It's really like leeks, you cut a batch and another batch grows.

Fang Qicheng didn't think Fang Jun was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the suffering of ordinary people.

In his opinion, Fang Jun's action was not out of pity for mortals, but an opportunity to exploit the cultivators in Beixin Town and profit from it by making up excuses.

Fang Jun ignored Fang Qicheng's thoughts and continued to ask, "Are there any obstacles in the law enforcement process?"

Fang Qicheng: "There is no serious problem at the moment. The family head has a very high reputation and no one dares to openly defy the law."

Fang Jun said calmly, "That will happen in the future. It's alright. If anyone resists the law, kill them on the spot. If you're not strong enough, report to me immediately."

Fang Qicheng bowed and replied, "Yes, Patriarch."

After Fang Qicheng left, another middle-aged man entered the hall. He was at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He bowed respectfully and said, "Fang Qihe greets the Patriarch."

Fang Qihe is a member of the Fang family who is at odds with Fang Tianxiong. He once took the initiative to welcome Fang Jun back at a family meeting.

Fang Jun directly ordered: "From now on, you must report all intelligence about Beixin Town to me separately. I will integrate the information from all parties and make a decision."

The most important thing for those in power is to be kept out of the sight and hearsay, and Fang Jun is well aware of this.

Not only did he require clan elders and stewards to submit regular reports, he also set up intelligence specialists like Fang Qihe, who were independent of other systems like the Jinyiwei and were specifically responsible for collecting intelligence.

In this way, although Fang Jun still employed the old subordinates left by Fang Tianxiong, he had actually firmly controlled the personnel and financial power.

For ordinary cultivators, dealing with such complicated matters might be overwhelming, but Fang Jun handled it easily with the powerful computing power of Yuanshen No. 1.

Yuanshen No. 1 can quickly scan the report, compare the inconsistencies, and help Fang Jun find problems.

As for the people below who colluded to deceive him?

From the perspective of human nature and interests, this is indeed possible.

When this happens, Fang Jun still uses divination.

Fang Qihe accepted the order respectfully: "Yes, Patriarch."

Afterwards, Fang Jun met with several Fang family cultivators and assigned them tasks. After everyone left, the hall finally returned to silence.

Fang Jun flicked his fingertips, opening the jade box Fang Qicheng had sent him. Inside lay a fingernail-sized piece of gleaming gold, weighing approximately 23.63 grams. He opened his mouth and a stream of flame erupted, refining the gold. The flame's temperature was perfect, not destroying the gold's structure but completely removing any impurities.

The refined gold gradually melted in the flames, turning into a pool of golden liquid, emitting dazzling light.

The Tianjun Sword leaped out from Fang Jun's Dantian and hovered above the refined golden liquid. The sword trembled slightly, as if longing for something.

"Begin to build a mathematical model for smelting refined gold with the Tianjun Sword..."

"The deduction is in progress..."

"Using the core of the Tianjun Sword to establish a three-dimensional coordinate axis..."

"Administrator, please mobilize mana at the Tianjun Sword coordinates (6, 1, 3)..."

Following the guidance of Yuanshen No. 1, Fang Jun clasped his hands together and guided the essence of refined gold to slowly merge into the body of the Tianjun Sword.

The sword began to undergo subtle changes, and a sharp cold light faintly appeared at the edge of the sword.

The patterns on the sword are also constantly changing, as if they are being rearranged and combined to form a more complex structure.

Fang Jun closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing the changes in the Tianjun Sword. He could clearly feel the sword's "essence" growing stronger, and the amount of spiritual energy it could carry increasing.

This means that the speed of practicing Tianjun Sword will be greatly improved.

"Sure enough, the effect of refined gold is extraordinary." Fang Jun was secretly happy.

He continued to guide the essence of refined gold into the sword body, while also constantly adjusting the structure of the sword body to make it more perfect.

Although this process was slow, every step was crucial. Fang Jun didn't dare to be careless and devoted his full attention to the refining.

Time passed by unknowingly, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on Fang Jun's forehead.

But he had no intention of stopping, instead he sped up the refining process.

Finally, when the last trace of the essence of refined gold was integrated into the blade of the Tianjun Sword, Fang Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened his eyes and looked at the Tianjun Sword floating in front of him, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, just this time, the 'essence' of the Tianjun Sword has increased by 20%. Unfortunately, this is already the Fang family's current reserve. If we want more, we have to find another way." Fang Jun muttered to himself.

He took the Tianjun Sword back to his Dantian and began to cultivate the "Qi" of the Tianjun Sword. With the enhancement of "essence", the Tianjun Sword could obviously withstand greater "Qi", which means faster cultivation.

……

At the same time, in the Fang family's pawnshop.

Fang Qiheng was holding a bag of spiritual sand that was sparkling with silver light in his hand, his face full of uncontrollable joy.

He chuckled softly, "Haha, God is really helping me! Among the garbage I collected this time, there's actually a bag of spiritual sand hidden. It seems that the mortal's ancestor was a cultivator and wanted to leave it to the descendants, but unfortunately the descendants were not up to the task and fell into poverty and had to sell the ancestral relics."

He weighed the spiritual sand in his hand, estimating its value. It weighed a full kilogram. What a concept! It was equivalent to three or four years of his salary!

"Haha, Fang Jun, you have done evil and have finally been punished by heaven. This opportunity has finally fallen on me."

Fang Qiheng sneered in his heart.

Then he quickly put away the spiritual sand, having made up his mind - to take this bag of spiritual sand and fly away early.

As for the other Fang family cultivators who had agreed to meet at a certain time?

That's just talk. Without an order of departure, there would be no cannon fodder to bear Fang Jun's anger.

(End of this chapter)