Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Chapter 147 The Ancient Temple of the Underworld

Manager Liu ordered his men to load the 300 jin of forged iron onto the cart, and then smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Li Qingshan: "Mr. Qingshan, we'll take the goods back for now. If you have any more good stuff in the future, just give us a shout, and we'll be there right away."

"No need," Li Qingshan said. "Just take this with you."

As he spoke, Li Qingshan took off the gold ingot pendant from his waist and tossed it over gently.

Manager Liu took it, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "You'd better think it over carefully. Apart from Sihai Bank, no one in the entire North dares to do business with Huai Shupo."

"I've thought it through."

Manager Liu smiled and said, "Qingshan isn't in a hurry to make a decision. We can talk about it another day. Tian Dali, let's go."

"Sigh," Tian Dali replied painfully.

"He can't leave," Li Qingshan said.

Tian Dali was taken aback and opened his mouth to speak, but Li Qingshan said, "He is a prisoner of Huai Shupo. If he wants to leave, he can, but he must leave the ransom first."

Manager Liu rolled his eyes and said, "In that case, let him stay."

"Manager, I don't want to stay here. There's not even a drop of wine here, and I'm freezing to death."

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Manager Liu put on a stern face, "It's not that I don't want to take you with me, but the ransom they're demanding is too high, and I don't have any on me."

"Isn't there still a truckload of iron? Why not leave it for them?" Tian Dali suggested tentatively.

"Hmm—this one will do too," Li Qingshan said.

"How can this be allowed—" Manager Liu kept winking at Tian Dali.

"Why not? I've risked my life for so many years, am I not even worth a cartload of iron?" Tian Dali said angrily.

After careful consideration, Manager Liu had no choice but to take Tian Dali away.

Unfortunately, the men he brought had just finished loading the goods, and now they had to unload the iron.

Manager Liu drove away dejectedly.

After he left, Qin Afu and the others gathered around and said, "Master, you're brilliant! They didn't gain any advantage this time."

"If we don't let them get away with it, we won't be able to leave the country in the future."

The smiles on everyone's faces froze, and a chorus of sighs and lamentations filled the air.

Li Qingshan cleared his throat and said, "You've all seen it clearly; Huai Shu Po has been completely sealed off. If I leave Huai Shu Po, I'll surely die. If I stay here and don't leave, not a single grain of food or a foot of cloth will be able to get in."

"If you want to leave, it's not too late now. If you want to stay—I may not be able to take care of you."

Li Qingshan's gaze slowly swept over them. Old Zhang had made it very clear before he left: in chaotic times, even he might not be able to save many people. Besides, even ants have their own ways of surviving, and they might not necessarily need his help.

Keeping them would provide a decent number of people, but it would also be a significant drain on resources.

Li Qingshan felt it was best to make things clear beforehand.

"Where can we go if we leave here?"

"There are refugees everywhere outside."

"We won't get arrested by the soldiers, will we?"

"Not necessarily."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion when Li Qingshan turned and went back to Huai Shu Village.

Qin Afu also brought in a few people and began filling the baskets with soil.

"How's the situation outside?" Li Qingshan asked.

"No one wanted to leave, but they were also afraid."

Qin Afu immediately stood up straight: "We promise to work hard and will never be a burden to the master. We will live up to the meal the master has given us."

Qin Afu could also see that Li Qingshan was worried that everyone would become a burden to him.

In chaotic times, the most important thing is to find a powerful patron.

Li Qingshan is a powerful figure; whether his future brings fortune or misfortune is unknown, but at least it's worth taking a gamble.

Li Qingshan understood his unspoken meaning, but didn't say anything more, just waved his hand and said, "Get to work, get to work."

Manager Liu delivered over a hundred baskets, and Qin Afu was responsible for filling them with soil.

The skeleton squad harvested the Ghost Blood Vines and planted the vines in the ground.

"Be careful, these herbs drink blood," Li Qingshan warned.

The refugees working there were so frightened that they immediately hid to the side, keeping a safe distance from the Ghost Blood Vine.

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The Skull Squad continued transplanting the Ghost Blood Vine as if no one else was around.

Northern grasslands, the Canglin tribe.

Zheguer looked at the newly forged steel knife on the table, his eyes filled with deep affection.

Suddenly, he raised the hilt of his sword and swung it forcefully down at the shield beside him.

With a crack, the shield split in two.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

He said "good" three times, unable to contain his joy.

"Brother, isn't this weapon pretty good?"

"Excellent, excellent, truly worthy of being a divine weapon from the underworld. I can't wait to see it display its divine power."

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"When the Divine Weapon Tournament comes, we will definitely let the other tribes see what we've got."

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"By the way, how's the Divine Weapon Tournament going?"

"It's all arranged. Invitations have been sent to the Red Bone Tribe, the Blue Wolf Tribe, the White Kui Tribe, and the Black Wing Tribe," Hu Yanbao said. "The date is set for early spring."

"How is the Lord of Azure Scales doing now?"

"It has been in hibernation for a long time. Before transforming into a dragon, it will undergo a molting process."

"Apart from offering blood sacrifices, do not disturb Him recently. During the Divine Weapon Assembly, I want the chieftains of the other tribes to also enter the cave and see the true face of the Azure Scale Lord."

"They must be terrified," said Huyan Bao, his belly protruding. "After the Divine Weapon Tournament, we'll be the ones calling the shots on the grasslands."

A burst of hearty laughter echoed from inside the tent.

Locust Tree Slope.

Li Qingshan has made the final preparations.

More than a hundred baskets were laid out together, filled with ghost blood vines. But because there were no corpses to fertilize them, the ghost blood vines in the baskets were somewhat wilted.

Not only were there corpses, but the refugees swept through like locusts, leaving hardly any wood or weeds behind.

Li Qingshan's most pressing task is to deal with the serpent in the Yellow Springs.

He opened the gates of the underworld and stepped inside.

After passing through the white mist, the familiar collapsed hall came into view.

Green locust money—300

Since we're here, we shouldn't leave empty-handed.

Li Qingshan set off with a sack on his shoulder, easily finding his way to the melon field. He put down the sack and began stealing melons.

Just like last time, I packed four melons in a sack, hoisted it onto my shoulder, and ran.

They returned to the haunted field, opened the sack, and the skeleton inside slowly rolled out.

As soon as they landed, they circled around Li Qingshan, making a pattering sound.

"Alright, my skeleton squad has gained four new members."

After Li Qingshan waited until the Gates of the Underworld closed, he went to the Myriad Demon Locust Tree and reopened the Gates of the Underworld.

Green locust money—300

Li Qingshan slowly walked through the white mist, and before him was the familiar main hall again.

Huh?

This has happened twice already. Opening the Gates of the Underworld consumes a lot of resources, and the Green Locust Coins I have won't last much longer.

After a while, Li Qingshan carried out a few more melons.

The number of skeletons increased from nine to fourteen.

Then, Li Qingshan opened the Gate of the Underworld once again, and his body passed through the white mist.

This time, what lay before them was neither a main hall nor a cave.

It was a dilapidated ancient temple.