Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

"Fertilizer?" The burly middle-aged woman was taken aback. "That stuff is very rare. Caravans have to cross mountains and valleys to bring back just a few bags."

"Don't worry, I have money." Liu Xingmo took out a handful of silver coins from his pocket.

"But I don't have any." The shopkeeper shrugged. "If you want fertilizer, just order it from the caravan."

"Understood. Which caravan should we look for? How about the Wild Goose Caravan?"

"No, even if those big birds can fly, they can't carry much cargo. The white horse caravan is more like it."

"I understand, thank you."

Liu Xingmo, carrying three bags of fertilizer, took another stroll around the lower levels of the market.

When this place was originally planned, there was basically enough land. However, as the town developed and the number of stalls and shops increased, it became narrow and crowded.

Over the years, new buildings have been added on top of it, creating a chaotic maze of all sorts of strange wooden houses.

After making inquiries from various sources, Liu Xingmo found the caravan's office.

The market's upper floors, with their spacious wooden platforms, are teeming with birds of all sizes flying in and out.

The merchant riding the bird jumped off its back, deftly rummaged through the goods in his basket, and handed them over to the person on the ground.

Liu Xingmo found the small room with a white horse painted on the door and pushed the door open to enter.

The staff member behind the counter politely asked, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"I would like to order nine bags of fertilizer. Three bags each of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium fertilizer." Liu Xingmo laid out nine silver coins, which is 900 yuan.

"Please have a seat!" The staff member immediately became enthusiastic. "Our chamber of commerce has the best reputation and will protect your privacy; we will never publicize it!"

Liu Xingmo realized that this guy had guessed that he possessed a rare innate talent.

He waved his hand and said, "I bought it for someone else, Liu San Niang from Luo Hua Lane, a third-level expert. She needs this."

"Okay. We hope you will choose our White Horse Trading Company when you sell your goods."

"We'll see."

Liu Xingmo registered his information, and the items will be delivered to the new house in a little over two months.

The staff were very welcoming, helping with the registration and patiently explaining the scope of the White Horse Caravan's business and its routes.

His goal was clear: to establish long-term cooperation with his current customers, especially to obtain the sales rights for the elixir.

Liu Xingmo listened attentively to this speech, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Generators, light bulbs, can you get those things?"

"Oh dear, well..." the staff member hesitated, "Sir, you may not know this, but you can only use this dangerous equipment after professional training. I've heard from those experienced traders that many workers die every year in large factories in other places, some deaths are horribly gruesome! Their bodies are completely mangled!"

"In short, please keep an eye out for me. We can only continue our cooperation if your caravan provides excellent service."

Liu Xingmo left two requests and departed from the Chamber of Commerce reception area.

As dusk fell, I headed home.

Liu Xingmo used pulleys to hoist the goods up the tree and move them into the house.

The foxtail grass on the balcony, its needles firmly rooted in the wooden pot, has grown even taller after a day in the sun.

The leaves, a vibrant green, shimmered lushly under the lamplight; the pure sword energy materialized into tangible silver light, gleaming at the sharp tips of the leaves.

Liu Xingmo checked and found that the soil, which was black and oily in the morning, had turned somewhat dry and yellow by evening.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a naturally gifted seedling; its speed of nutrient absorption is astonishing.

If it were still growing in the wild, it would probably suffer from malnutrition, grow slowly, and be buried among other weeds.

But nowadays, with specialized cultivation, nutrients are no longer an issue, allowing it to grow at a visible rate.

Liu Xingmo opened the three bags of fertilizer he had bought today, mixed them into the yellow soil on the grass roots, and then watered them with river water.

The grass before them was silent, yet the hidden soul imprint within it conveyed a sense of satisfaction and an even greater desire.

"You want to eat, but can't?" Liu Xingmo murmured.

Outside the balcony, the entire town of Xizhen was shrouded in darkness. Lights shone from the orchards on the hillside. A crescent moon hung in the distant sky, accompanied by a few scattered stars.

"Ah, I understand! You don't have sunlight, so you can't photosynthesize and therefore can't absorb nutrients." Liu Xingmo suddenly realized.

He went to the bedroom and found Sumali at the desk: "Where did we put our spirit stone lamp?"

"It's in the safe." Sumali looked up from her book. "What's wrong?"

"Give the needle more light!"

Liu Xingmo crawled under the bed, found the huge iron box that was connected to the tree, turned the key, opened it, and took out the spirit stone lamp shaped like a candlestick.

"Mary, adjust it for me, concentrate the light source in one direction, make it as bright as sunlight."

"Your request is far too complicated, it's really difficult for me." Sumali said with a straight face, picked up the spirit stone lamp, and muttered to herself, "Luckily, I come from a vampire family and know about this kind of specially made weapon for hunting vampires."

"Is that so?" Liu Xingmo clicked his tongue, utterly speechless.

After a while, Sumali handed the spirit stone lamp she had finished tinkering with to Liu Xingmo: "Xingmo, don't use it to play tricks on Miss Setia. Also, I've discussed the blood magic books you wanted and am asking Miss Setia to translate and annotate them."

"Thank you, Mary!"

Liu Xingmo took the spirit stone lamp and returned to the balcony.

Pressing the button, a phantom white flame appeared on the candlestick. This flame had little temperature, yet it emitted a dazzling light, and ninety percent of the light was directed in the same direction.

Liu Xingmo adjusted his position and placed the needle tip under the white light.

The lush green grass suddenly became vibrant, its fine roots in the soil absorbing water and nutrients, continuously transporting them to the stems and leaves.

Through the Soul Imprint, Liu Xingmo could almost feel the flow of nutrients and the growth of cells.

Changes at the micro level accumulate to the macro level, and the grass in front of us seems to have grown a little bit taller.

"Great, but I don't know if this method of inducing labor has any side effects. Let's continue until midnight and see how things go tomorrow."

Liu Xingmo stood on the balcony, feeling the cold wind blowing.

The light from the spirit stone lamp was constant and bright.

This world contains not only science and technology, but also magical technology that didn't exist in the previous life.

Both approaches achieve the goal from different angles; neither is inherently better or worse than the other, it all depends on whether they are suitable for the situation.

Energy sources like spirit stones are clean, pollution-free, and quite safe. However, their extreme rarity prevents their widespread adoption.

Once the spiritual energy of a spirit stone is depleted, it will automatically absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth for reuse. However, frequently depleting and refilling the spirit stone in a short period will damage it and permanently reduce its reserves. Therefore, spirit stone items must be used strategically.

As for technological equipment, that's another matter entirely.

From childhood, Liu Xingmo harbored a grand dream. Now, it seems that this dream has a slight chance of coming true.