Chapter 440: If We Had Soaring Dragon Warships, Even a Vast Demon Nest Would Be Left in Ruins

The Demon Suppression Sea was different from the mainland.

Beneath the ten fortresses of the Demon Suppression Sea lay immense spiritual-gathering formations that drew in spiritual energy from hundreds of thousands of li in all directions.

Because of this, cultivators in this region didn’t necessarily need a Saint-grade physique to enter the Divine Palace Realm.

If one was lucky, even a low-grade Heaven-grade physique could suffice.

But on the mainland, where spiritual energy was far more scarce than in the Demon Suppression Sea, a Saint-grade physique was almost a requirement for stepping into the Divine Palace Realm.

Zhang Longxiang and Wang Xing’an were both born and raised in the Demon Suppression Sea.

Wang Xing’an had a low-grade Heaven-grade physique, and had now cultivated to the Peak Venerable Realm. Without an enormous opportunity, further progress was unlikely.

Zhang Longxiang, being of low-grade Saint Physique, had been able to condense a Dharma Aspect and step into the Dharma Aspect Realm.

Shen Mo had been recruited as a Demon Suppression Guard—his talent already far beyond the majority.

Now, with his physique having advanced further, his future was limitless!

“By the way, our allied fortresses are starting to urge us about the orders.”

“Ahem… Go tell Shen Mo, once his cultivation stabilizes, he should work on building a few more warships.”

“After all, he already accepted the battle merits. Dragging things out too long doesn’t look good.”

Zhang Longxiang cleared his throat awkwardly, clearly a little embarrassed.

Wang Xing’an burst out laughing. “Alright, alright, I’ll tell him when he’s done.”

Zhang Longxiang leaned in and whispered, “Have him hold back a little. Don’t make the warships too powerful.”

Wang Xing’an winked mischievously. “Got it, don’t worry. Shen Mo will definitely get the hint.”

Only then did Zhang Longxiang nod in satisfaction. With a gentle step, he vanished.

Inside the room—

Shen Mo exhaled a long breath of turbid air and gradually withdrew from his cultivation state.

His body was still surging with spiritual and blood energy, and it took quite a while before things finally settled down.

“Minor Completion of the Divine Palace Realm! Silver-Crested Venerable Realm!”

A look of joy appeared on Shen Mo’s face.

He took a moment to sense the power coursing through him, carefully absorbing its meaning.

He had the distinct feeling that if he were to face that Peak True Demon Lord again—even without the Nine Nether Ice Flame—he could kill it outright!

Rather than merely injure it and watch it flee.

Shen Mo continued his introspection and noticed that his mind had grown much clearer.

Whether it was comprehending cultivation techniques and martial skills, or reading ancient texts and scrolls, his speed had drastically increased.

Moreover, his ability to absorb spiritual energy from the heavens and earth had improved by more than fifty percent.

Such were the benefits of a physique breakthrough.

“Crap… did I cause another phenomenon again?”

“I hope the formation I set up worked and didn’t let the anomaly leak out…”

Only now did Shen Mo realize there might be trouble.

He quickly got up to inspect the array.

And then he discovered—almost all the formation flags had been shattered.

“This…”

He clicked his tongue.

It seemed that the phenomenon triggered by the convergence of three breakthroughs was far too extreme.

Even the formations he personally laid couldn’t handle the force.

Cautiously, Shen Mo pushed open the door and stepped outside.

Only to find Wang Xing’an already waiting there with a wide grin.

Shen Mo let out an awkward chuckle. “Commander Wang, you’re here. Not out drinking today?”

Wang Xing’an roared with laughter. “Shen Mo! Congratulations! A double breakthrough in spiritual and blood energy cultivation!”

“With your current realm, you can be promoted to Profound-Rank Demon Suppression Guard any time now!”

“You’ve only been at Xuanwu Fortress a short while, and you’ve already become a Profound-Rank Guard—tsk, tsk.”

“When I got promoted to Profound-Rank back in the day, it took me a whole ten years!”

Wang Xing’an couldn’t help the envy in his voice.

Truly, comparing oneself to others only led to frustration.

What qualifications did he even have when standing next to Shen Mo?

None. Absolutely none.

“Oh right, the reputation of the Flame Flood Dragon Warship has spread far and wide. Qinglong Fortress, Baihu Fortress, and Vermilion Bird Fortress have all placed orders hoping to purchase them.”

Wang Xing’an lowered his voice, “Qinglong Fortress wants ten. Baihu and Vermilion Bird each want seven. That’s twenty-four in total.”

Shen Mo let out a wry laugh. “No way, that’s too many.”

“Commander Wang, I don’t take long to forge each one, but the spiritual materials required for every Flame Flood Dragon Warship are extremely complex.”

“Each one costs at least five A-grade battle merits.”

“If not for General Zhang’s willingness to spend freely, I couldn’t have crafted something this fully equipped.”

Wang Xing’an paused in surprise. “Seriously? One warship costs five A-grade merits? Damn…”

The resources for Shen Mo’s warship crafting came from two sources:

First, from Zhang Longxiang’s personal battle merits.

Second, from the fortress-wide pool of Xuanwu Fortress—essentially public funds.

However, as the fortress lord, Zhang Longxiang could legally access those shared merits.

But according to the will of the Heavenly Dao, even a fortress lord who used public battle merits must do so for the benefit of the fortress.

If one used shared resources selfishly, punishment would follow—battle merits would be deducted instead.

Wang Xing’an didn’t know exactly how many A-grade merits Zhang Longxiang had, nor how much remained in Xuanwu Fortress’s collective fund.

But he did know one thing: crafting those eight Flame Flood Dragon Warships had cost Zhang Longxiang a fortune.

If not for the battle merit windfall from slaying the Fifth Great True Demon, Zhang Longxiang’s Heaven List rank might’ve already dropped to the bottom.

On the Heaven List, every rank brought its own reward.

So maintaining one’s position was crucial.

Drop one rank, and the loss could be over a dozen A-grade battle merits.

Wang Xing’an thought for a moment and said seriously, “Alright, let’s go find General Zhang and have a proper discussion. We’ll figure out how many orders we can realistically fulfill.”

Shen Mo nodded. “That works.”

He was no longer content with just building Flame Flood Dragon Warships.

His true goal lay beyond—in the future, he aimed to craft even greater vessels like the Giant Qiu Warship and the Soaring Dragon Warship.

So, whether or not other fortresses wanted to buy the Flame Flood Dragon model didn’t matter much to him.

If they wanted them, they could pay—with enough merits.

Before long, Shen Mo arrived at the high tower and met with Zhang Longxiang.

The three of them entered a lengthy and intense discussion.

They debated from day into night before finally settling on concrete figures.

Each Flame Flood Dragon Warship would cost four A-grade battle merits for human fortresses, and for other fortresses, four A-grade merits plus fifty B-grade merits.

As for the orders from Qinglong, Baihu, and Vermilion Bird Fortresses—they were all cut down to three warships each.

After all, many of the spiritual materials required to craft these warships were limited—first come, first served.

Moreover, as a transmigrator, Shen Mo naturally understood “hunger marketing” better than Zhang Longxiang.

If the goal was to earn battle merits, then Flame Flood Dragon Warships couldn’t be mass-produced.

If too many were made, the market would become saturated and demand would fall, bringing the unit price down.

By the time every fortress had a few of these warships, Shen Mo would likely be ready to roll out the Giant Qiu Warship and even the Soaring Dragon Warship.

If the Flame Flood Dragon Warship was a destroyer, then the Giant Qiu Warship would be a cruiser.

And the Soaring Dragon Warship?

That would be an entire aircraft carrier strike group!

Their combat power wouldn’t even be in the same league.

Eight Flame Flood Dragon Warships, if timed correctly in a coordinated strike, could severely wound a Great True Demon.

But if eight Soaring Dragon Warships advanced with world-annihilating might—

In such a spectacle, no matter how vast the demon nest was, how could it possibly remain unscathed?

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