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Everyone outside the fortress widened their eyes.

Zhang Dongyun, who was on top of the fortress walls, seemed oblivious to this. “You may start.”

All of them had no choice but to start plowing the fields.

The people of the Cold Mountain Sect did not slack off. They tried to figure it out as they observed the Tang Dynasty troops that knew how to do farm work.

“Tianyu, hand this place over to us. You can leave the mountains and help the vagrants,” Uncle-Master Zhao instructed Hui Tianyu.

“This senior is acting so absurdly, he might be testing us,” he whispered as he looked up at the top of the fortress walls.

“Don’t worry. We will act according to that senior’s instructions. Regardless of whether we can succeed or not, we will always do our best. Even if we don’t end up with any harvest, I believe that that senior won’t blame us for his negligence.”

Uncle-Master Zhao smiled. “If he is truly preposterous, I think the legendary Chang’an Fortress Lord will stop him and set things right.”

The group of Tang Dynasty troops was also questioning this.

However, they now had no alternatives but to give in.

They all secretly endured and worked honestly.

They only thought of it as the old man in black amusing them.

He was so preposterous that they could not help but look forward to the day when the Tang Dynasty army would press on to the border and save them from their sufferings.

Hui Tianyu’s gaze flickered. “Given that senior’s boldness, it won’t come to that. On the contrary…”

He looked at the top of the fortress walls. “I think that that senior has a definite objective in view. There may be other meanings in these arrangements.”

Uncle-Master Zhao nodded. “Yes. I’ll monitor the others, be honest, and see which way the cat jumps. You have to be careful on your journey, as you are likely to run into Du Kun’s army.”

He lowered his voice again. “Besides doing a task for Chang’an Fortress, remember to go back to our sect and hand over the Night Elegance Sword Technique to the sect master. This is a very important matter. You have to remember this.”

“I understand. Rest assured, Uncle-Master.”

The one-eyed young man bade farewell to his fellow sect members and bowed to Zhang Dongyun, who was on the fortress walls. He then left and went into the mountains.

Zhang Dongyun watched his figure disappear and then turned his gaze to the farmland below.

He was aware of the concerns that Hui Tianyu and the others had about the fields being too barren.

However, Fortress Lord Zhang had no intention of cultivating them normally.

Otherwise, how long would he have to wait until there could be a harvest?

Zhang Dongyun’s solution was three words: a mighty miracle.

Actually, the people outside the fortress plowing the fields could be considered a mighty miracle from another angle.

There was a limit to using farm cattle.

Martial artists who reached the second realm, the Elite Soldier realm, would be stronger than brute cattle.

Zhang Dongyun oversaw as they plowed the ground as soon as possible before either sowing seeds or planting rice seedlings.

The people in the fields were then helpless.

They could only silently disagree, as the old man in black was not a wise elder and only knew how to screw around.

A moment later, the Cold Mountain Sect members and the group of Tang Dynasty troops were stunned on the spot.

The soil in the fields trembled slightly.

Not long after, seedlings emerged from the soil.

Everyone subconsciously rubbed their eyes at the sight of the green seedlings.

They were not seeing things.

They were dumbfounded as they watched the seedlings in the fields visibly growing rapidly.

Based on this speed, they would be able to harvest them in a few days.

Everything before their eyes was going against their cognition.

Some Cold Mountain Sect members wanted to go nearer to witness whether it was real.

Elder Zhao came back to his senses from his shock and quickly pulled the disciples from his sect.

A Tang Dynasty soldier could not help but walk along the ridges to the fields and reach out to touch those seedlings.

As soon as he touched them, he withdrew his hands as though he had been electrocuted.

“It’s real…” The man looked dispirited as he mumbled repeatedly.

Everyone snapped out of their daze, feeling shocked.

One by one… they could not help but check the fields out.

They eventually all had incredulous expressions.

None of the Cold Mountain Sect members went to check the fields, but they also felt it was unbelievable.

“We planted the grain seeds and seedlings. That senior shouldn’t have had any chance to do anything, right?” A young disciple stole a glance at the old man in black.

“Lower your voice. What are you saying? We can’t bear the consequences if that senior hears you!” a fellow sect member at his side reprimanded him.

Another person had a face full of disbelief. “Then what exactly is going on?”

“Could this land be fertile beyond our imaginations and is a spiritual field rich in spiritual energy?” someone guessed.

The person at the side mumbled, “I didn’t sense anything when we were plowing the fields just now…”

The person who spoke earlier looked even more impressed. “In that case, could this senior have done it? This is simply a divine technique!”

This amazed everyone more than transforming mountains into fields.

The disciples fell into a discussion, and Elder Zhao did not utter a word. However, he had many speculations and only found that Chang’an Fortress and the people inside were increasingly unfathomable.

He had been simply shortsighted and had not seen the world outside to suspect the old man in black previously.

He discreetly looked at the top of the fortress walls.

He saw the old man in black had a smile yet not a smile and was looking down at them.

Appalled, Elder Zhao knelt on one knee and bowed to ask for forgiveness from Zhang Dongyun.

Upon seeing this situation, the surrounding Cold Mountain Sect members were also terrified, and they followed their uncle-master and knelt to ask for forgiveness.

Many of the Tang Dynasty troops were not martial artists but only farmers before joining the army.

They did not think much about it. Seeing this miraculous scene, they threw themselves on the ground and regarded Zhang Dongyun, who was on the fortress walls, as an immortal.

Zhang Dongyun was relieved to see the flourishing seedlings below.

Fortunately, he could still exert influence within a small distance outside the fortress.

He was now using a massive amount of spiritual energy to irrigate and nurture the fields below.

The spiritual energy was extremely rich and stronger than the chemical fertilizers on the Blue Planet. It could forcibly change the laws of nature.

The amount of spiritual energy required for this was astronomical.

Since it was outside the fortress, most of the spiritual energy actually dissipated and was wasted.

The amount of spiritual energy that functioned in the fields was pitifully little compared to the real output value.

It was exceptionally inefficient.

If there was an infinite amount, to some extent, it did not matter whether it was wasted or not.

Fortress Lord Zhang now had nothing else, but he could afford to waste this spiritual energy.

As long as the crops could withstand it and were not destroyed, Zhang Dongyun would supply it to the maximum extent.

Thus, the field turned golden within a few days.

Harvest time had arrived…

“I’ll leave it to you guys,” Zhang Dongyun, who had incarnated into the old man in black, instructed.

The Cold Mountain Sect members and those Tang Dynasty troops were convinced and admired him now. They went down to the fields to harvest the crops and thresh the grains.

Apart from the grain fields, there were all sorts of fruits and vegetables in the vegetable orchard, which had a bumper harvest.

Even the young captive livestock and poultry were growing rapidly, gradually approaching the standard for being slaughtered.

Zhang Dongyun nodded slightly as he watched all this.

Vagrants were vagrants because they could not live in their homeland anymore.

When they arrived in Chang’an Fortress, they would be so impoverished that they would be unable to even solve their hungry stomachs.

With Fortress Lord Zhang’s mighty miracle and food, he could settle down those vagrants.

He intended to raise rice weevils, and this was to help them with their needs and lay a foundation.

After the people settled down, they would have to fend for themselves and provide for the Fortress Lord in turn.

If any fools were grateful for the help they received but gained hatred when help was not provided to them, corresponding people would educate them on what a powerful dictatorship was.

When he had been reading novels on the Blue Planet, Zhang Dongyun sometimes could not help but think that if slavery societies did not exist in immortal cultivation and fantasy worlds, they would be considered quite civilized.

Right now, it depends on when Hui Tianyu will bring the people back, Zhang Dongyun thought. The army under Du Kun is more likely to kill their way here first, right?

His heart slightly moved. Just as he was figuring this out, voices seemed to be coming from the distant mountain forest.

A moment later, a few people dashed out of the forest, panicking and rushing toward Chang’an Fortress.