Rise of the Wang Clan: Starting with a Portable Farm

Chapter 193: Spirit Milk

Wang Wenzhu’s jade bottle was a high-grade first-tier magic tool. Its water wall was already powerful; reinforced by the Freezing Talisman, it surpassed an ordinary high-grade first-tier spell.

The wolf’s wind blades shredded the first two layers of defense and slammed into the ice wall.

CRACK!

Ice splinters exploded outward as chunks of the wall sheared off, but the barrier held. One layer remained intact.

But the Cyan-Brown Wolf was already there. It closed the distance in a blur, raising a massive paw to swat at the obstruction.

BOOM!

The ice wall shattered instantly, exploding into glittering dust.

The wolf snarled, a cruel light in its eyes. It opened its jaws wide, baring rows of dagger-like fangs, and lunged straight for Wang Wenzhu.

The pressure of a second-tier demon beast was real. Despite Wang Hao’s promise, all five hunters retreated in varying degrees of panic.

Wang Wuxiang alone impressed Wang Hao.

Though he also stepped back, he drew a magic tool and moved to the front, shielding the other four.

“A good eldest brother, even if you are the youngest in seniority among them,” Wang Hao thought.

At the critical moment, a blue shield materialized in front of the group.

BANG!

The wolf struck the blue shield and staggered back several paces.

“Training complete,” Wang Hao murmured. He wasted no more time.

His figure blurred as he closed the distance. A streak of azure light flashed past the wolf’s neck.

Thud.

The wolf’s great head fell to the ground.

Wang Hao blew a strand of hair aside and struck a handsome pose as he returned his Child-Mother Green Light Sword to its sheath.

The five juniors stared at him, jaws on the floor.

“So… so strong…” Wang Wuxiang stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Is this the power of Foundation Establishment?”

They had fought tooth and nail just to scratch the beast, yet Wang Hao had decapitated it with a casual flick of his wrist.

They didn’t realize that their prolonged battle had drained most of the wolf’s demonic power, making the kill far easier for Wang Hao.

“So handsome!” Wang Wenzhu squealed, breaking the silence. “Fifth Brother is amazing!”

Wang Hao smiled. So she was a fan of his. He had been about to lecture her, but decided against it and dropped the pose. “What are you standing around for? Get to work!”

“Yes!”

The group snapped out of their trance and got to work. They harvested the Spirit Gathering Grass and began butchering the carcass.

Wang Hao retrieved a jade bottle and extracted the wolf’s beast soul. This essence would serve as the “CPU” for a Tier 2 puppet—a resource he was always eager to stockpile.

Wang Wenzhu sidled up to him while he worked. “Fifth Brother, can you kill any Tier 2 beast in one move?”

“Of course not. Early second-tier beasts are manageable, but middle- and late-stage ones have powerful bodies, and some possess special abilities. This wolf had already spent much of its demonic energy. In its anger, it neglected its defense. And because I had never attacked, it knew nothing of my methods. Those three things let me kill it in one strike.”

The other four listened while they worked. Wang Hao thought he was stating the obvious, but to them his experience was valuable.

“Experience is something you have to earn yourself,” Wang Hao added gently. “My path might not work for you. Find your own style. Now, get back to work.”

“Fine,” Wang Wenzhu pouted, reluctantly returning to the carcass.

Moments later, Wang Wenjiang shouted from the back of the cave.

“Fifth Brother! Fifteenth Sister! Come look at this!”

Wang Hao walked over to a small hollow in the stone before Wang Wenjiang. Unlike the pool beside the Spirit Gathering Grass, the liquid here was white.

A faint sniff told him that the liquid held exceptionally dense spiritual energy.

He looked up. A single stalactite hung directly above the basin, a half-formed drop of white liquid clinging to its tip.

Wang Hao had a suspicion. He touched the white liquid with a finger, smelled it, and put a little in his mouth.

Boom.

Abundant spiritual energy arose within him, and his eyes brightened.

He turned to the group, grinning. “You’ve hit the jackpot. This is Spirit Milk. It’s only about five hundred years old, but it’s still a treasure. If this were Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, a single drop could fully restore an early Golden Core cultivator’s true essence instantly.”

He estimated the volume. There were about two liters in the basin—over five hundred drops.

The basin held roughly two liters—over five hundred drops—and the milk was worth at least fifty thousand spirit stones. The account put each hunter’s share at about four thousand stones, nearly ten times their expected income.

“We’re rich!” Wang Wenzhu cheered. “Fifth Brother, can we use it?”

“It is much gentler than a pill and restores spiritual energy more effectively than a Qi Recovery Pill without needing time to refine it,” Wang Hao said. “But it would be wasteful to use much of it yourselves. Even an early Foundation Establishment cultivator would waste most of its medicinal power. Save a little as an emergency reserve when your energy runs out; exchange the rest with the family for the resources you need.”

“Do not let news of this treasure spread. Hand it only to the clan treasury, or others will covet it.”

The five nodded. Selling such a treasure to outsiders instead of sharing it with their clan would betray the family that had raised and trained them.

Wang Hao collected seventy percent of the Spirit Milk. “We found it thanks to your luck. You can divide the wolf and the Spirit Gathering Grass among yourselves.”

“Fifth Uncle, that does not seem right,” Wang Wuxiang said hesitantly. Used to looking after his younger siblings, he was uncomfortable accepting so much.

“Everyone here outranks you by generation. Why are you playing the big brother?” Wang Wenzhu said, then smiled at Wang Hao. “Thank you, Fifth Brother!”

“That’s the spirit,” Wang Hao laughed.

Each hunter’s total share now approached five thousand spirit stones. A Foundation Establishment Pill cost more than thirty thousand, or forty thousand at an inflated price; this was already about one-eighth of that goal.

For hunters with a chance at Foundation Establishment, that mattered greatly.

Once the loot was packed, Wang Hao looked at their beaming faces.

“Since we’re already here, let’s maximize the trip. You’ve been hunting in this region for years—you must know where other Tier 2 beasts are lairing. Lead the way. I’ll clear them out for you, and you can gain more combat experience.”

The clan had lowered the price of a Foundation Establishment Pill to ten thousand contribution points. Wang Wenzhu had saved more than six thousand. Turning in some Spirit Milk could earn another two thousand; a few more second-tier beasts would nearly close the gap.

Three days later, they entered a forest of towering trees. Their canopies blocked the sun, leaving the ground dim and damp.

A poisonous miasma hung among the trees.

All six maintained protective barriers. Wang Hao looked calm, but the other five were pale—not only from expending spiritual energy, but because they had never entered such a dangerous place.

The forest was teeming with poisonous insects and low-level beasts. Individually weak, their sheer numbers were exhausting.

Wang Hao didn’t lift a finger against these minor threats. If he acted as a nanny, the training would be pointless.

The juniors had heard their elders warn them about the dangers outside the family. Now they understood from experience. Without Wang Hao beside them, they might already have turned back.