Cultivation, Inc.I Use Capitalism to Fix a Dying Sect

Chapter 166: Cultivators Are the Real Infrastructure Professionals

The Qingyun Plaza was packed.

A mountain of demon beast carcasses rose in the center, a gruesome monument to the sect’s power. Yet, the citizens of Yellow Earth City didn’t look away in horror. They stared with wide, joyful eyes.

For generations, these monsters had been the stuff of nightmares. Every family had lost someone to a wolf pack or a stray tiger. But now, the predators were just meat.

“Father!” A woman fell to her knees, weeping tears of relief. “The Immortals have avenged you!”

She turned to the Qingyun Dao Palace and kowtowed, her forehead hitting the stone. “Thank you, High Immortals! We will never forget this grace!”

The sentiment spread like wildfire. Thousands knelt, their gratitude rising like incense smoke. To them, the Qingyun Sect disciples weren’t just powerful warriors; they were saviors.

Sun Yi floated above the city, his Divine Sense taking in the waves of emotion. He sighed.

The bar for heroism is so low here. Feed them, protect them, and they worship you.

Over the next few days, the transformation of Yellow Earth City accelerated.

Land reform proceeded without a hitch—the terrified nobles didn’t dare whisper a protest. The grain silos were opened, and no one went hungry. The collaboration between the cultivators and the mortal administration was seamless, efficient, and brutal to anyone who tried to interfere.

Zeng Niu, now fully awake and clearer-headed than ever thanks to the Heavenly Soul Liquid, was given a crash course in cultivation theory. Sun Yi didn’t coddle him; he threw jade slips at the boy and expected him to keep up.

But the biggest change was yet to come.

Sun Yi led a team of disciples to a mountain range blocking the city’s northern horizon.

“Begin,” Sun Yi ordered.

The cultivators drew their swords. But instead of fighting enemies, they attacked the earth.

BOOM!

Sword lights rained down like artillery fire. Rock shattered. Dust billowed into the sky. The disciples worked with the precision of surgeons and the power of heavy machinery.

Elder Han Yun stood beside Sun Yi, watching the mountains crumble.

Behind this range lay a massive river. For centuries, Yellow Earth City had been arid and water-starved, relying on a single, shrinking lake.

“Open the channel!” Sun Yi commanded.

The disciples combined their attacks, blasting a hundred-meter-wide canyon through the heart of the mountain. It looked like the work of a god—or a very angry giant.

RUSH!

Water from the diverted river roared through the new channel. It surged toward the city, guided by canals dug by earth-element cultivators.

On the city walls, a sentry screamed. “Look! Water! A river is coming!”

The citizens rushed to the ramparts. They saw a miracle: a silver ribbon of water winding through the dry plains, filling the newly dug moat and irrigation ditches.

“The Immortals… they moved the river!”

“We have water! We can plant crops!”

People jumped into the moat, splashing and cheering, drinking the muddy water as if it were wine.

Han Yun watched the scene, his heart trembling. He had never imagined using cultivation this way.

“Is it worth it, Headmaster?” he asked quietly. “Using flying swords to dig ditches?”

“It is worth everything,” Sun Yi replied, his eyes reflecting the joy below. “Elder, you see a ditch. I see a foundation.”

He pointed to the cheering crowd.

“With water, the population will explode. More people means more potential disciples. And these children… they will grow up worshiping the Qingyun Sect. They will be loyal to us in their bones.”

Sun Yi turned to Han Yun, his expression intense.

“We are not just building a city. We are building a nation. When the Chaos Demon Commandery is truly ours, even the Heavenly Saint Sects won’t be able to dislodge us.”

Han Yun bowed deeply. “I understand now. I will build your Dao Palace, Headmaster. I will lay this foundation with my own hands.”